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Author of "The Minister'» Blent," "A
n fair Maid of MarWHtad" ''That
Preadlul Boy,'.' " faster Jlep
wortn," ff&ßrtnfle Rebels,
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r on Land aitfi
Sea," Ac,
(Publlsheil by spec-ini permit of the
author,) _.**
WhpB Mr, Bogworth called
again he informed nie that g new
light hftfl been shed on the pris
oner'a cape, and hi? as a lawyer
yr&K very hopeful.
"Did he keep his promitp and
tell you every circumstance un
reservedly?" J asked,
"Everything pave his fftmilv
pame; Re persists in retaining
Ris prespnf png otit of respect to
the dead, he says, and I pap not
convince him that I must know
his reason for assuming another,
}u order t° dear away all
doubts, - '
"Would jt apswep for me to
see him again?"
"There is no objection if you
adhere to the rules: in fact I
wish you would, for his obstina
cy gave way before your skill
and tact in once instance, and it
may do so again,"
"Very well; 1 will call early in
the week, when f have promised
to carry some books to one of the
"Mr. Bosworth," said my aunt
in her brisk, peremptory tone, "I
want you to come here for an
evening and very soon. - '
I will endeavor to do so Mad
am Decker, Am l t° copie as
guest, or provided with quill and
foolscap?" he agked with his us
ual smile.
My aunt's only reply was an
abrupt question.
"Po you repipipber Annie
The lawyer's face grew strange
ly sad as he answered,:
■ "Can I ever forget poor Har
ry's sister, his pet and idol?"
"I thought not," said my aunt;
"how long is it since Harry's
death?" •
"It yeems but yesterday when
I think of it," answered Mr. Bos
worth, as he looked steadily in
the fire; "but yesterday since I
cut down his lifeless l>ody and
tried to save him, Poor Harry,
poor man, he never was himself
after Annie's death : I sometimes
think that he died then, and an
other Harry took the place of the
brilliant student and charming
"The old father had died long
before," said my aunt, "and
Harry's devotion to him was
beautiful to see."
"Tragic, tragic and pitiful,"
Said Mr. Bosworth, half aloud
and half to himself. "A whole
family, an exceptionally happy
family, wiped out through the
wrong-doing of one far beneath
them, one unworthy to touch the
hem of Annie Sorr's garment."
"Mr. Bosworth," I said eager
ly, "I wish you and auntie would
tell me the entire history; the
little I know affects me strange
ly; I have dreamed of that poor
girl every night since those pa
pers were found, and auntie has
told me just enough to make me
impatient fcr the rest."
"Better not hear it, Mrs. Cor
inth, better not, although I have
sometimes wished that Harry
had been less reserved and more
genial with the little girl. The
world blamed her cruelly; sharp
tongues were needlessly sharp,
but Harry Sorr never mentioned
it to any one save myself, and I
the old man's last words were: ^
'Be kind to my baby, my little '
Although the poor girl
had been in her grave nearjy six
years, the great burden was still
pp his mind."
"Her death completely shat
tered him," said my aunt; "lie
never was quite himself after
that, and he used t<> sit here
with me talking of her hour aft
er hour,"
"And did he tell you all the
circumstances? Did he explain
Annie's strange marnage?" asked
Mr, Bosworth,
"Never," said my ?)unt.
■T wish shp had spoken her
self; 1 wjsh she had told the
story to others, not to us who
knew her—and valued her, child
as she was; hut for her own sake.
I am sure she need not have
died, at least not then,"
"Your prisoner says 'tragedies
run in families," - 1 remarked.
"I can confirm it," said Mr.
Bosworth, still gazing in the tire,
with the air of one looking sadly
but earnestly at a distracting
My aunt disturbed him all too
"Mr. Bosworth," she said,
"Annie Sorr did speak, not with
her lips jt is true, hut with her
pen. She wrote day after day
and told me it was for myself
and her father. She put it care
fully away, telling me it would
he rewritten some time in better
form, sometime when she was
stronger, but the end pame swift
ly, and the poor little hands
hurried it from sight, from her
husband's sight, I think, for she
always feared him, even to the
last she feared him," and shud
dered at his touch as I could
Mr. Bosworth rose and walked
the floor. He ceased after a time
and approached my aunt's chair.
"Madam Decker, if she left
any written word 1 would like to
see it. I do • not ask as her
brother's executor; I request it
as her friend—the friend who
would have saved her from every
sorrow, spared her every pain, if
it had been possible, for Harry's
sake," he added.
"Yes," said my aunt, "I know,
and I sent for you. Corinth will
open the papers and read to us,
the papers which have now been
hidden for years and only found
when'the old chimney was torn
"I will gladly listen, - ' said Mr.
"Now?" asked my aunt.
"Now, or I Bhall follow Mrs.
Corinth's example and dream of
Harry's sister all night. How
the past holds us when we once
give ear to its muffled sounds.
Annie Sorr, gentle, beautiful An
nie, dead and yet speaking to us
once more."
Mr. Bosworth was addressing
himself again, but he came
quickly when 1 rolled his chair
into a comfortable corner, and
seated himself with his face part
ly turned from us.
"It will take several evenings
to read it all," I said, as I un
rolled the yellow pages.
"No matter," replied Mr. Bos
"Perhaps you would prefer to
read it quite to yourself," I ven
tured, "and at home?"
"Oh, no; here, where she lived ;
here, where she suffered, except
when your aunt made her forget
suffering; and here, where she
died. Poor Annie, poor little
sensitive plant, and Harry loved
her so."
Could this be my old friend,
'the brusque lawyer, the calm ju
dicial head, the man of hard
worldly experience and harsh
views of humanity? How little
we know of those we jostle in
our daily walks, how little we
understand even our nearest and
I dearest friends,
^ Mr. Bosworth's wife was fash
' ionahle, commanding, exacting, I
more than pleased with the hu: f j
bind who jrtdulgAR her wishçsfa 1
fairly good mother, anxious to i
see her girls well-settled and her !
family prosper, hut an utter ;
stranger to the intricate work
ings of her husband's mind;
while he, loyal and just, faithful
and upright, cherished her with
out question or self-consideration
and even in thought was too
faithful to afjpijt tflat the gentle
Annie had ever been more to him
than the beloved sister of a dear
brother friend,
I opened the package with
trembling lingers; it seemed too
sacred for ever) a won)airs touch;
the heart-beats of a woman long
since dead,
"It is singularly clear manu
script," 1 taid; "hardly ornate
enough for a young school girl,
and not in the least finikin. - '
"There was nothing of that
sort about her," said Mr. Bos
worth; "she yeas a simple, sweet
tempered, affectionate child, and
although 1 never saw her after
her marriage I think she re
mained much the saine, did she
not, Madam -Decker?"
"Yes, only more beautiful after
her great sorrow; always making
excuses for others, always believ
ing good and not evil, and con
sequently imposed upon by oth
ers less honest find sincere. I
remember a little encounter she
had with a tradesman ope day,
The man had cheated her in the
most shameful manner, hut poor
Annie never forgave me for ad
ministering a sharp reproof.
She could not believe that lie
was wilfully evil, and I think
she felt so in regard to her great
brutal husband. She was always
making excuses for. him to her
self and her father, To me her
silence and an occasional sigh
was more expressive than words.
I dare say we shall find this spi
rit pervading her story, although
she told me she had not con
cealed anything. Begin, Corinth,
the evening is going."
"As I sit here alone, hour aft
er hour, 1 think find think until
my head aches and a dull hard
pain in my left side wearies me.
Ever since I could sit up after
those terrible first days 1 have
wanted to write down all that
has happened for two reasons;
one is that my life may be a
warning to other girljL and the
other, to comfort dear papa and
Harry when I am gone, 1 do
not think Loring would care for
any word of mine although he is
my brother, my dear brother,- so
near my own age, and my play
mate until he was sent away to
school. He has never spoken to
me since that dreadful day, nev
er called, although I have seen
him pass this house, and have
cried and cried for him. I must
not think of my own hurts, hut
write the story. Boor Loring is
young, and Aunt Nancy has told
him some of the cruel things she
said to me, and boring's pride
will not bear it, and I am sorry
for him and for Aunt Nancy too.
I do not remember my mother;
her picture hangs in the parlor
at home, hut Aunt Nancy always
kept the blinds closed for fear
the carpet might-fade, and 1 was
never allowed to go in there un
less the sewing-circle met, or the
minister and his wife came to
tea. I went in once with Sue
Belton, when Sue was visiting
me, but Aunt Nancy was very
angry about it, and after that
kept tha key in her pocket.
Harry never sat there when he
was at home, for mamma died in
that room, he said, and he could
not hear it. Sue and the other
girls used to tell me they would
go in and have it fixed up with
pretty tilings to enjoy. How
much I wanted to do this no one
I will ever know. My mother
•very differeni|,
from Aunt Xlfticy, -J^ebad pîièV
tuj-es, hooks and .choice china
about her, and hpr embroidery
on my baby dresses was of the
finest. Aunt Nancy said all
such work was nonsense and
yanity, apd I never had things
like other girls. Once, it seems
such a long while ago now, 1 sat
up in my j-oont and made some
pretty edging like Sue's, and I
put it on a skirt one day and
wore it to church soon after; my
first trimmed garment of any
sort, and I was so pj-oud and
happy, but a little afraid all the
time that Aunt Nancy would
discover it and spoil my day.
She did discover it later, and
when the skirt came back to me
it wss shorn of its pretty trim
How J cried over that edging,
but I was only ten years old
then, and did not know I should
smile over jt some day. I smile,
but stiil I think my own
thoughts, and 1 should ]et a girl
make all the pretty things she
chose if ghe did not carry it to
excess. Brother Harry used to
say all beautiful things aided
one to be beautiful, and it was a
great gift to be able to create
them. I used to wish I was a
boy in those days. Boys lived
easier. They did not have tnjrty
rounds to knit on a blue yarn
stocking every day, they did m t
have mending to do; such hard
mending with one thread up and
two -down according fo Aunt
Nancy's rule; they never washed
dishes or were kept in to lie
proper and lady-like. I was full
of life; I wanted to ging, to
dance, tp play, even to climb
trees as Loring did- Aunt Nan
cy said such doings were shame
ful and I began to think .1 must
he very wicked to care so much
for sport.
As to my father, he always
said when I questioned him, 'Be
a good child and pijnd Aunt
Nancy,' And I tried to, but
sometimes it hurt; hurt worse
than when Loring struck me
one day in anger, for he wag sor
ry and kissed me afterward; but
Aunt Nancy never was sorry;
she was so very good she had
nothing t<> he sorry for, and she
never kissed me, she thought it
foolish ; ami, then I used to pray
not to ho wicked and want some
one to love me, if iUwas so very
foolish to love and be loved.
( To be continued. )
We have.a purchaser fora ICO
or 320 acre tract of unimproved
prairie land, fenced or unfenced.
Brice must be reasonable. If you
have such a place for sale call at
this office at once, as we have
a but few days to close sale.
Tannatt & Hogan.
Pioneer Saloon,
Best Wines, Liquors and Cigars.
■Aiter _A_;pril IS th.
Prices As Follows;
Meals..............25 cents.
Beer three drinks for 25 cents.
Beer per quart......25 cents.
All other drinks, each 10 cents.
All parties indebted to me; I will
discount all accounts 15 per
cent, for cash, and de
duct all interest on
notes beside 15
per cent.
R-oTot. IMu.g©n.t
One door east of
Wax & Ooldstone's. store.
Cottonwood, Idaho.
Bought and sold
in Wash, and Idaho.
Examined and sales negotiated.
The Spanish Jack will stand at my farm
1-2 mile east of Keuterville,
Terms; —Insurance $10, Care will be taken to prevent accident
hut will he responsible for none.
AL.TEFFT, 1-1-4 1-22 PROF
"Celum" is a coal-black Norman, 16 1-2
hands high, weight 1630 lbs. live
years old. Will stand for the
season at Al Tefft's ranch 1-2 mile east of
PERMS: Insurance $ 10. Care will be taken to prevent accident, hut will
he responsible for none.
THOS. 1-14 i -22 Prop.
Wagon will deliver in Cottonwood and Denver weekly.
Stage Time Card.
3_ie'W"iston & Cottonwood :
3 A. M.
7 A. M.
5.30 B. M.
7 B. M.
Cottonwood to Mount Idaho:
Leaves Cottonwood 7 a. m. and Grangeville 10.30 a. m. Arrives
at Mount Idaho 11 a. in.
Mount Idaho to Cottonwood 1
Leaves Mount Idaho 1.30 p. m„ Grangeville 2 p. m. and Denver
4 p. m. Arrives at Cottonwood fi p. m
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Express A- Freight
Reasonable Rates. Good Accommodations to

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