Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-01-11

Dick did not reply Immediately, but
sat gazing thoushtfully into the water;
presently he cried. -.
II have it, Rosie; I have thought of
a plan, if you will follow it, that
think will have the desired effect"
"Capitalr cried Kcss, when he had
unfolded his scheme. "T will do it,
never fear," and the arch-plottsrs
laughed merrily rs they stepped out on
the pebbly shore.
"Now, Dick, I must run home ai1d
do the agreeable, to the Hon. JONAS
for the rest of the evening""
| Dick frowned. Rose passed het
hand lightly across his forehead, and
the frown disappeared as if by magic.
"Why, you foolish boy, are you jeal.
Gus =? because if you are, may retrac.
my promise. I should be afraid afte,
marriage you would be jealous Of every
well-preserved old gentleman that pre-
sumed to speak to me"
dick stopped her saucy mouth with
a kiss, and then breaking away from
him she ran lightly up the path toward
the house. On her way she encountered
the young heir of the Carey estates,
testing his new bow and arrows. With
q whoop that would have done credit to
a young Camanche he sprung into the
path, and, assuming a warlike position,
called to his sister to surrender. Rose
laughed and said she would surrender
Oh condition. At that the young war
rior sent his arrow flying into the air
above her.
"Oh, my, but didn't it whiz, Rosy?''
eyes, Charlie, but come here. !
want to talk to you"
"All right Rosy. I'll show you who
I am, you uglU varmint YOU" This
last to an ool in tree near by, and
whose hooting Charlie resented as a
personal insult. "Just you watch me
stop his CAB for him." and Charlie let
fly an arrow at him, fully expecting to
see the bird of i'll omen fall, but of
course was disappointsd-the owl flying
away uninjured. Somewhat crestfallen
at his non-success Charlie prepared to
listen to his sister.
"Charlie," began Rose, edo you
know that Mr.. Colby is here? p
"Whew! should think I did, hasn't
he preached me q sermon already from
the text, Little boys should be seen,
not heard 2 and all because I asked
him if the diamond in his shirt front
was real or paste, the old crab! think
if were you, Rose, I'd not have such
an old feller hanging round after me, y
and Charles face wore look of in
tense scorn as he delivered himself of
his speech.
"I do not want him hanging round
after me, and that is what 1 wanted to
speak to you about"
The boys eyes grew very large at
this.
"Do you mean to say that you don't
like old Colby?"
II mean Just that, Charlie, and I
want you to help me get rid of him."
"Well, bully for you, sis. Tn your
huckleberry there. Now what must I
do, steal his wig, or shoot him with my
bow and arrows?'
"Oh, no nothing so bad as that" said
Rose, laughing at the boys earnest
ness. Then she told him of the plan
she had formed to send the Hon. Jonas
Colby about his business.
The next morning the honorable
member of Congress was in his room,
trying to put his two hundred and fifty
pounds of flesh into q pair of pants
that originally had been intended to
hold only a hundred and fifty. The
process was fatig,,ing and painful; but
get them on he must, as he and Rose
were going to ride that morning, and
he wanted to look his best. Rose had
been very complaisant the evening be-
fore, had talked to him, sang for him,
and even allowed him-though shud-
der of disgust shook her frame as she
did so-to hold her hand for short
time as as they sat on the sofa. Con-
sequently he was in the seventh heav-
en- of delight.
"I will tell her this morning that I
intend to marry her, the dear little
thing; and what sweet temper she
has. Why, she never even frowned
when that little jackanapes brother of
hers spilled his tea over her beautiful
dress. never could endure a scold;
the future Mrs. Colby must be above
suspicion in that respect" All this
time he had been pulling and tugging
at the refractory pants. The situation
was becoming dangerous both to him
self and to the pantaloons, but at last
his efforts were crowned with success,
and he stood-lookins not unlike o
stuffed turkey-surveying himself in
the glass. "Well, this is not a bad
! fit after all, but I must say"
i What he would have said must for
ever remain mystery, as just at that
moment terrific shrek, or more prop
erly yell, accompanied by the sound of
blows, startled him from his soliloquy.
What could it mean? Roses room was
Just beyond his own, and the noise
seemed to be coming from there. Rose
must be in mortal danger. He must
see about that. He had reached the
door; out ere he could open it, he heard
door open, and Roses voice in high