The Ketchum keystone. (Ketchum, Idaho) 1881-1884, 1882-07-06
SWEET FAvoRs DIVIDED.
Why Fair Lillian Eats Ice Cream
with George and Oysters with
Rupert.

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As Lillian McGuire spoke these
words she looked into Rupert Heth-
erington's face with her starry eyes,
and as the light Of holy love shot
forth from within their dusky
depths, he felt instinctively that she
was going to hold him up for some
ice-cream. But conquering the
sombcr reflections that this ghastly
thought called up, the young man
waist to prevent Der red sash from
being sun-struck, and waited in the
tense agony Of a horrible suspicion
for her to speak again.
"Do you not think it is lovely,
darling?" ~
aWhat p asked Rupert, with an
| ingenious Owl club expression on
tho perfect features Of his West
Side face.
why, the morning, to be sure,
replied the girl, a sunny, six-button-
smile playing lightly around her
] lips rs ii afraid it might fall in.
"The twittering OF the birds, those
siiver-throated harbingers of SUM
mer, is to be heard ON every branch
and bough Spring has been a sad
laggard, but now that she has come
in all her glory Of bud and blossom
what can be more beautiful 7" 81
cannot tell you replied Rupert.
"You are too fly for me, dearest,
when such matters are to be discus
sed. But in the dreamy, sensnous
days OF autumn, when the tasseled
corn hangs ripe i'll the sheaves and
the leaves have felt the blighting
touch OF the Frost Kings icy
breath, | am more liable to get there.
Mine, as you know, is a sensitive,
Sedgwick street nature that shrinks
i from the contract with cold and
/ cruel world. 10 me the spring has
naught of joy. The low, mellow
note OF the new mich COW chasing
I butchers wagon ia which her off
spring uneasily inclines seems to
me like the wall OF u lost soul, and
weird fancles crowd my brain as
hear at midnight the mournful boot
Of the owl, fitting like some evil
spirit amid the desolate precints OF
the village cnurch-yard"
1T is your liver, darling, muir
INJURED Lillian
Il sometimes think so, was the
reply. Ever and anon the thought
comes over me like a black demon
Of the night that am off my feet
1t is to tell you this, that came
around so early this morning. You
had better get another iellow--ont
who will love you dearly US have
dono and whose memory you ear
ever cheer with gentle tenderness.
"But whom shall | get?' asked
the girl in agonizing tones.
II have thought Of this, sweet
heart Rupert replied. "You car
do no better than to take George
w Simpson. He loves you dearly
| know it, because he has often tolc
/ me that he doesn't, and George can
not tell the TRUTH
| will do as You say" replied thu
girl, choking back a sob that was
yelling up from her breakfast "Ant
now goodbye"
$50 long" said Rupert, kissing
her as he spoke. The girl threw
her arms around his neck, kisset
him with a passionate, pump-suck
ing kiss and went into the house.
Rupert walked around the corner
whore he met George Simpson
"Did you fix it y asked George
Eyes" was the reply.
(Which do get, winter or sum
mer ?"
ssSummer."
"You are in luck, as usual, ole
boy. They tell me she can beat thu
record eating ice cream"
YES, said Rupert. "but think O
the oysters Z
'srrue," replied George, II hat
, forgotten OYSTER. Chicago Tri
bune.