The Mineral argus., 1883-08-30
lara.
BY CLAUDE WILLIAM SMITH.


y driving, binding snow, the sky dark
b sullen, q wild wind sweeping over
plains the mountains quite hidden
I'm view by the storm.
lara threw more pine logs on the fire,
Nv together the red chintz curtains at
4 small window of her "best ROOM"
tried to make things a trihe cozier
he ranch cabin.
Father will soon be home," she said
be had fallen into the habit of talk
No herself ous 10 this lonely country,
new. far west" HE will put the
|ep in the corral early to-night-it is
stormy"
small clock on shelf, which served
mantel, and which was draped with
he simple but pretty chi1tz, like the
ttains, struck four. lara sighed a lit
as she heard it. How many times
she listened TO that same silvery
met was q pretty little French
ck-in happier days in the dear east
musical sound recalled 30 muchl-
ought back the pretty, old-fashioned
W England home so plainly. Tara
I'D Utmost smelI the great creamy
les that climbed over the front porch.
E could see the tasteful little home
flor, 80 different from the Ineagrely-
snished room she now sat in, with IFS
br little attempts at cheerfulness.
Z could fancy herself, as of old, sitting
fore her sweet-toned piano, singing
the cold tunes" she could call to
nd ito please father" or she could.
cture the long, happy summer days
ent under the large naples in the gar
N. living idly in q hammock, drinking
the sweet air, and dreaming as girls
dream.
How her dreams mad turned outl
zen her father came 10 her one fall
N and said very gravely, "Zara, / have
II money. This place must be sold. l
|all 90 West" her heart had leaped
HI foolish Joy, She had dreamed so
len Of the West; she knew it vas a
Iradise. SO free and wild. "Roughing
would be so very pleasant Had she
read 10 books about it2 So she had
ly smiled at her fathers grave face
IN EAtlhlultOa 4 hA ~ EAAa We aiN
NC Westl We shall make our for
les there. l know"
The was Younger then-barely II. ShS
5 % now-had been "roughing it
E years. She was wiser.
rhe lovely New England home hsC
en- sold, ali debts paid-for lara joss
Ne father wal strictly honorable-anC
her and daughter had sought the ives
M L. - .A1,wwnIaHaA NnWR1fnEU n
|ontana. Mr.. Josslyn'a remaining cap
J, which was not large, had been IN
ested in sheep. -.
we shall have to be content to wait
ert, child, while our little flock grows,
J. Josslyn had said, and at the sam
he had cast O rueful glance arounl
e small Lighthouse they were to ca
home" for the years to come. Bu
ira was young and hopeful.
1--WE shall be rich before we know III
e had cried gayly, and went on tack
g muslin on the cabin walls, In lieu c
Ia~stering.
The ear came and went-the littl
Ock of sheep grew larger, and none!
eme in q little more plentitully; bJ
u. Josslyn had not made a fortune
81, and life or a ranch Was not easy
tra pinned, secretly, for the east. st
ited those desolate plains, tho barre
lot hills" the deeply furrowed snow,
fountains, so different from the woode'
eV England hillsl The sun binde'
Ier-it shone in such a glaring way
I'd she missed the treesl The few CO
bn-wood' trees she detested; SD
Pnged for naples, elnss, aud oaks; "
fant real trees OF none!" she would sa.
few vines, in summer, were traine
bout the cabin-door and windows, an
ne wild, pale, pink sweetbrier rose
Nv near the house. But lara bad M
Nheart TO cultivate flowers, besides
Itime was well taken mp in otht
Is, Her days. though monotonou
= busy ones. She did not dreaI
j. now, unless of the past, and III
wholly practical 10 her.
again the little gilt clock chimed-
s time, I've.
l'I wonder father does not GOMEZ e:
4imed Zan, rising from q low, foe
bench by the fire, where she had bee
&tting thinking for the last hour. 81
lent TO the window, and vain
ied to peer through the darkness. III
lind moaned and walled, the sno
Slew against the window-pane. "a
fversd and drew back. As she did
Is caught the sound of voices. Ian
hand she hurried TO the door.
"Go right in" she heard her faith
~; don't wait for me-. Just tell b
Do are from the east-that will be sui
lent recommendation"
rhen lara saw her father turn iowa
b barn leading another horse best
n1wn, and a tall man, wei muftie
striding up the path from the ga