The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-13

elbowin' and crewdin' that can't stan
it," was his frank confession. 'Onc
let me get out to Chickosay Falls, an
sit on my own porch, with nobody bu
the frogs and katydids to disturb me
and III be myself again"
81 am glad he's gone," was Eunice'
comment, as she brushed her curl
around a rosewood stick preparatory t.
the evening soiree, for which she wa
dressing.
"Why, Eunice, how can you talk SOP
said innocent little Nina. "I think he
ever so nice and kind"
every kind" observed Eunice, sar
castically, ,"wlth his horrid, rusty old re
ceipt books! Ideclare, Min, though
l should have laughed myself to death.
"He meant it all in kindness, Eunice. ;
81 dare say, but wish he would keer
his kindness until it is called for" sale
the elder sister.
"He wished me to visit Chickosay
Falls on my wedding tour, and shall
accepthis invitation" said Nina, earn
estly. 81 should so like to see the
dear old farmhouse where papa was
born"
The warm-hearted young girls plans,
however, were never destined to be
carried into execution. But few days
had elapsed when tidings came of the
sudden death of the kind old man.
''It's very strange" said Matthew
Dalton, discontentedly, when the legal
statement of his brothers. monetary af-
fairs was laid before him. 81 thought
Nathan was worth more money than
thatp"
"We can't always judge from ap-
pearances, sir, you know" said the
lawyer.
"No," said Mr.. Dalton, coloring and
looking somewhat uneasy, "you are
quite right"
Two little leather bound receipt books
were found in Nathan Dalton's stained
pine desk, labled respectively with the
names of his two nieces, Eunice and
Nina, "To be presented upon their
marriage"
"Fiddlesticks said Eunice disdain-
fully, | don't want the vulgar old
things"
"There," said Nina, softly, "I will
keep them both, for Uncle Nathan's
sakel"
And, in spite of Eunice's sarcasm,
she put them carefully away among her
treasures.
"Who knows but what may want to
make the real election cake one of these
daysP" she said laughingly.
The double wedding came off gor-
geously at the Dalton mansion, but it
proved to be the last glitter of the ex-
piring touch of wealth and fortune.
The cake, all glittering with its sugared
fairies and pictured orange wreatbs--
the bridal banquet-the very band
which discoursed sweet music to the
wedding guests, were obtained on
credit, and not one of the luckless
tradespeople was paid!
For the next day Matthew Dalton's |
entire and total failure was ringing |
over all the town, and with this was |
also involved the ultimate ruin of his |
Herbert Lesdener.
From suite of elegant apartments at |
the st. Saffron hotel, Mrs. Lesdener de-
scended to second floor in res pecta-
BILE tenement house, and great were her
and wailings and gnashing of
teeth.
Jerome Falconer struggled bravely
against the adverse tide as long as
struggles were of any avail, but the fail
ure of his father and brother-in-law in
duced withdrawal of confidence and
credit, and his temporary embarrass-
nent followed.
,oo," said Eunice, bitterly, as she seat
I'd herself in the pleasant little room
where Nina was domiciled.
"Up in the world, rather" laughed
he CHEEKY girl, "why, we are on the
bird story here, and to tell you the
ruth, Eunice, l like it great deal bet
er than did the big house in Madison
venue with its understanding rooms
md frescoed walls, and marble-paved
lalls. To be sure it isn't so pleasant to
re poor, but as long as Jerome is well
md in good spirits-'
PLEASANT" pouted Eunice, ''I some- ,
ines almost wish that I was dead. ,
What are you going to do nowP'
For Mrs. Falconer was examining the :
tate of her little range stove with dim
led, housewifely interest. ..
"What do you thinkP" she asked, :
richly, by way of response.
"I'm sure haven't the least idea." /.
"I'm going to try my hand at cake
aking. Jerome delights in fresh cake,
nd Uncle Nahum's recipe book GER !
,inly ought to be used. Don't you :
ant yoursp"
"No, indeed; L. have no heart for :
lch folly" sighed Eunice. =
"Folly! l don't call it folly" :
lughed Nina. 81 don't think Uncle =
ahum could give me a more accept :,
BILE present. OF what use are all my :,
oint laces, jewels and cashmeres .
owP"
AS she spoke she opened the curious !,
tile volume, dark-hued, and fastened y
ith a little tongue of discolored
ather, which stood beneath strap of :,
le same to fasten it. =,
"What queer little book" she said, " ~
and what an old pocket at the end, a
uffed full of newspapers. Why, e
ley're not newspapers at all-they're :,
look, Eunice, they are folded bank h h
otes." Il
They were. The end pocket or COM
artment was filled with packets, each +,
raped in a slip of newspaper con- 8,