The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-10-17

He did, but l sent him away" sal
Jean firmly.
Sent him awayP'
"Yes."
"WhyP"
Because Mr.. Stuart was here, and
did not suppose you would care to b
disturbed"
= "'You take a good deal for granted
u What do 1 care for Mr.. Stuart? If yol
u have offended Mr.. John Stuart, l viii
never forgive you-never!"
{ And placid Phebe's eyes flashed, anC
L she turned away in anger.
'Good gracious, does she really low,
!. him. and am l sacrificing my sister to {
, heartless matchmaking machine? Bu'
: how can she love him after seeing Mr.
StuartP Girls are queer c~reaturesr'
unused Jean, somewhat troubled at the
mischief she had done.
She felt positively guilty, when, wax
ing one night, she heard her sister sigh
ing.
A week had passed, but the Jealous
young farmer kept to his own grounds
at least the SCOTS did not see any
thing of him.
''What is the matter, Phebe?" Jean
inquired tenderly.
Nothing at all"
'Are you NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
John?" dragging the words out hesita-
tingly.
"Well, am sorry you wounded the
feelings of one who has always been u
friend"
$50 am l, but l did it for your good.
1 promise you 1 will never NEEDLE
again"
"Why did you do itP" curiously.
And then Jean made a clean confess
sion of her matchmaking.
"But, of course, if you intend to
grieve your eyes out about John Bar
nard, 1 give up the whole affair"
Phoebe listened, first rather shocked,
then greatly aroused.
''Oh, you blind, silly child. What a
mad scheme. Mr.. Stuart cares no more
for me than any other Indifferent ac-
quaintance. Do you think he loves
meP"
81 think he would if you encouraged
him. Why shouldn't he? You are
sweet and lovely"
Phoebe leaned over and kissed her,
touched by her honest love and admira-
ton.
There, child, 90 to sleep; for you
seem to be eight instead of eighteen"
Now Jean longed to undo her work
to bring back her sisters love-but
not a word of this did she breathe. 1t
were best left untalked of until accom
plished she wisely thought.
And fate threw the chance in her way
the very next afternoon.
Returning from the village she met
John Barnard face to face in the road.
''Why how do you do John? Where
have you been for this week pastp" she
said with a friendly smile.
SAT home," he rather grufly replied.
''Why have you not been round to see
u.s." Didn't know that l would be
welcome"
.Why, Johnr' in shocked tones.
s'Well, to tell you the trnth, Jean, l
did not believe Phoebe would care to
see me.n
"lndeed, she does care; but | will not
tell you anything about it," making a
move as though to pass him.
''Oh. yes, jean; please do; where is
that fellow Stuartp"
Il really cannot tell you where Mr..
Stuart is. 1t is not pleasant to hear
him called that fellow"
Hang him!'
"What for? Now you are very UNI
reasonable, and if you want to know
anything more you must ask Phoebe"
Zone question? Are they-are they
engaged"
Engaged? Good heavens, no! Who
ever dreamed of such a thing?" she en-
claimed with as much establishment as
though she had not been planning to
that very end.
Poor fellow, he does love her. 1t
was q shame to make him suffer so,,
she thought, watching him as he walked
blithely whistling. 81 will never try
matchmaking again-never!' she con-
aloud. but what does the old
song sayP"
If you do not succeed, try, try
said a laughing voice close be-
side her, and blushing, she turned to
face Victor Stuart. Care marks your
brow, Miss Jean; tell me your troublesp"
mot for the world!' she cried quick
y and with energy.
s'Why notp / do assure you l will
the secret, if secret it be; and give
the comfort | can"
THANK you; but l am not in need of
sympathy" she said, walking on.
He kept at her side, carrying his gun
IN one arm.
well, | am, for l love a girl-a
sweet, beautiful, lovable girl; but am
lfraid she does not love me-"
He stole a glance at the sober young
ace shaded by the broad-brimmed hat
turned white, rather than red, and a
amt culver passed over the sweet soft
Ups. i
Have you asked herP" she managed 8
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