The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-10-31

'But m sure you re mistaken. +
belongs to the most expensive club,
always hires the best horses and ca
riage in the livery stable, they say
takes claret and champagne every da
with his dinner"
"And his mother pays for it all" il
terrupted Mrs. Frink.
"Well suppose she does. She hs
money then, and it will be his in TIM
That's just the same as if he had it."
"How can it be his in time, if b
spends it all beforehandP' demande
Mrs. Frink, sharply as to tone, thong
little vaguely as to construction.
"Well, I'm engaged to him, any
how" said Lily, turning sullenly away
'I'm very sure" she added to herself
as she took her way through the hal
to the whilom lumber room, now meta
morphosed into studio. ''I'm YER
sure it will be much pleasanter Twin,
with him at the Fremont than going OF
like this at home"
"Going on like this" referred to Mis-
Lily's attempts to exc out her slende
allowance of pocket money by decorat
ing plates, cups and saucers, tiles, fans
ribbons, shells, panels, etc., for peopl,
with purses better filled than her own
At the holiday season she sold goot
many of these things to kindly disposed
acquaintance of the family, who
thought it very creditable that she
should show disposition to relieve hen
widowed mother and her small-salaried
brother of the burden of providing he1
with the thousand and one superfuities
girl in society finds indispensable.
She was not at all in love with her
occupation for its own sake, however,
and the long dull period during which
no customers appeared, and the cups
and saucers and shells slowly accumu-
lated upon the tables and shelves of her
studio was very dispiriting. Indeed,
but for the constant and irritating
goading of her mother, the studio
would have been again surrendered to
the dispossessed spiders and mud
daubers.
Throwing herself into the faded old
arm chair, whose shabbiness had dis
missed it from more frequented rooms,
she cast a glance of angry disdain at
the heterogeneous collection of dolf
and porcelain, then fixed fearful gaze
upon a melancholy owl depicted on
green silk banner.
'It's always the same tune" she said
despondently. mo money-no money.
What does mamma expectP A girl
who has no money herself can't expect
TO marry millionaire.
While she communed thus sadly with
Ter own soul as typified by the melan-
,holy owl, Mr.. Ned Proctor sat at
breakfast with his mother, in an almost
equally despairing frame of mind.
His mother was the. very antipope of
drs. Frink, a dark ponderous woman
With hoarse voice, and waddling
,ait that reminded one of frog.
Ned on the contrary was a most ele-
ant creature, with soft, fine, dark hair,
pale complexion, and large gentle
yes of that inde6nable hue between
ray and black, perhaps the most fas-
mating of all eyes. They wore a
expression at the moment.
The breakfast being served in their
wn parlor, the mother and son were
lone, and he had just confessed that
e was engaged to marry Lily Frink.
1t had been a veritable confession, ac-
by all the trepidation and
,nse of guilt the world implies.
"What in the world possessed you to
o thatp" croacked Mrs. Proctor.
That Frink girls as artful as Satan,
nd her mothers even artfuller, ii
lould think you could have seen that
n yourself"
Ned leaned his head weakly upon his
and, and famed himself with his hand
erchief.
"Of course you'll do nothing of the
nd" his mother went on, taking her
Top in her fingers and attacking it with
II short yellow teeth. 81 have enough
do paying your bills without taking
e extravagant little mink on my ]
lnds; so you can just go this morning {
I'd tell her your mother won't allow {
al cawn't do that, you know" said
ed, wiping his forehead. II never
ally meant to propose, but l cawn't
It like cad, you knowr'
Ned had been abroad, and he affected
e society of the young Englishmen {
no came over as cotton buyers for the
anchester factories.
Mrs. Proctor looked at him with -,
verify, Lbut his elegant detection l
creed her heart through all the super
cumbent flesh. She was very proud
being the mother of so much grace, h
ID always somewhat bewildered as to
w it had come about. There were
mes, indeed, when as she looked at \
N, terrible doubt of the reality of it r
,uld sieze upon her and an appalling
ar that he might rise up and repudiate
r. She had read of children, changed
the cradle, discovering their real n
rentage after they had arrived at
ans estate, and though she had y
rsed him herself through all'his years \
infant incapacity, as she now sup 4
rted his hardly more capable man a
cd, this irrational fear would still !,
unit her like nightmare. +
1t seized upon her now as she looked n
him across the table, one hand sup Il
rting his beautiful head, the other q
rown negligently over the back of his n
air, the long fingers loosely clasping q
White silk handkerchief. So rare and q
e creature must not be harshly q
alt with. Il
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