The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-10-24

those pure faces which make a man fee
better and holierr only for looking int
its sweet lineaments; and, moreover
Florence didn't object to cigar smoke
and had a way of being satisfied wit
whatever offerings I laid at her feet
whether they were tea roses or whit
violets. And when / saw Florenc
Silon sitting opposite me as my wife,
could not regret the abrupt termination
OF my first engagement, although | still
rendered Kate Dallas golden hair ant
limpid eyes, and wondered within my
self what luckless cavalier was the pres
ent object of her pretty despotism!
Fernando, I'm quite sure you hav,
missed the wayr'
l burst out laughing at the bewilder
ment of my wife's voice.
81 looks like it, Flora, / must saw
Well, we must drive back to the las
cross-roads-five miles if it is a STEP
Hooked around at the fine old woods
on either side of the solitary road, in
hopes of seeing something like human
habitation.
"Look, Fiorencet' / cried triumph
antly, as | checked my horse, isn't
that smoker"
Florence shook her head.
enlist from some low-lying stream,
more likely" she said, incredulously.
Gas if my eyesight were not more
trustworthy than that! I tell you,
young lady, that is smoke. There's a
rural cot among those cedars, and l in
tend to cast myself and you upon the
hospitality of these jewellers in the will
derness. l am hungry"
$50 am l." laughed my wife, ''but 1
don't believe
| sprang out, picketed my horse to a
tall birch sapling and rave my arm os-
tentatiously to my bright-eyed compan-
ion.
"At all events" I said, "we'n go and
see."
Across the cool aisles of the midsum-
mer woods-through dense underbrush
and thickets of wild roses, that show
cred their pink petals round our feet as
we walked-over a clear stream, by the
aid of a fallen log, we made our way,
until Florence's doubts were solved by
the actual appearance of a little one
story cottage or cabin of implanted
wood, in a stump-dotted clearing,
where a melancholy pig, roofing under
porch foundation, and a patch of
acknowledging stunted cabbages in the
background, denoted something like
"Oh, Fernandez whispered my wife,
W. saw a course-looking shock-head-
ed man, smoking a short black pipe in
5he porch, with his elbows on his knees
a greasy newspaper before him,
while two or three sun-burned elves in
clothing played around his feet.
Let us go back! This is such a horrid
II dare-say we can buy a draught of
milk or even a raw cabbage here" l re-
.ssured her. ''Why, Florence, child
'ou wouldn't make much of a soldierT'
The man looked up as we approached
nd we explained the dilemma in which
found ourselves.
''Oh, of course-of COURSE" he said,
Nth a CLEAN of courtesy which showed
e had not always passed his life in
hese dreary wilderness. ''Sit down.
annie, call your mother. / believe my
somewhere round at the back of
house, splitting kindlings."
Florence opened wide her soft brown
yes at this speech.
''You are an invalidpn
'.An invalid" with a hearty laugh,
hich plainly indicated the sound con
of his lungs at least. mot much
the invalid about me, l guessP"
''Thcn why don't you split the kind j
ngs for herp" asked frank Florence.
He arched his eyebrows with lazy :
orn. j
Il don't believe in this business of |
oman's Rights and Female Suffrage" ]
answered, slowly putting at the !
ack pipe I'm for keeping women !
'wn where they belong. If my wife i
hard at work she'll be whining |
d complaining about the days when |
, were better off. I'm not the nan y
humor a woman's whims. st. Paul's \
tier than any of your modern apos- r
s, and he believed in keeping women ii
work. r
Florence was about Indignantly to il
mbat this position when a little bare o.
,ged urchin anne tumbling round r
corner of the house. al
Mother amt splittin' kindlings- 9
IS gone to the spring for waterl l te
Tered to her to come quick, Poppy T.
nted her!' u
That's right, sonny!' said our host as
np%lacently. F,
in the same minute a bowed tr
vn, weary-looking woman emerged ed
m the wall of woods below the wl
Use, carrying a trimming pail of in
ter in either hand-a faded, bonnet ne re
; woman, whose yellow, lustreless dc
+ was twisted into flight knot at the be
* of her head and whose brow was
,ady scanned with wrinkles, though .
had scarcely reached middle age. =,
there was an impalpable something tn
he wan face that strained my mem le
strangely. or
Kate DallasT' l involuntarily ex- an
med. ne
he stopped and set down her pals, TO
scarlet; | saw that our recog- co
on was mutual. co
Let me carry them l said, advanc- fol
Needn't trouble YOURSELF" said the y
ter of the house. .'She is used to ed
rent you Kittyp So you know my 70
/, eh sirp" R Pp'