The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-06

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the lover, greedy for praise.
81 concede all of that" slowly spok,
Bolton; "but don't call her exactly ,
lady"
"Pshaw," said Carlisle. "Your idea
are formed on the hackneyed model O
society. A girl like Augusta is capable
OF any degree of polish. And did yor
observe what sweet, low voice she
had-like a futeP'
"Granted; but it struck me that hel
grammar was little shaky now anc
then"
"Oh, grammar, that's nothing. She
will soon pick up the phrases Of the
people she is with
"Carlisle," cried his friend quickly,
"you are not engaged to herP"
'No; but l shall be within the next
twenty-four hours" boldly asserted
Carlisle.
81 beg of you do nothing rash,''
entreated Bolton. swat a little un-
ill.,
"Don't PREACH" little impatiently.
81 tell you I've been considering the
matter all summer, and l have made
up my mind"
"Then there is no use in my arguing
the point" said Blelton.
"No use at ALL" cried Carlisle. 81
call myself not contemplate Judge of
character, and pronounce Augusta
Cotton to be one of the sweetest and
rarest types of true womanhood."
By this time, however, the impend-
ing storm had burst. Sheets OF rain
poured down, vivid lightning cleft the
sky, casting lurid glow on the boiling
waves, and unpleasant showers of spray
began to deluge them ever and anon.
81 hope you are certain about the
PATH" said Bolton, who was quite new
to this coast country.
"Well, thought I was" answered
Carlisle. "But the TEMPEST and dark
ness seem to have blotted out the old
landmarks. Here is some one coming.
Let's ask him. My friend, are we in
the right way for the PointP''
"Ain't goin' to Point" answered an
voice. "Goin' back to pub
lic-oush. Ge-wet! Ge-cold! Berrer
90 back to public-oush.
''It's old Colton,"~ said Carlisle,
somewhat discomftted. "He isn't
always sober. Like other seafaring
men, he likes his grog."
"Your father-in-law elect, chi" said
Bolton, with shrug of the shoulders,
"But you should see how angelically
sweet and forbearing Augusta is with
him." said Carlisle. "That is the thing
I most admire in her-her perfect tenn
per. And, Of course, we shall separate
Ter entirely from these awkward rela-
ionships. In the meantime-as the
I'D man is going back to the public |
'ush'-I suggest that we 90 back to
he cottage and get Augustus little |
'rother to pilot US in the right direc-
ion. Or, perhaps-I know they have
little spare room somewhere under
he eaves-they can keep us there all
light. don't like to ask it of them,
ut do not see what else we can do"
In less than five minutes they wero
nee more knocking at the cottage door
but to their surprise it was not
pened.
A tiny window at the left was pushed
ne least bit ajar, and the voice OF the
.ir Augusta, shrill and sharper than
arlisle ever could have believed posi-
lie, out-shrieked the tempest.
"Go away!" she cried. "Clear out.
won't have you in the house."
Augusta Ami" demonstrated the
oice of old Mrs. Cotton from the in
de.
"Hold your tongue, mai" screamed
ugusta, "I've told pa, time and again,
10 next time he came home at this
DUR of the night, wouldn't let him in.
OF if he sat on the rocks until day
.eak. And l mean to stick to my word,
there! It's too bad of him, so it is,
spoil my chances with city beau by
is sort of goings on, and / won't stand
Get out, pa. Don't stand whining :
ere."
"But, Augusta Ann," pleaded the
d woman, sits your tongue and tenn
II that drives him away more'n any /,
ing else. Let him in. Don't you !.
ar how it's rainingp" :
"Silence!" retorted the dutiful !
tighter. =
And the window was shut to once
ore, leaving the two friends standing :,
the doorstep, in the night and tenn :
81.
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ong, wet walk, in the course of which q
ey went considerably out of their way :,
but they were neither of them sorry 3
: their nights adventure, wet and q
.lorn though they were. -
''It's astonishing how easy it is for ',
IN to be mistaken" said Carlisle, "
er a long silence, as they were sit =
g before the fire in their own room. .
Bolton leaned over and grasped his y y
nd. ~
BE thankful, old fellow" said he,
hat you have escaped as easily as
s." St
Augusta Ann never saw her city
ain again, and as she didn't read the N
oers she missed preceiving the note tt
a daily Journal of the marriage of h
. Win Carlisle to Miss Lettice Bel al
md poor old Cotton leads harder fo
, than ever. fir