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

Will Carlisle had definitely made u
his mind to propose to Augusta Colto
-"Augusta Ann" as her unsop hist
Gated relations phrased it in their every
day talk.
"She is q diamond among the roug
pebbles" he declared, with all lover
enthusiasm.
care you quite sure that she is
diamond at alp" dryly asked DR.. Bel
ton.
Mr.. Carlisle had been spending tn
summer at Groton Point, in dreamy
desultory sort of way. He was one o
those fortunate-or unfortunate-youn}
men whose career in life is ALREADY
made for them.
An old uncle in the West Indies hat
bequeathed him fortune, a connois
seur cousin who came abruptly to hi!
end in a railway accident had left hin
a house and gallery of paintings, and
just when he was preparing to enjoy
himself thoroughly husky cough de.
veloped itself, the medical men talked
grimly of consumption, and he was or.
dered to the seashore for the summer.
"There is nothing the matter with
me-" said he impatiently.
"But there will be-" averred the
learned disciple of Esculapius, "if you
don't check this thing in its very in
ception. Westward no now, or Rhyl,
Or"
"Nonsense!" said Carlisle. 81 don't
care for any of those fashionable re-
sorts. If am to be banished any
where, I'll choose the place of exile
myself. What do you say to Groton
PointP'
"Groton Point! Groton Point!" re-
peated the doctor, with puzzled air.
81 may be very deficient in modern
geography, but must say I never
heard Of Groton Point"
"No, nor anybody else," said viii
Carlisle, smiling, "and that is the rea-
son I am going there. 1t is a solitary
fishing station on the west coast.
There's absolutely nothing there but
surfs and sea-gulls."
And 80 Groton Point was selected for
Mr.. Carlisle's summer residence. There
was a little one-story hostelry there,
fronting the sea, while the postoffice
was at one end of the village and va
riety store at the other, where you
might buy anything from tallow can
dies and matches to an almanac and
plow.
There it was that Miss Cotton threw
her net over his unsuspecting heart,
one day, when she lost the sovereign
wherewith her mother had sent her to
the store for lot of carpet-warp, seven
yards of red flannel and box of baking
powder.
She was SO pretty and plump and dis
and her blue muslin gown set |
off her blonde complexion and bur-
nished hair so exquisitely, and Will had |
lot seen any woman but the fat land
ady for week.
And they found the gold piece lying
among the rocks by the seashore, where
t must have dropped from Augustus
pocket when she pulled out her hand
kerchief to brush away the flies, which
we're troublesome at Groton Point when
he wind set in from certain direction;
but Mr.. Carlisle lost something more
serious yet-his heart.
ga fshermaid of low degree" he
had qnoted when he confessed all these
hings to his college chum, young DIR.
3elton, whose quiet sister, Lettuce, he
lad once admired in sort of a way,
when both the young men were in the
graduating class.
"a wild rose bud, don't you seep A
.enuine daughter of nature, who has
ever been out of sight of the ocean!"
"Oh!" said DR. Bolton.
"Of course she has no external pol
III, =" added Carlisle. "She will have
verything to learn. But she is so re-
-eshing as compared with the conven-
lonal city young lady that one gets go
red Of"
"Exactly," said DR.. Bolton, seeing
nat his friend expected him to say /.
"Her father owns small fishing ,
mack. He is a real character. And
er mother is one of those nice old
dies that one seldom sees. Domestic,
on know-neat-handed Phyllis-all
lat sort of thing. I'll take you there, 9
ack, if you'll promise not to find :
'ult with the primitiveness of the {
ing" r
"Oh, I'll PROMISE" said DR.. Bolton. t
Bolton was man of instincts, and in
lis case his instinct told him that Will 0
arlisle was altogether astray. a
"He is beauty-struck," said he to a
mself. "FOr the time he is bewitch- |;
|. It's the old story of Ulysses and
e Sirens over again. s.
But he went to the seaside cot where L
ugusta Cotton had all the old china tt
tchers filed with wild flowers, and O
It like modern Flora, dimpled and r.
Milling, in their midst. t,
She said very little, but she smiled a Il
eat deal, and Carlisle was more in t,
tuated than ever when he came away,
ward II O'Clock of dark and brood ri
g August night, with a suspicious P
Oseness in the air, and vivid sheets of a
,htning here and there. a.
"Isn't she perfectP" he cried, he and b
elton walked along the edge of the
ore. G
"She is very beautiful, yes" II