The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-03-06

"What is it?" asked Jessie, coldly,
throwing her apple over the hedge.
She had no longer an appetite for it.
81. want to apologize for having I'M
consciously taken possession of your
little parlor. 1t makes me feel like an
interloper."
WHO told you it was my parlor p'i
asked Jessie, trying to steel her heart
against him; but thinking all the same,
What handsome man he was, with
his blue eyes, and tawny beard
"Never mind who told me-" said
George Leith, with a smile. 81 know
l have unconsciously deprived you of
your piano ever since have been here,
and l want you to forgive me-"
at is who ought to ask your for
giveness, returned Jessie. 81 have
often stolen in to have an hour with
my piano when you have been out"
She smiled and colored as she spoke,
unable to resist the winning sweet
ness of his voice and manner.
They stood watching the moon
above the tree tops, talking pleasant
ly, until Caroline came to the door,
and called her sister.
"Where on earth have you been, Jes-
siep" she asked.
Talking to Mr.. Leith,' returned
Jessie, as she followed her into the
room.
"Wonders will never cease" ex-
claimed Caroline. 81 thought you ha-
ted him; but there, think he would
talk anyone over with that pleasant
voice of his"
Jessie thought so too; but she did
not give vent to her opinion in words.
She was looking unusually well; col
or became her, but it was not the rose
flush upon her cheeks that made her
look so lovely. There was change
in her tonight, and her sister was
vaguely conscious of it, as the girl
stood looking down into the glowing
fire in the kitchen CRATE.
"Our Jessie is growing regular
beauty" observed Caroline to her
father, when her sister had gone up to
bed.
Handsome is as handsome does"
returned Mr.. Maybrick, putting away
at his pipe. Jessie's education had
cost him no end of money, while the
more homely Caroline had put pounds
in his pocket.
But Mr.. Maybrick had no eye for
beauty. He was not like his ledger,
who could get very little sleep for
thinking of a pair of bright eyes and
slim girlish figure.
Next morning, as Mr.. Leith sat at
breakfast, he caught sight of Jessie
talking to stoutly built, curly head
ed young fellow, and his heart gave
jealous throb.
Who was that rustic she seemed so
interested IMP He could not be her
sweetheart-surely girl like Jessie
would not throw herself away on such
an awkward cub.
Mr.. Leith tried to read his newspa-
per, and forget the happy-looking
couple in the garden; but it was OF no
use.
There they were, parading up and
down in the full view of his window,
and now and then their voices were
waited to him on the breeze.
He felt he could stand it no longer.
and slammed down the window in
rage. What was the use of coming to
the country for quiet, if people would
persist in making such racket?
He took his hat and went for
walk, and when he returned home, had
the pleasure of seeing that rustic
through the kitchen window, dining
with the family.
Mr.. Leith closed the door of his
room; but he could not shut out the.
sound of that fellows noisy laughter.
'If he is frequent guest, my stay
here will not be of very long duration"
he thought.
Presently, to his intense annoyance,
he saw Jessie and the stranger out in
the garden again, and after his own
dinner had been served, he heard Miss
Caroline calling them in to tea, and
found that the young mans name was
name! Mr.. Leith had
never felt more miserable than he did
that evening, and his life had not been
devoid of trouble.
Mr.. Leith was sitting in the dark.
and presently heard voices outside the
door.
II am sure he iss out, child" said
Caroline. 'The lamp is not lit-you
can 90 in and play for a little WHILE.
and Mr.. Leith will never be bit the
wiser"
Ilt ulu uOb ntui OtSoiV oto"NA Nv
voice was not so loud, but tho door
opened, and she came into the room,
going straight over to the piano.
Mr.. Leith held his breath. lying
back in the arm chair, while Jessie
played softly in the darkness.
He could see the dim outline of her
form, rs she sat at the piano for what
little light there wasfell upon her.
He was angry with her-most unrea-
sonably angry, but he could not lose
the chance of speaking to her alone.
Miss JESSIE" he said quietly.
Jessie gave faint scream. He had
frightened her so much that she |
trembled like leaf. She was going
to run out of the room, when his voice
arrested her movement.
IL shall be sorry that revealed my
self if you are going to run away" he
went on. "lt is not often l have the
chance of hearing you playing, Miss
Jessie"
Jessie sat down at the piano, but
she did not play. Her little brown
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