The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-06-19

thing so complete.
She was delighted with the gift, and
wrote many sweet, maidenly letters to
jobs Rose upon it.
But the winter went, and the summer
came and went, and they were not much
nearer marriage.
To be sure, John had permission to
buy the place back when he liked, and
the hay and fruit had brought him in
5000.
But he was only living on the old
place as tenant, and he looked so sad
and careworn when Phoebe saw him
that her heart ached.
His old father, with his vicious hab-
its, and weak good nature, was great
trial and his infrm old grandmother,
who kept house for him was not the
best of housekeepers.
Phoebe knew Johns home might be
much more homelike; but it was not
possible to believe that it would be
best for him to add to his cares the sup
port of herself and her invalid moth
er.
She was nice milliner, but she
knew John would not let her work at
trimming other peoples bonnets after
she was his wife. He could earn fair
pay at his trade of carrisgemaker, and
preferred to support her himself.
So Phoebe waited for him, and her
mother fretted.
$50 foolish of Phoebe to cling TO
John Rose There were others as
good, and better, who loved the ground
she trod on and she had better love
rich man who could marry her than q
poor one who couldn't"
Phoebe knew that all this referred to
Tom Embden. who kept thrifty cor
ner grocery.
But she did not pay much attention,
for she would not have married Tom
Embden, with his fire red whiskers, his
lies, and little tricks of trade, if hand
some John had not loved her and she
had not loved him.
''But her mothers remarks were not
always opportune, and were never
cheerful.
One day Tom Embden called and
offered himself for the third time.
To-be-sur it was done in ocular
way, and Phoebe turned it aft as Joke;
but her mother who was in the room
was very cross afterward.
"Why will you be such fool, Phoebe?
That young man will never ask you
again!"
"I hope he never Will, motherl"
"That I should have such headstrong
girl! am sure you are not bit like
me, Phoebe. 1 was always willing to
take advice"
"Oh, don't motherw cried Phoebe,
in panied tone.
"Then, why are you 80 set on your
own way? Any one can see that you
are throwing away good chance for
foolish notion I'm sure I'm not ambi-
tious to be connected with the Rose FAM
lily. We were never rich, but we were
always respectable"
Phoebe had headache from crying
on her pillow the night bafore, and she
did not feel as if she wanted to hear any
more said against dear John, 50 she rose
rather hurriedly from her seat. The
act displaced the escritoire, and before
she could catch it, it had slipped with
4 crash from the table to the floor.
As she stopped to pick it up, amid
ner mothers voluable scolding, she
found that thin panel had been dis
placed from the bottom of the box, and
n the cavity lay thick letter, which
vas sealed with wax, but bore no super
'cription. She held it wonderingly in
Ter hand. After while she laid 1t |
lown. Something, she could hardly |
ell what, prevented her opening it.
She felt, thoughtfully, that it was not |
lers. She replaced it in the box.
But the escritoire had to be mended,
md after few days, she carried it to
'sbinet maker.
Handsome, quaint old thing, isn't
u" said Mr.. Glew. "There's nice
for you'll 'Tisn't much like
he cheap desks made nowadays. And
hat reminds me that saw an adver-
yesterday, for an old escritoire
which had somehow got out of the
wner's hands. Bless me, here it is
owl"
WANTED-To recover an old mahogany es-
ritoire, lined with red satin. 1t was stolen
'om the owner, and for private reasons is very
iluable Whoever returns it to Lydia Gold
g 65 Auburn street, will receive satisfacto-
7 compensation.
Phoebe trembled very much as she
ent out of the cabinet makers rooms.
he felt as if something was going to
appen.
And something did happen.
After thinking two days over the mat
II. she carried the escritoire to 65 Au-
urn street. 1t was very handsome
ouse, all inlaid woods and stained
Ass and dome like ceilings.
Phoebe had never been in such hand
me house before, and she had never
en such pretty little old lady as the
le in white satin ribbons who came
,wn to meet her.
She took the box from her eagerly,
Id seemed very much pleased with it.
"I would know it among a thous-
ID !" she said. "It was my dear sis :
rs"
When she had opened the secret panel :
d taken out the thick letter, she was :
eassd still more. =
"My sister Martha's seal There can !,
no mistake. How very fortunate l q
lw y
The little lady seemed talking to her a