The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-01-02
VIOLET'S COUSIN,

A stately gray house on a crag owe
looking the sea, a group at the top {
the steep stone steps that wound dow
TO the sands below, a stately dowagel
a lovely young girl, with Clyte face
young man handsome as tiger
The sky hung like lapis lazuM abov
them, the sea was bed Of sapphire
and silver, and the little shore bird
trilled sweetly in the green marshes
What shines so at the shores edg,
where that little boat is rocking
Aunt Honor, let me go and see," criee
the young girl.
her hair. like fine spun gold, blew
back in the wind, the salt wind that
beat against her blue drapery, reveal
ing the grace of her exquisite moulded
figure.
The young man started eagerly, but
the elder woman clasped his arm.
Don't be too fast" she said, in an
nndertone. Eyes, you may go, vio-
let. Take Mogul with you"
A great Sligo hound rose from
amongst them, and followed the girl
down the steep steps.
You will have to use care, Jaw"
said Mrs. Honor Brundage, when the
girl had gone. II am afraid she does
not like you very much"
"Does not like me % burst out her
son. 81 would make her like me. if
you did not keep constantly checking
me ~
"You would walk on the sands with
her and make violent love to her this
morning; would you notP"
y, "She would run away from you or
come crying to me, l don't know
which. You cannot afford to do that. |
lou have known her but three DAYS,
and she-''
"She is like other women, 1 sup
pose" sneered the son.
The mother paled.
Jay, you give me great pain," she
said then added ''She is a yerv
pure and innocent young girl. 1 was
ike her once, before / knew your
wicked father"
"You are good woman, mother, of
course. l don't mean that. But
AVE seen something of ladies' society
md am not clown"
jay, when will you learn that there '
re women and womenp Never, l be- ,
leve, IT left to yourself so / have {
'rought this girl from her mountain |
ome to be appreciated, loved, and |
'on by you, and to make you a better
,an." /
The young man filliped stone into a
he water. v
81 am afraid the making of saint v
mt in me, my dear mother. I am v
DO much like my wicked father"
you are ~ bitterly responded the s.
,other.
Jay Brundage sent another stone h
fter the first. Y
We'll, this is rather dull. How b
ing am l to be attached to your re- b
'ected apron-strings in this matter of fc
" cousinP" n,
-'lf you are not willing to be guided W
me, Jay, you will spoil all, and D,
toilet better never have come-bet- fir
r never have known us. She would D,
safer and happier to-day among her dl
alive hills" ii,
"She is happy enough here, for that he
after" No
Eyes, the sea and our style of LIVING ro
e novelties to her. She takes to the be
aces OF life easily, as an Annerly ever ey
ust. But where are you going. tr,
Up" e' n,
ITO town, if you will not let me 60 wi
tn Violet" be
Mrs. Brundage did not answer, and wi
few moments after, as she stood ke
me, saw her sons favorite team
ttering along the white, winding yo
I'd. ~.
Meanwhile the girl, with light, yo
'inging step, had gone on down the
Doth sands, The glittering object an,
we'd to be only bit of shining mica. TIL
en- she had proved this, she sat lik
Vn on the edge of boat, pulled aut
We water-mark, and took breath. M.
along the shore she could see the as
curling white upon the sand. On aur
slant headland were strange. fan sta
ic. storm wrenched trees. Far ano
: the shining levels of blue and sill imiI
white sails glided. Inland, above :.
high cliff walls, she could see only imr
dome of the stately Brundage fen,
sion and the flag that foated from the
upola. A
ddenly stately Mogul, undemon- his
i've, obedient, sprung away to lool
upon a stranger, young man Bru