The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-01-09

| ing nal1 aDStracteQly and hard
knowing whether to feel most vexe
or amused over Rosalie's ambition
freak.
She'll get over it in time,"
mentally decided as he walked along
'She has no more talent in that lin
than kitten, and she'll be sure t
find it out when she comes to seek
publisher for her poetry" and Kelsey
despite his anxiety concerning Rosa
lies preference for another, could no
help laughing at the recollection o
the verses which he had caught /,
glimpse of. II only wish 1 could fee
as sure that she would soon get owe,
that other infatuation. Confound him
the oily tongued, genteel puppy"
These last words were, of course,
applied to Mr.. Phipps Montgomery,
and a dark look settled over the
young fellows handsome, manly face
as he thought what dire vengeance he
would wreak upon the city exquisite
should he ever dare to injure a hair
Oh Rosalie's pretty head.
Meantime Rosalie, with flushed
cheeks and angry heart-angry to-
ward poor Kelsey, who had dared
to speak an untlattering truth-con-
tinueG to weave her romantic fancies
into rhyme, and, at the first opportu-
nifty, showed them to Mr.. Montgome-
ry, of whose delicate and honeyed
appreciation she always felt so sure.
Nor was she disappointed.
''They are beautiful, beautiful" he
murmured, with subdued but SYM
pathetic fervor. "Ah! l always told
you, Miss Resale, that destiny had
marked you for something higher
than this" and he threw a half con-
glance around the neat
and cozy home which motherless Ro- |
sale had kept so bright and attractive
for her father since she was a mere |
child of fOurte en-.
II am quite intimate with a leading
publisher in the city," resumed Mr..
Montgomery, "who would be glad, 1
I'M sure, upon my introducing you, to
lccept your poems for handsome
enumeration. If you will do me the
onor to run up to the city with
ne-say some day next week-w can
DON arrange the terms-and then,
My think! you will be really launched
pom tne ocean OF lame.
And dazzling smile from the elo-
uent youth so bewildered poor Rosa
e that she could scarcely tell whether
was not all a brilliant, delusive /;
ream. i.
She did, indeed, hesitate a little as
the propriety of such a step. But +
le had no mother to advise her; and, ;
side, she reasoned, it was such a =
ort distance-they could easily make Il
e trip, see that wonderful publisher, =
ID be at home again by nightfall, and :;
she would at last be an ac- a
lowiedged poetess, the social star 81
d wonder of the village. ..
at is nearly lunch time upon my y,
'rd," remarked Mr.. Phipps Mont ~
merry, consulting his elegant watch ~ ~
they stepped off the train. ut will .;
impossible to see our publisher first "
W. So with your permission 1 will 10
1duct you to my mothers where 20
i can rest for an hour and have ne
ne refreshments. If you are as 10
ngry as am know you can't re- GO GO
e. And my dear mother will be e,
st happy" ~
sosalie gracefully thanked him and F.
nplied,' for she was really tired and 90 90,
lgry. Accordingly they took a in,
k, and were soon set down at a I's
her pretensious mansion where they mr.,
e warmly welcomed by hand bbo,
lely dressed lady of middle age. ;tS
Sit there and rest, my dear, while tha
e about getting some lunch for you. Lin
now you must be very tired" she Of ,
in motherly tone, pushing Ro- W.,
gently down upon a velvet sofa. -
hen both she and Mr.. Montgomery b o
the room. and our foolish heroine, ~
10 her own reveries, felt, more con. Do.
pit than ever for her village home nre s
Re light of her present surround iH nst
But suddenly few words from an,.
room caught her atten- ola
and sent the color from her cheek; b blu !.
sitting bolt upright on the sofa. ta I
istened with all her ears. NJ
low did / get her here?' 1t was orad
'oice of Phipps Montgomery, and H.
nsolent, cold-blooded sneers in it s sror
} Rosalie feel like killing him. npp,
easy enough. The little fool I TO-
es herself agenius of the first n ru'
:, and you can bet, I've spared no bba~ se
to encourage her in that belief 80
IS! Ha, hal" and here a con- az a
tuous smoker reached Rosalie's 80 80
ng ears. $50 I've brought her ma;,,
see a publisher, and while wait nh L;ia'
politely escort her to my man. bar !,
for lunch. See? But if she gets r rano,
Is ,, "A"' 'niS Piace his CT
Rosol;. o;.oa powe
heart, trembling limbs 'her
azing cheeks and eyes,s noise ont,
made her way to the street door, nv - ),
} her great joy, found that she tTot :.
open it and reach the street. haan
Q there, she sped like an arrow ..En,
he bow until blocks interviewed 90 ~,
IN her and that terrible house: - ";
n and w nu,S Son, s d;u souSns po- oppoI
from which she started on the - nbo "
rst train for that village home nnnnI
she felt that she would never i poop.
Wish to leave. ga
very night Rosalie made bon s ssh
her precious poems; and to-day, viii .
s. Kelsey Vernon, she has a ~, W. =
cal more to say on the subject no;nt
le being ''woman's highest and rahh J.