Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1886-03-01

lied for tho first time how very old-fash.
ioned and plain my daily surroundings
were, home had never appeared loyelicr
In my eyes.
II had been back only a week when
Mr.. Wyndcote called at the farm. He
had left the city, he said. soon after ]
had. The sun was almost setting when
he started to go. and / sauntered down to
the gate with him. 1t was near the time
that Roberts train came in, and l knew
that 1 should soon see my lover, for he
Always stopped to say few words to me
OH his way home.
"A great white rose bush grew By the
farm gate. and Mr.. Wyndcote, breaking
off one Of the odorous buds, handed 1t to
| me- saying softly as he did SO:
"'Do you know what rose means,
Miss Dorris3 and will you accept this
from me?'
Something in his tone and the expires.
sion with which he regarded me showed
| ne that l had been mistaken when ! bad
thought his old fancy for me had died.
ard saw at once that he could not have
heard OF my engagement. 1t was a pain
| value his friendship; but felt must
not let the moment pass without telling
him Of my betrothal.
81 took the rose. and looking up into
his face, said:
Certainly will accept It. Mr.. wynd-
cote, as an assurance OF the friendship
you bear me. and also as an earnest Of
| the congratulations you will give mo
when you hear Of my approaching mar
rage
"His face paled and he started violent
ly, and was just about TO speak when the
gate swung back. and around the great
rose-bush which concealed the road from
our view by its blossom-fieighted
branches, came Robert. His gaze wan
dercd from Mr.. Wyndcote's pallor and
agitation to my flushing face. and then to
the rosebud which l still held In my
hand then, without any words, but with
Il look such as / had never seen In his
face before. he left us and proceeded to
| the house.
"Mr. Wyndcote held out his hand and
l could see that 1t tremtled.
al fear, Miss Doris, that have
caused trouble between you and your
lover, but you can explain and make II
all right. Will you shake hands with
me? 1t will be for the last time. was
foolish to imagine that, rejected once.
still might hope. But you are not In
fault; I have only my own blindness IL
| blame
AS walked to the house my heart
was very heavy, for the way In which
Arthur Wyndcote had borne himself had
Increased my respect for him.
| CONSCIOUS had meant no wrong, !
lid not stop to think that to lookers.on
actions speak louder than words, appear.
ances than deeds. Never had I known
Robert to be so angry. and looking back.
[ can SEQ that he had cause, for no had
known Mr.. Wyndcotcs former proposal
70 me. and that had met him again at
my aunt's house, and he keenly felt the
Inference which existed between n poor
mechanic and the owner of u largo estate.
Ibis d;strust angered me and sealed
my lips. answered him back pettishly.
instead Of speaking In a way that would
instantly have shown him his mistake.
| "My last words to him were:
81 am glad We have found out We
were mistaken in each other, Robert,
before 1t was too late
"Whcn next / saw hlr>-oh,little one,
tho rest Is harl to tell
Tho very next day the train Of which
my lover was tho driver came into col
lision with an express. and only owing to
his bravery and presence Of mind was