Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-05-05
Glynne Morley's Father
By THEREFOR on.


schooaEellow. We had played together
siRce onr nurses had to keep hold of
orr shDrE petticoats. rs we jumped and
Crewea in baby glee at each other
1rom their laps. Oh. the long. sunny
MORNINGS in the park; and the long.
Alright days of winter before the nur-
sey fire! ''Glynne and Tontine. was
ahe way every one alluded to us. never
one name without the other, and al
WAYS her name first. The Morley's
we're Qnite American. but my father
was . Scotehman and my mother a
French woman. Such pretty. dark
cred woman, even in these days, and
sperfect little beauty when we were
babies together, Glynne and l.
Oar mothers were firm friends. but
my father was dead. and Glynne's pa
pa WAS so rarely at home that never
saw much of him. That he was a
handsome man had learned from those
fen glimpses. and that he was pass on
atelT attached to his gentle, gray-eyed
daughter, instinctively read in every
glance he turned upon her. What
business kept him so occupied all day
and often part of the night. / never
knew; and when l asked Glynne one
day as we grew older, she looked at me.
hfiing her deiicately arched eyebrows,
rs she had trick of doing when puz-
zled. in q sharp .'dint' and said:
do You know. Tontine,I sometimes
wonder myselfI''
was so astOnished at this unexpect-
ed reply that fairly gasped: .tAnd
don't you know, then, what your faith
er does to make his money!"
INC" said Glynne, with new re-
gnctance in her tone.
'aAnd doesn't Mrs. Mosley know?n |
persisted. not realizing my rudeness in
my childish curiosity at such state of
things
''Why. yes. mamma must know, but
PapR mustn'L-at least, | think he
gouldnt wish me to ask her what he
does not tell me himself And once,
when asked him what he did up
there pointing to one slender hand
toward the other end of town, while
with the other she stroked her pet grey
hound, Dante. ''he laughed and said
me went to school, he pulled his nous
taehe. as he does when he is tired and
troubled, and said: Papa does not like
totalk of business in play time; and this
D his play time with you and mamma.
Then we went in to mamma and she
sang for us, and since 1 have never
asked any more.
II heard papa say that night, as the
door stood aiar between our rooms.
Pauline, Glynne has been asking how |
earn her furbelows; what started her in
that direction, do you think?" Then
mamma said something in low voice,
and papa said very gravely in reply:
Someone must do it for the sake Of
here the door shut sharply. and-that is
all"
So full were we of preparation for
the close Of school and the dance that
WAS TO follow, that no other topic was
discussed in the hours we passed to-
gether, for few weeks but sashes and
geWnS and the respective attractions of
Low shoes. buttoned boots and slippers
for the last day." as though we had
said '.Apres lie deluge."
In the midst of it all, one morning
Glynne's greyhound was brought home
with abroken leg.
DE. letters was called to set it, which
he did. making comment upon the al
most human patience and self control
Of the dog under the operation. That
evening, as we sat on the great fur
rug in the study with the injured dog
laid out between us where he could
D-
into ahe inner room with Glynne's
Eathgr in earnest. but subdued CONVEX
safiens which in some way seemed, from
their tones, to be protest of the lat
Ter against some proposition or argu-
mBBt Of the former, as they came for
ward 10 examine Dante's leg The
gsnfls creature looked up with pathet-
DC recognition Of the doctor, whom he
evidently included in his list of friends,
and made several efforts to lift the
MANNED paw for his usual shake
haBds. Finally be crossed the left
paw aRder the splint, and raised both
together, laid them with Satisfied air
in the physicians outstretched hand.
The dog mistress was all absorbed in
her pet, who was friend and brother,
and sister to her. in a way that could
never understand; possible because my
sparkling little French mother quite
Supplied to me the brothers and sis
asrs shat Glynne, with hershalf invalid
mokher and much absent father, long
ed for sorely. But while she bent oyer
Danse with tender, nonsensical phrases
wRs conceiying violent antipathy
fox DIR letters. Something in the
way be touched the almost human
creature, albeit not roughly. indeed,
qziss The contrary, as though he were
hnndlinga precious but frail jewel, sent