Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-09-08
A Happy Quarrel


what do you think. John? The
random Cottage is let"
Miss Nicola Whyte came in from the
iiage, all in a CULVER of newly-acquir
information. 1t was always she
n no brought in any stray bit of news
IA gossip. John never seemed to hear
ything. As Miss Nicola sagely
IN served, she always lived with his
II se in book"
al F'What does it matter to me- said
III tss Nicola ''what they did in the
n tys OF King Rameses or julius Cesar.
i'm q great deal more interested in
Fiat is go ng on to day at Hurling-
ham or Lille Bridge"
T. Sue was a trim. neatly dressed
fperson of middle age, with beady,
BLACK eyes, short black curls that
danced and trembled with every move
ment that she made, and great
fancy for wearing pink or blue ribbons
"a sort of assertion, perhaps, that she
was not yet past the age of bright
colors and girlish costumes To-day
her hand. She had been buying sweet
breads aud asparagus for dinner.
Air. Whyte looked up from his desk.
He had an extensive correspondence
with Continental philologists, and was
preparing to send out a batch of
letters by the next mail
The Brandon Cottage" said he.
rubbing his hand over the forehead
TiaDf in lF
years, was still fair and smooth. "Oh.
] am sorry!
80 am j. said Nicola. Nobody
knows how much I've enjoyed the
Strawberries out of the garden, and
the roses from the great portico BUSH"
wasn't thinking of that" said
her brother.
You never do think of anything
practical, retorted Nicola, parenthe-
yticalIy.
.'But it's the quiet of the thing that
4 shall miss, sighed John, examining
the point of his fountain pen. 'sof
course it's family with nine small
children at the least"
you're wrong there observed his
sister 'Its gentleman with one
daughter-a gentleman who came here
cleaning the front steps, as | came by.
and . white rabbit jumping about the
lawn"
Good for the rose-trees and sbrubsrr
drily remarked Mr.. Whyte.
Il shall speak to them, and beg
Them to keep the horrid little nuisance
on their own side of the fence said
Nicola 81 can't have my Young plum
, ~ EaI
Il screams awfully."
We'll, let it scream. 1t can't scream
louder than Mrs. Jennings's baby lid
when they lived there, :" said Mr..
Whyte.
4.Humphr' said Nicola. 81 rather
Ehink you'll find it can. I'm SO sorry
rhe house is let"
so am l. " said her brother. How
aver, there's no use in going halfway
TO taeet ones troubles-so. if YOU
please. Nicola, will proceed with my
letter"
Meanwhile, the dwellers in the little
Gothc cottage, EMPOWERED with elms
and braided about with glossy trails of
ivy, We're equally the subject of inter-
est and discussion between Mr.. Della |
-Pa pa" said Corinne, ave seen
= Che neighbors-a single gentleman and
Il sister. She looks dreadfulIy prim
and dried up, but he's quite hand. |
some, aid they have such superb |
Irish setterr'
''Yesp" Sc d Mr.. Delacro K.
He WIS an amateur artist in a small |
way, and his present absorbing occu- |
fht.
vases, la figures, and portfolios in the
Eoom he mad selected for q studio.
"But the dog barks every time Pa
9nila talks; and poor Paquita is fright
sned out OF her senses" said the girl.
'PaquiLa must get used to it -
81 hope he won't worry dear Little
Bunnyl" sighed Corinne.
Sunny must keep on his own side
OF the fence. = ahsently observed Mr..
Deiacroix.
Corinne shook her head-a round.
piqHant little heal, trimming over
with dark curls. She had soft. Iimpid
owes. Swallowed with long Iashes:
straight, express We nose, and lie
sweetest of cherry mouths, which, be-
tween laughing, talking, and soIilo-
Tuising. was seldom shut long enough
60 trace its perfect Cupid-bo of scar
Set
81 wish We hadn't any neighborsr'
cried she.
'My dear child" solemnly remon-
strated her father, "do You expect to
dive on desert islandP'
Corinne laughed.
II don't mind for myself" said she;
But its Bunny-and PaQuita-and the
"a hftI Uuh ID fuN Do, /
between them all. we shall get into
some scrape"
Cornne's prophecy came true. They
Sad lived scarcely Two weeks in The
brandon Cottage when matters came to
y crisis.
s'nquiia escaped fromtlIe gilded chain