The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-12-29
Miss EWald'S Protege.

saturday Night.
| HE is handsome, hespeaks correc'
and there is d kind of superb il
dpendence about him that admir-
hat a pity he is only a farmer!
ISIS Ewald unused, looking over tn
pce at the reapers in the wheat fielC
Pa singing out Brian Jeffrey
traight, well knit figure, in it's coo
ne cotton overalls and blouse.
How easily and lightly he swun.
Ne scything cradle around, the vel
Nv grain falling before the glitter
| g blade.
Miss Ewald had been at Grass.
lnds a week. She was twenty-sis
nd thoroughly disguised with the
Eorld, or SO she imagined when she
las elected to spend the summer in
Pc country, instead of going with
er friends on the Usual round OF
ayety at the watering places.
81 am tired of folly and fashion, of
,ciety-ofeverything," she had said j,
nd packing her trunks went away
} the loneliness, the cool, deep,
lades, and the simple, primitive life
Grasslands, bewildering Farmer
ison and his comedy wife with her
auty and grace and city toilets,
I'd making acquaintance with Brian
frey, the fathers nephew.
"He is probably as old as 1 am,
1t with as little worldly knowledge
L had at SIXTEEN" shifting her
lite linen parasol a little, her eyes
III fixed on the blue clad figure IN
e field.
A brilliant idea had shaped itself
her mind during the week. She
'uld help the young man to a
cher plane of life-point into the
iellectual world.
fWhynot?" she had reasoned. "Of
hrse my friends" with d slight |
Il of her lip, "would deride the
IN; but see no harm in it. He is
Re, shut off from the world with
examples to stimulate ambition |
make him desire culture"
The morning that she stood by
! fence; looking into the wheat |
ID, she decided to speak to him
out it-offer, with tact and deli
", to loan him books and papers,
d her aid in turning his thoughts
10 higher channels.
Ehat evening, as she stood on the
tanda, gathering a bunch ofcreamy
pes for the bosom of her light blue
wn, he came and leaned against
} column near her.
rhe fading daylight seemed to
ther about her golden head and
rely purely-colored face, and the
nng farmers dark gray eyes were
ed steadily on her. 1t was a good
ae and place to unfold her purpose.
His face flushed, and he looked |
wn at his shapely, sunburnt hands,
ile she gently explained that all |
books and magazines were at his !
vice, and that she would be pleased
have him read with her sometimes.
He seemed to catch instantly at
/ full meaning, and the light in his
by eyes almost startled her.
Would you indeed be so kind to
ignorant, poor wretch?" he muir
Ired.
Ter face flushed.
1T is no great act of kindness, Mr..
frey. understand the limitations
your surroundings, and if you win
sept"
4 do, most gladly, gratefully" he
tckly interrupted. ''In country
Ighborhood, where all or nearly all,
) on the same level-where an
nanac and a Bible constitute a
in not much hope for
erary advancement"
It was a strange summer to Rosa
md Ewald-one utterly out OF the
e of conventional experiences.
Never had teacher SO apt pupil,
d the lines of study took a much
der range than she had imagined.
Favorite authors were invested with
W interest, and she found all her
IN mental faculties stimulated and
ickened. She had ever been weary
life.
It was delightful to have such an
5elligent, sympathetic protege.
II never knew before that such a
nple act OF kindness could give one
much pleasure. felt like a differ
t creature from the languid, en-
led woman who came up here"
One evening she was surprised and
lighted at the sound of fine tenor
ice singing ''My Queen" with an
,quence of expression unexpected.
She stepped to the parlor door and
W Brian Jeffrey sitting before the
lall, almost tuneless old piano,
aging and singing. /
He stopped instantly at sight OF
II did not know you could sing.
r. Jeffrey" advancing into the
mly lighted room.
'Only a little, Miss Ewald," he
id, hastily, looking as guilty as If
had been detected in a crime.
"You sing extremely well, and with
onderful expression"
Her frank, warm praise overmas-
red the self control he had been
fitting upon himself for days.
He looked at her, a pass dte fire
aping to his gray eye
II ought to sing that song well,
it'll you always in my Thoughts
} said, in a low, quick tone;
Her startled eyes met his; she
lrned away, but he caught her
and.
II know what presumption, what
,adness it is, but l love you: Miss
wald-Rosamond, my queen!
She flushed and paled.
cit may seem a poor return for all
our goodness to give You my heart,
MT it is an honest heart and