Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-11-16

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Whether or no it was through the
consequent loss Of practice that he
failed in the rowing match cannot be
said, but certain it is that he did fail.
Phil was an inveterate tease and a
player OF practical jokes. Nothing
in the way of a trick was too trifing
Tor him to take delight in, and no
trouble in the preparation of a joke
too great for him.
He had hailed the arrival of his lit
tie cousin as furnishinga fair subject
for fun, and the very first evening of
his arrival had so worked upon his
fancy, with the fable of the pot of
gold at the foot of the rainbow that,
without letting any one know, the
child had made his way across "a
meadow aud through bit of wood
land towards the foot of hill. where
he was sure the glowing colors touch
ed the earth.
But they were allgone, and twilight
had fallen by the time he emerged
from the woods.
Still, the rainbow had been there,
and he spent some time hunting for
the pot of gold, which might still be
there.
At last, trying to find his way back
through the woods, he became con-
fused and wandered far out of the
way towards home.
In the hours which followed, during
which Phil aided in the alarmed
search for the lost child, he fully re-
solved within himself to give up his
bad habit.
But a bad habit, as most of us who
are foolish enough to foster and
nourish one, know to our cost, isnot
an easy thing to overcome.
The very next evening he slipped
into Arthur's glass of milk irag-
ment of marble, which exactly re-
sembled alump ofsugar, and watched
with suppressed glee his efforts to
make it dissolve and his surprise at
failing to do so.
Whats the NATTER" at length
asked Phil.
"Why, it's queer / can't make this
sugar melt, said Arthur, holdingup
the white lump in his spoon. I've
tried and tried"
.'Oh, can do that in q minute!l"
said Phil.
With little sleight of hand move
ment he spirited away the marble
out of sight, and. slipped lump of
sugar into the glass, dissolved it
with few turns OF the spoon.
What wonderful fellow you re,
Phil!'' exclaimed Arthur, looking at
him with his eyes iull OF astonish-
ment.
I'D like to give our boats crew a
picnic into Great lake, said Phil to
his father, one day. sit will be a
fine row for us. and could get them
their dinners at the new pavilion at
the head of the lake Wen be very
careful and he home in good time.
Can we go?''
Il think you may" said his father.
You are II trustworthy set boys, |
think"
"Can Arthur go with u.s."
"Yes."
1t was ~ merry load which, with
brightly CHANGING oars and quick
moving boat, @lided over the blue
water on morning iull of sunshine.
Arthur's face beamed with delight
as he listened to the chat and laugh
/ ter, and it was not long before Phil
began amusing himself in his favorite
! way by telling preposterous stories;
convulsing the other boys with half
concealed merriment Mt seeing how
the innocent child believed every
word he heard.
After awhile Phil took from his
pocket a gold piece which his father
had given him to provide the enter
tainment for his friends.
Now, Arthur" he said, 'I'll show
you something worth seeing. can
throw this into the lake and call it
up again as soon as / want it,"
Arthur's blue eyes turned upon him
in sober faith. He had seen his cous-
in do SO many strange things that
he had no doubt of his being able to
do as he said.
You look carefully at it," said
Phil, putting it into his hand, $50
that you can be sure it's the same
piece, and no trick about it.
Yes, | shall know it again, said
Arthur, after grayely examining it.
"Well. Presto! There she goes!"
Phil made q motion to throw the
piece into the water, but it was a
pebble which made the little splash
which Arthur heard.
Now, believe I'll get my money"
he said, few minutes later. 1--WE
shall want it up at the pavilion.
Come here, goldI'
He put his hand down in the wa
ter and presently took it out, show
ing Arthur the money in it.
rs it the very, very same piece?"
asked Arthur, gazing ut it in awe.
Lock at it and sec said Phil,
again handing it to him.
1T ISL exclaimed Arthur. "The
same date. and there's scratch on
it. Now, Cousin Phil, do it again"
"Stop! stopI' cried Phil, as the
child flung the money into the lake.
But it was too late. The shining
piece shot like sun ray through the