The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-04-13

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wholesale firm in New York every
summer tor many years, and amass-
ed much money thereby, but never
taken to himself wife as yet-even
this delightful being was coming
home this year
at does beat ALL" exclaimed Aunt
Nabby, "to think Eddard Wylde is
coming back. haven't set my eyes
on him, really, except what you may
call peek when he'd.spend Thanks
givin' here, for several years"
"The squire is pleased enough, f"
said Grandpa Hyde; "he's stopping
all the folks in town to tell about it.
Seems as if he was a good deal broke
of late years. Pm glad Eddard's
coming. l wish he could bring his
mind to settle down here while the
the old man stays; 'twould be such a
comfort. He's all the child there is,
and Miss Wylde isn't very rugged
either"
"Folks amt very apt to be rugged,
come to her time of life, when they've
always been peepin' and pinin',"
CURLY rejoined Aunt Nabby. But
it amt likely a young man like Ed
dard will settle down in old Coventry:
if his folks do want him.
'"Then he can't be very good, Aunt
Nabby," said Clementine, with unus-
ual vigor. 81 should despise a man
who thought more of money than
his old parents"
"For mercy's sakes! what has set
you off, Tiny? Men amt made after
that pattern. They've got to work,
and they like to do it, l tell We. It's
the order of natur' that old folks
should lie by when they're useless, and
young folks should 60 into the heat
an burden of the day."
''But l thought he had enough
money"
Enough money! screamed Aunt
Nabby, with keen derision; enough
money! When you see a young Teller
not thirty years old who's ready to
say he's got enough money, just you
put him in cage and send him down
to York to the museum. He'll be
the biggest curiosity there"
Tina turned away Disguised with
Aunt Nabby's worldly wisdom, and
went up to her room to battle her
ruffied plumes in the diviner art of
"Thaddens of Warsaw"-a book she
had Just discovered in the old garrett.
How she would have shivered to hear
Aunt Nabby chuckle as she left the
room.
"Ain't she a high-fyer, Reuben? I
wouldn't ask no better than for her
to marry Eddard Wylde. She wants
money to keep her alive as much as
a new chicken wants broodin'; but
she thinks it's fine to turn up her
nose at it, poor little ignorant cree
turl''
But Grandpa Hyde and Aunt
Nabby both were wise enough to say
no more.
In due time Clementine met Ned
Wylde and was introduced to him.
He was tall, well-looking young
fellow, with good manners and a
kind heart; but Tina, from the first,
sedulously avoided him. She was
sure money had spoiled him, and
that he would lay every common
civility from a young lady to desire
| to share that money.
There was a certain grain of truth
in this for there was not another
young girl in Coventry who was not
too glad to talk, or dance, or drive,
or row with Mr. Wylde-not one
whom he could not have married,
Miss Nabby said, and she was partly
n the right Some were prettier
than Tina, many more eloquent and
better bred; but, with the innate per-
versity of the sex, he showed very
soon marked preference far Miss
Kent's society, because she offered
MIN a new sensation-that of being
Stunned, and, if any one may write
the word, snubbed.
Tina had, indeed, set her face as
flint against him, for while she was
forced to admit the sense, the manli-
ness, the wit and the consideration
that would have charmed her had he
been a poor poet or struggling as
pirant for political honors, she felt
all the more obliged to turn away
from his pleasing society, lest her
theories should tremble and perhaps
totter to their fall
But nothingis certain in this world;
like the man who awoke and found
himself famous one morning, poor
Tina was at last conscious that she
loved Ned Wylde more than any
creature on earth She stood at her
closed blinds as he rode by on a
thoroughbred colt his father had
bought for him before he came to
Coventry; the creature was almost
manageable, and if Ned had not
been a good horseman, would have
thrown him then and there. Tina
was sure he was on the brink of
death, and everything grew black be
fore her. When she looked up again
twas from pillow on the floor, and
Aunt Nabby was sprinkilng her face
with camphor.
After this revelation to herself it
was useless to try to meet Ned Wylde
with calmness; the loveliest tea-rose
tint would steal across her pure pale
cheek, and the dark lashes fall over
innocent eyes. Nature betrayed her
in spite of herself, and when Ned
Wylde fairly asked her to love and
marry him, he was not only grieved
but astonished to receive a distinct
and curt refusal.
That night Tina cried herself to
sleep. The consciousness of having
been true to her lofty theories was no
sort of comfort to her: in this DESC
late hour all that high-minded con-
tempt of money did not support her
at all. She could only sob and
cry, and be entirely wretched,
and wish with all her soul
Ned Wyle was as poor as poverty.
Of course she could not come down
to breakfast in the morning, and
when Aunt Nabby discovered her
with red eyes, sodden cheeks and fe-
verish lips, and demanded to know
at once what was the matter, Tina
broke down and cried dreadfully.
Aunt Nabby was practical female;