The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-04-13
LOVE AND MONEY.
BY ROSE TERRY COOKE,


plastic features that looked as
some easy hand had nodded thei
fluent curves from soft pallid ella
that never hardened-her yellow gra.
eyes and deep brown lashes, her ful
lips, low forehead, and delicate brow
all seemed surcharged with a sor
ofvague pathos that was very effec
tive; an abundance of light brow
hair, waving and silken, and beauti
full teeth, half disclosed by the Ian
guild mouth, added also to the charm
of a slight and graceful figure.
She was one of those girl
who suggest vine always; not +,
sturdy grape laden with baccban
punches, or a classical evergreen ivy
but rather a morning glory, adorned
with pink blooms-fowers of an hour
that fade when the hot sun strikes
them, and close forever under twi
light shadows.
Her romantic name fitted her yer,
well; and nobody ever thought o
shortening it into robust "Clem," o.
familiar 'Clemmy;" if the syllable.
were too long for any lazy tongue, il
degenerated at once into "Tina."
At school she always had at least
eleven bosom friends, who were hor
ribly jealous of each other, as each il
turn happened to be the confident O
the day. There were girls who calico
Clementine fool, and treated hel
with judicious scorn; but they were
Observation-Disclosures was not a foo
at all; she had the ordinary sense O
girls of her age; not common sense,
which is the rarest of all possessions
and beyond genius, but an average
share of understanding. To be sure,
she wrote poetry-reams of it-and
very poor poetry at that, though be-
ing smooth, melodious and harm
less, it was greatly admired by the
readers of the Canterbury Journal,
and her candid schoolmates. But il
she did write poetry she learned her
lessons fairly well, and was quite a
proficient in French. To be sure,
Monsieur Bourdaloue was desperate
ly enamored of Tina, and gave more
than the prescribed hours teaching
to the class in which she belonged-a
class of two-which may account tor
her progress.
The worst thing about Clementine
was her fearful tendency; not a day
passed that she did not cry, and cry
iuently; good honest showers of crys-
tai tears that soaked her handker-
chief and washed her soft pale cheeks
like spring rain.
Nobody ever knew what she cried
for; she said herself she cried because
she couldn't helpit. Nora Jones, one
of the strong-minded girls who called
her silly, said she was crying for the
moon; certainly there was no other
known reason for tears. She had q
good home, a very loving father and
mother, one sunny saucy sister, as
unlike her as possible, yet who re-
garded Tina with a deep reverence,
and said the editor ofthe Canterbury
Journal had been heard to call Glenn
entine "a child of genius" and she
guessed she was. After a great while,
Tina, in moment of confidence,
owned to her chief dearest friend that
life was burden, love a vain dream,
q delusive fiction, and she herself
should certainly die young, consumed
by inward fires; to confirm which SEN
timents she quoted Mrs. Hemans,
Byron, l.. E. L., and M. F. Topper
with great fluency, and convincing
aptness, and scared poor Molly
Hayes out of a night rest by asking
her if she should return from the
to tell her of it's heavenly
Joys.
Molly did not like ghosts, and pro-
tested vehemently, but she need not
have been frightened, for Tina did not
die at all, though she ate enough
pickles, candy and loafcake to hasten
her end if she had been naturally
wholesome, hearty creature.
No, this morbid sort of a girl does
not die young; she grows up into a
weedy, useless woman, and for all
practical purposes might as well be
Kept in cellar with other sprouts of
more useful vegetables.
Clementine finished her school-days
n her usual health, graduated with
some honor, looking extremely pretty
n white muslin and blue satin rib
oons, with her hair in long loose ring
cts falling about her shoulders, and
one white rosebud caught in the shin
ng meshes above her little ear. In
ibis cheap and lovely costume she
sung pretty little song of long ago,
Love not" with such tremulous
oathos that the audience almost cried,
Ind seven college students at the ex-
rene end of the hall felt very queer
lnder their waistcoats. Then Tina
anne out into society. Not that
here was much society in Canterbury,
,ut whatever mild dissipation that
own afforded she shared in. Her
ather was well to do, and Tina was
always nicely dressed. She had good
aste, and affected soft clinging fab
les, sometimes of delicate tints, but
lever neutrals. The instinct of a
woman of her sort is apt to be correct
n such matters, and she felt that
lrabs and grays and dull browns did
lot suit her; warm yet light rose;
blue, apple greet-a tint
Unknown to those abominable aniline
olors that have SO cruelty superseded
he old artistic dyes-all these, reliev-
d against fieecy white, or sometimes
. whole attire of softest lilac, made
Ter look like "a gentle flower, as one
'outhful adorer declaI ed in the burn
ng words of a valentine. Nor did she |
how less fair, when winter came,
4 robes of deepest crimson,