Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-11-29

ran 10 the table. '"o
Two for me-" she c,dad rl.
60 "'n'hnia. and this Is from Lillv
orey' Know. And what pretty en-.
eope you nave there, John-tbe ooI.
"ess rotnonia, is it not, amonyat bar
notice from the manaoers NJ IN.
agricultural Fair" said John. .Fa,han
got the prize for pears last wear W.
generally get prizes"
lie handed the document tn bis WITT
VINO pernsed 1t carefully, and the li,,ls
tiff WIS over. ''1 '"o 'i''ie
otili life was not what il used 10 h.
IN the old farmhouse. You can H.,
agine II all The detail OF DAYS ~
oni'iy coidness, OF evenings once spen,
!" 'he general sitting-room passed in
upstairs bedrooms, of formal meaIs
ana naughty politeness. John of,on
thought that regular quarrel i'll.
.nose that took place In the cabin n
NIKE Hranburg, on the railroad bor-
"ers' where plates and glasses and
chair-iegs flew about, would be nre.
ierable. He went out as much os No..
sIble. And Rosa had asked lin, to-
iittle piece Of ground for a garden of
her own. He bad given it to her. Of
course, and she spent much time there
nut she never asked him to look at II
Ills sisters avoided it carefully. The
spot CHOSEN was an out-of-the-way one
Heyohd the corn-6c'd. They worked
10 their own as usual; and even over
flowers these gir,. did not meet On
friendly terms.
his mother rather ostentatiousiv
reao the more severe OF the religious
works In the library in her armchair
on the porch. His father talked of his
time being nearly over. His aunt
Hhltted as sternly as though she were
one OF The Fates in charge of the web
OF destiny; and nobody called him Jack
any more.
lie was aware that the ladies spoke
OF Rosa s remote little garden as the
open air conservatory" or the Gar
den of Eden" and once when he asked
them why they did not go and look at
1t, Edna replied:
''Oh, our chances might blight it."
And Ruth added:
at is too. too utterly, presume.
We country girls could not appreciate
it."
Whereupon he called them ill
natured idiots" and they began to sob
violently. and alluded to him as "a
brute" And really Rosa did carry
herself in stately fashion, and met
their Roland with an Oliver, as far az
GOODNESS went.
1t was not pleasant August. and
1t was more unpleasant September.
His only comfort was in his grape
vine. He hoped to get the prize for
grapes at the Agricultural Fair. His
father was doing all he could with his
pears for the same purpose. TheY
would have other exhibits also ano
the Parma ees H. never failed 10 ce-
Il prize OF some sort vet.
The evening of the third day OF tho
fair came ut last. The Palnal .e.
were all going-the family in the car
riage, John and his wife in the little
vehicle of his own. She looked very
beautiful and her dress was perfect
Her sisters-in-law had not disdainel to
make a sort of rival toilet and Mrs
Parmalee was very grand, but John
felt that he was left out in the colo.
and Rosa was rather pale and silent,
but they all warmed up a little whes
they entered the hall.
A sort of proscenium surrounded the
stage at the end of the great room.
Vines clamhered over it, water played
amongst rock work, and pots and tubs
of rare plants filed in the foreground
A MIRAGE of the scene painters art
arose at the back of the stage. where
the sun was setting over distant mount
aims, and in the midst stood Pomona
amidst a wealth of the fruits of all
countries, while at her feet lay Yam
kee pumpkin--a veritable miracle-so
large. so flawless, so golden, so perfect,
that it was the object on which all eyes
fingered. Itdwarfed every other pump
kin ever seen by the oldest farmer
pres nt.
All the tables were loaded down.
however. and the Parmalee exhibit
looked we'll. People walked and
talked, and tn band played. and at last
ppeared upon the stage the figures OF
three sages who were to bestow the
prizes.
Smiths and Joneses, Williamses and
Browns, in turn grew happy. The
Widow Watkins almost tainted when
she received the first prize for onions.
and the new member. who was wild
over whispered words of comfort.
Farmer Pagindarm thought the com
mittee unjust because they overlooked
the merits of his "Jackson-whites,'
but Mr.. Parmalee received honors for
his Katharine pears with calmness-
he was used to it.
Johns grapes were ouly third best.
His mother felt it to be a Judgment
and was proud that her tea roses were
successful.
One after another the names OF the
successful were called. but as yet no
mention was made of the great pump
kin. Whose was it? There was .
nuuse: the band played ~ ankle.
Coodie;" calcium light was turned
m b., tha oratpp waVaI his