Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-11-09

| the degeneracy OF the modern dam
sci in desiring to visit, ana IN tl'e
form of sarcastic inquiry from MISS
Virginia as to theprobable wardrobe
OF her neice, that she had but a Jew
gowns, and fewer lnces and ribbons
but the friends she went To, were put
little better OFF than she herself anu
she had, therefore, the sweet beautl-
| fiers OF contented spirit and a hap
nv anticipation. Her charms were,
too, perchance, frightened by the
color that came and went on her
round cheeks, as she sat in the Old,
fashioned, numbering coach, ana
read over certain paragraph IN
Olive Bentley's letter. II ran th'lS;
"Arthur Seamoor, our cousin from
New York, YOU know. is paying us n
little visit; he has seen your photo III
Jenny's album, and he IS crazy TO
meet you"
Now, it must be borne in mind
that Pauline, although OF the mat
ure age of twenty had held but little
communication with the opposite
sex. and, with wavwardness ''unbe'
coming in her gender, " Miss Virginia
would have said, she yearned for an
opportunity TO overcome her lie
ticiencies III this respect, Here Il
was, she was Fastening toward u as
fast as four horses could carry her.
Nay, she has attained it. for ut this
moment the coach pulled up with a
| jerk before the Bentley's pretty cot
! tage, and-and--the invader the
"vandal," the seeker after the Misses
Wcymouth's treasures, camegallant-
" from the porch to assist her to
alight.
Mr.. Arthur Seamoor helped The
faithful Sam, sole relic OF former
grandeur, to carry Miss Brantle!ghs
modest trunk from the boot up to
the little pretty room she was 70
occupy, and in the evening he most
gracefully assisted Miss Brautieigh
to remember the delightful day when
first they met.
In fact, these two young people,
by some strange and singular fnta-
lily, that very night wandered oil TO-
gether up and down the pretty, small
garden, whilst Alice was similarly
engaged witha masculine companion.
and meantime Jenny played and sang
within And, miraculous TO relate,
Miss Pauline told unto Mr. Arthur
Seamoor many OF the yicissitudes OF
her life, including the loss OF Ger
tain ring and its probable incorpora.
ton in somebody's shrimp pie long
weeks since. In return for these con.
tidences Mr. Seamoor pour. d into
Miss Brantleigh's willing ears thefact
that he was partner in large i'm
porting house in New York. dealers
in objects of art, bric-a-brac and the
like, and that in the interests of his
firm he had ventured on that naplcss
afternoon to storm the citadel OF her
virginia. aunts
1t must furthermore bc recorded
that these mutual condolences grew
apace, and that daily Miss Brant-
leigh and Mr. Seamoor seemed TO
find an increasing fund OF CONVERSE
ton and a growing interest in each
others society.
Did Miss Brantleigh gather flow.
ers, Mr.. Seamoor was sure she need
ed manly assistance; did she walk.
she must require protector; did she
sew, a holder Of threads must needs
be mt hand; il she played and sang,
some one to turn the leaves; ii she
read. some attentive soul to listen to
the sweet tones of her voice.
In reality he was the girls shadow.
and the climax was Mt last capped,
when, one afternoon late. Jenny peep.
ed into the dining room and beheid
Pauline making mnyonnaise and Ar
thur industriously holding the olive.
oil cruet!
No one can make shrimp salad TO
equal Southern girl!' he exclaimed.
watching her turn out the contents
OF couple of the tiny linen bags in
to the big bowls with its soft lining
OF fresh lettuce lenyes.
"Do you think 500" Pauline pour.
ed in the savory dressing, pYrnisbed
her dish with slices OF egg, stuck n
sprig of parsley in the centre. and
shaking her head at his proposal for
'one turn IN the garden before sun
per, lnughingly ran off to dress.
Jenny vowed after that she saw
the recreant young spy!-Arthur
catch Pauline's hand and press il 10
his lips: But, then, girls have such
immaginatiOns.
However this may have been. IL
was very gay little party that sat
down to Mrs Bentley'slcosey tea.ta-
table that night, aud every one seem.
81 not only to relish Jenny'swnflles.
but especially Pauline's shrimp.saI'
lad. ''''i'
ut is delicious, indeed" Mr. Sen
moor calculated, as he held his nlota
toward the fairconcoctor of the dish
or n second supply. IL meyer Mo
anything half So" '
At this juncture Mr.. Seamoor
came to sudden pause, and nil tho
eyes about the table We're turned nm
On his plate. There lay, amid The
nayonnaise, small heavily chaseJ
gold ringl '"'''''N
Pauline gave curious stari--ner. !
1aps she recognized the littIe ci,,Io.,