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

lady what coined and wanted to buy
some o. yer auntie's brick-bats. and
you know, Miss P'leen, what hap
/ pened den. " Chloe's sample sides shook
as she spoke. "Laws-a-mercy, how
Miss Virginia did queen dat imposin'
pusson out of dis mansion.
Paulinelaughed at the recollection,
too, but, rs the knocking continued,
she looked appealingly at the old
servant, and then Mt her own stained,
moist hands.
For sho" Miss P'leen, exclaimed
Chloe, Il amt no how representa-
de Weymouthsin dis yereirock; could
you, Miss P'leen? Just screw up Il
littlecourage. Don't look so frighted,
honey; faint nothin', nohoM. Jes'
you go on an I'll be a-spyin' TO see
eff any ones rude to yer
Miss Brantleigh wasted no more
time but, leaving the worthy Chloe
still brandishing the paste brush
above the pots that the porter was
to call for ut three O'Clock precisely,
to send by express to their destina-
ton, she hurried to unbolt and I'M
bar the heavy oaken door.
A gentleman stood on the grassy
doorstep, a young and moderately
handsome fellow, with an unmistak-
able air of fashion and good breed
ing about him that made Pauline
instinctiyely recollect her pink hands,
her big apron and her general "cook-
cry" aspect.
Stimulating the example OF the
"imposin' pusson" of four seasons
ago, not having perhaps heard OF
her rout md discontinue, this fine,
handsome young gentleman express
ed, in very courteous terms, his apol-
ogies iorintruding, and the fact that
he had been advised to call and see
if the Misses Weymouth corld be in
duced to part with few of their val
uables; that the fame OF their collec-
ton OF bric-a brac and old china was,
as it were, world wide, and that they
would perhaps not esteem it u dis
honor to benefit the great public by
allowing themselves to be bereaved
OF few bits, for whatever considera-
ton the Misses Weymouth might see
lit to name-ahemi"
Pauline listened to this in terror,
for, by the Time this speech was CON
cluded, the handsome young orator
stood we'll within the sacred precincts
OF the Weymouth mansion, and was
casting envious eyes at the rare
treasures that, incrusted with the
dust of ages, were piled and heaped
in every conceivable nichean corner
OF the great wainseotted entrance
hall.
Here, indeed, were gathered the
idols OF the Misses Weymouth, the
lares and penates of their spinster
souls, sooner than part with one
morsel of which. for filthy lucre,
would they, half detiantly, halEig-
noringly, allow plucky little Pauline,
their only niece, to exc out a scanty
sum by the potting ofshrimp; sooner
than behold one cup of the famous
Weymouth china quit it's proper
shelf would they subsist on hominy
and pork, and whatever the faithful
Chloe and provident little Pauline
could provide!
Yes, within the sanctuary stood
the would-be despoiler, and even now,
above, on the gallery, Miss Brant-
leigh heard the patter of Miss Vir-
ginia's cane and the muffied tones OF
Miss Cardinals autocratic voice
With but little ceremony and in
the most dire alarm, Pauline gave
the young intruder to understand
that the Misses Weymouth perferred
death to barter, and that were he
discovered his position would prove
at least fatal to his life. He received
these admonitions with q becoming
meeknees, and with n most respect /
FULLY tender glance from a pair OF re-
handsome eyes; and apol-
ogizing, with the air of u counter to
u queen, the enemy bowed himself out
Just as Miss Carolina was preparing
to descend the staircase.
Miss Brantleigh rushed back to the
to tind Chloe seated. the pic
ture of good-humored somnolence,
before her own Preside. The shrimn
we're gone-it was long past three
0'clock!-and all the debris of shells
and paste pots, cauldrons and ladies,
mad been removed.
Pauline looked down at her hands.
What? Her ring wasgone! Her one
,ole bit of fineryl Her solitary orna-
nent, the heavy chased gloden band
that certain great.grnndmother.
llso pauline w. Brantlelgh." had
worn, and whose initials were inside
Of the circletl
Where was it? The interloper-
.ould he have been a thief? Then
Pauline laughed as she remembered
hat the unfortunate young man had
lot taken her hand, and in no other
way could he possibly have wrested
Ter treasure from her.
Aunt Chloe was summarily awak-
ned.
ooh, Miss P'leen!' cried she, mourn
ully, lit am been dem shrimps! Yes.
loney, when you was a-siitin' of that
asst batch thro' yer fingers, that
plendid ring has jes' gone in with
hell-fishes, and ,laws-a-inercy, honeyl
ley's all gone, shrimps and ring and