The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-05-11
i.Never-never-looks at my dress,

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admirably turned, mademoisellc;,
answers Robin, with a meaning nod;
land allow mo to tell you that it is no
wonder he never locks at YOUR dress;
really it was enough tomake ohs shud1
DER
Harry, however, does not appear I'M
ill evening, and certainly Robin would
have had some reason TO triumph had
she not seen His gre ting, He has
come to dinner, ami is standing alone
in one of the long bow windows
in the drawing-room' when | enter.
My white morning dress isreplaeed by
the pulest primrose-coiored muslin,
down the front CT which HeaEdeFs a
row of most inn0cent little bows:
why, Bee Bee, what have you done
to Yourself he cries, advancing and
holding me at arms length, at the
same time scanning nc with look OF
tho most profound wonder. "What
have ydu done ID ssarssiff, / never
saw you look hall so jolly befoTt' |
declare | didn't know you when you
came into the room; l thought you
were some swell or other come on a
visit"
"Yes; am SWELL ! admit rather
rucfully, ..but it is not my fatilt: Rob-
in insisted on changing the style OF my
hair and dress: she said | was alto
ge!her out OF date.
Il begin to thiiik she must have been
right" he remarks, with aeGision'
land | shall propose vote of thanks
to her"
"What-fof changing my gowns?'
"a little scornfully:
..For frcshening the whole attiio-
sphere of Podmore," he answers.
laughing. "Why, even John seems
lose melancholy than of yore-she has
a wonderful power 81 diffusing bright
ness around her."
heave little sigh of envy.
II wonder you did notchoose live
ly person. / say, with pout, ''since
you seem to admire sprightliness SO
much:'
"a grand ideal answers Harry, Who
is in one of his teasing uoods. "Ill
think it over. Let me see, must fall
in love with Miss Wolstencroft-I dare
say it would not be aiffsult~~and pro-
pose to her; Of course she would accept
me. Then you will bring ain action
for breach of promise, and come out
with damages ten thousand pounds.
All, no! Bee Bee, it wouldn't pay-a4-
were it not for the damages it might
do"
pray don't trouble yourself about
the damages" l say loftily; ''you are
perfectly free"
(Which is moro than you can say
for yourself, Miss Impertinence," cries
Harry; and, before l know what he is
about, he seizes me round the waist,
and
Robin suddenly opens the door, then
shuts it again with d laugh, which she
makes no pretence Of hiding.
'.Robin, Robin!' l cry, disengaging
myself, and running to open the door.
She enters, with smile lingering
round the corners of her mouth, and
greets Harry in her usual cordial man.
ner.
blanche and were going to have
bit of waltz" explains Harry with
,u,,,,, ,,a.1,,
Then | am just in time to play for
you,n answers Robin demurely.
Thereupon she takes her scat at the
piano, and rattles Off somewhat live
ly trois temps.
Jack, entering the drawing room a
few moments later, pauses on the
threshold, aghast at the sight Of two
figures spinning in and out amidst the
crowded furniture.
Don't look so horriied-we are
only having carpet dance!" says
Harry, laughing, as he leaves me
breathless and crimson beside the
piano.
"Rathcr warm for dancing, should
have thought, with the thermometer
at eighty-hve degrees in the shade
but everybody to his taste" answers
John superciliously.
II told you so, says Robin, with a
most provoking and knowing nod
'.though | came down later on pur-
pose, you see was still too early!''
"Nonsense!' l say, somewhat iras-
chilly.
..Of course it is nonsense" rejoins
Robin coolly; ''but one never expects
sense from an engaged couple"
The next morning is the fourth oil
June. | am aroused from my heavy
morning sleep by bunch of dew-laden
thyme, which is drawn slowly across
my closed cyolids. ! open my eyes to
see Robin, ready dressed, and holding
little basket in her hand, standing
by my bed.
'.Oh, Robin-can't you let me rest?'
1 cry, half angry, half laughing. &c
out, if you must, yourself, and gather
every flowe: in the garden if you like
but do leave me in peace.
Indeed l won't!' answers Robin
resolutely. 'You have no idea what
the morning is like. l never in my
life heard birds singing as they are
singing ontside at this present mo
ment,"
'Fiddle-de-deem
mo, they are not singing fiddle
de-dee," affirms Robin, with shake
of her head; they are INDUCING the
world in a mad chorus of gladness
the sun is glittering like diamonds or
every blade of grass; and the pink!
are smelling like an old woman's spice
box"
well, do go out and enjoy it all,
suggest Hospitality.
Eyes, am going; / only just came
III, out of pure charity, to wake you,
says Robiu-then she continues, con
sulting her watch with cold bloodet
precision-"It is now exactly half
past seventh you don't meet me a
the sundial at eight sharp l shall hav,
the pleasure OF reminding you of your
remissness."
II don't belive there is such wore
as remissness in the dictionary"
cavil, as Robin with flourish of hel
basket, leaves the room.
A laugh echoes back up the stair