Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-10-12
ADREAM OF LOVE.
London Society.

pOSed-to-be improving lSlanu.
Few tourists have ever heard of it,
and to prevent their encroaching mp
on it's peaceful territory and breaking
its refreshing quietude, the secret of
its whereabouts must remain mys-
terry.
1t lies in tiny bay. all wooded
down to the waters brink, with green
hills rising at the back, and away to
the right there is good cover for game
in the thick, half.wild tangle OF under
growth, where the white.tailed rab'
bits scurry about by hundreds, or sit
summing themselves in inanimate
brown heaps OF lazy luxury. A sud-
den bend inland discloses u beautiful
estuary. which winds it's way among
the foot OF the hills, looking soft and
silent, with scarcely a ripple to move
its surface.
Cottages are dotted about here and
there, covered with roses and jasmine
and clematis. and the gardens are fill
ed with flowers.
A picturesque old house stands
alone upon the rising ground over
booking the sea. sheltered from every
rough blast, with oranges and lemons
growing upon its walls, and myrtles
i'll full blossom under its abbey-liSe
windows.
From the hills inland the view is pas
toral and idollic; there is wood OF
tender green larches. with back
ground of dark-blue pines.
E'ieldc OF waving golden corn, fields
OF emerald turnips and purple beets
and mangel.
Hedgerows festooned with wild ros-
es, briony and eglantine, carpeted with
primroses, violets and ferns.
Narrow winding lanes, ali overhung
with trees, with rustic stiles leading
from them across the country, and in
the distance lay q village, from the
cottages ofwhich the white smoke went
up. like summer clouds, into the azure
sky; and the steeple OF the cid church
was peeping from among the many
generation-old trees.
Capt. Bertram Berkely, who was
luartered with his regiment i'll the
| same county, noticed it while out Sail
ing in the regimental yacht, nesting,
| like q tiny gem, in its verdant setting,
and fancy seized him to pay it a
visit.
There was not one OF his brothers
| officers OF his own standing whom he
| did not poster to accompany him
| thither, till it became almost a joke
among them.
"Mv dear fellow demonstrated his
great friend, Hubert Falkner, eve
| should be buried alive in such u dull
place; why, there can be nothing OH
earth to do there. Go, by all means,
if you want fit OF the blues, but
don't ask any one else to share your
fate"
Well, ne obtained leave Of absence.
and he old 90.
They took him to the little hay in
the yacht, and put him on shore, with
his small portmanteau, promising tc
return for him that day week, and
sailed away again, laughing at Der
tram'sS olly.
The first afternoon he enjoyed
thoroughly. Everything was so new
and bright, and fresh, and lovely.
He found quaint, ivy clad little inn
where the Tandlady was apple-cheekeC
and good-looking, and he entrusted
himself for the week to her tender
mercies, and, having ascertaineC
from her the prettiest walks, he start
ed out for round, inhailing the sea
breezes with avidity, and ended hi:
day upon the beach, where he sat til
dusk, lazily throwing stones into thu
water.
That night he wrote to his friend:
Dear Falkner-You were WRONG
not to come; it is charming! Jolly lit
tie inn and pretty little hostess. Love
ly walks; all / want is compan
ion. You had better join me
Yours, b. B."
| But Capt. Falkner did not see 1t II
the same light, and Bertram BerkelJ
remained alone.
The day after he followed a lam
whlchh e had not noticed before. 1t APP
peared to lead up Thorough and tangled
underground upon the hillside, and hi
thought he might get that way to sea
Suddenly he stopped, for before hin
lay a home which was perfec
idyl. A many-gabled, golden
| LnaCcneu cottage Oh COHSIdefbBle Sue
showing on all sides the signs of afflu
ence. 1t was covered with rare climb
ing plants; the very air was redolen
with the perfume OF the roses Of al
sorts, which clustered in every availa
Bile spot.
The fences we're rustic. and twineC
with ivy and Virginia creeper.
The lawns were smooth as a billiard
table, and soft as moss.
The flower beds were filled with bios
SONS; but it was neither upon house
nor lawn, nor rustic work, nor flowers
that his eyes were fixed, but upon tn
figure of girl of some twenty year
OF age, reclining in a low garden chair
intently reading book; and the NOR
/ lie gazed the greater grew his admira
ton.
She was totally unaware ofhis pres
ence, and it was evidently that spec
tators were not usual in that i1iddeI
corner, all among the trees, and hedg
rows, and tangled underground.
1t was quite surprise to find thi
little paradise of perfume there. a.
though some fairy had conjured it VI
with her magic wand, and the recum