The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-10-12
CAROLS STORY.
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abroad in the land, as also was Carol Dean,
in her blue tea-gown and her pony-cart, hel
brown eyes bright with the spring-shine
her fluffy gold locks rampant in the morn
ing breeze,
She was returning from the Ceramic
Club, and her meditations were of Kiota
Satsuma, and Cloisonue--their morning
lesson. The Ceramic Club was the rage
although Carols heart was in her sketching,
and sae only attended the club for Harry
Valentines sake, who had promised to cul-
tlvate his mind by studying Ceramics if
Carol would; he furthermore proposed to
attend the "dog show" which so improves
| ones natural history, and the gymnasium,
to acquire little practical physiology
Carol, well pleased with Harry's groupings
! toward higher intellectual life, ran with
the news to China Bascony, her father
housekeeper, who had always considered
| Harry young spendthrift with more
beauty than brains more wealth than
wisdom.
"Humpp CALCULATED the practical old
woman, improving his mind at dog show
and gymnasium. Ia as soon open q
bureau drawer to ventilats my room!"
After lunch that day Carol drove off to
Echo Hills on sketching attempt, with
Make, her Scotch terrier, for company.
Nature was all in pale emerald this after
noon-a becoming robe, and very aesthetic,
but whose lovely tint the warm sun would
ere long deepen into very commonplace
green.
Carol chose shaded spot where she
coul / look down between the hills to the
tiny bridge, which spanned silver thread
below, and just beyond were visible the
modest steeple and porch of the Echo Hills
Mission-its other outlines vague and gone
in the budding green which crowded near,
suggestive sketching spot-albeit not easy
for an amateur; but Carols audacious pen
Gil often rushed in where a more practiced
one might fear to tread. On this radiant
afternoon the air was as full of artistic in
SEPARATION as of oxygen, and Carol went
blithely to work blocking in" hills and
bridge, and little steeple, when of sudden
she discerned down in the doorway of the
chadel someone standing partly obscured in
the foliage, but certainly gazing intcntly in
her direction.
II shouldn't wonder if 'twere Harry Val
entine's cousin Arthur March, the new
minister who has lately come to the mis-
sion," she said to herself. .sI'll sketch him
inn
lat at herl
"Eow very unministerial! But l won't
he frightened away" and she whistled to
Make, who was chasing butterflies down
hill But it YVES with beating heart she
worked on, which actually thlmDel when
she heard herself called. "How extremely
impairment! l shall report this to tho
Presbytery. Come, Maxie,'' and she has
thy shuffied pencils and sketch book into
their case, and turned her steps toward the
road. But glancing once more at her per-
secutor, she saw that his demonstrations
were redoubled, and now heard quito dis
tinctly the cry:
Distress! Come down!'
There was different aspect, and without
hesitation she started back with Make,
and was soon down at the little porch
where, sitting now in the doorway, his head
leaning against the casing she found the
owner of the large voice, and the lively hat,
looking very subdued, and very white and
altogether limp.
LET me help you," Carol ventured as he
did not move "You are hurt"
Il believe am, but not seriously. 1 am
glad my gymnastics were successful
Without another word Carol tramped
back up the hill to where pony and cart
were waiting, and soon came winding down
the n ROW path and across the bridge
where probably the foot of horse had never
trod before. With Carols help he hobble
into the little carriage the tall handsome
man, with his dignified bearing, now very
dependent upon the arm of this slight girl
Going home he explained how it happen
ed
Il was hanging chart on the wall, and
had improv.sed a ladder out of the door
steps; but they objected to such usage and
fell, and Like Jill" in the hymn came
tumbling aft.r." It's only bruise"
'.1t's pity, but let's be glad that you did
rot, like "Jack'' in the hymn, ''break your
crown" 60 on Allegror'
"Allegro-is this the pony Allegro of
whose tricks l have hearda Have l the
honor TO ride with Miss Deans"
81 am Carol Dean," she replied wonder
ingly.
''Ms name is March, Miss Dean. have
seard of you and of Allegro through my
friend Don McKeene Perhaps but for my
tumble should never have met you"
A moment later. as arriving at home and
alighting with difficulty, he muttered, 81
confess can't see any providence in this"
Carol cried gaily, as she STOPPED to gather
the white reins, Snow you are very uncom-
ELEMENTARY to me-" and with a word to Al
legro was gone.
The man dropped his hat in trice and
began the most abiect apology; but she was
gone, leaving him quite discounted lest he
had offended her.
March was laid up for six weeks with
sprained ankle On his recovery Harry
Valentine brought him to Carol one day,
that he might make acknowledgement of her
kindness He was pale from his seclusion,
somewhat faint from the walk, and the deep
gray eyes when once they had found Car
ars-too languid to leave their resting place.
Don McKeene brought him one evening
soon after to the tennis club. The tArgon-
auts" met weekly at Judith Grey's, and dur
ug the summerC Carol often met March there;
% that through the warm July and August
lays pleasant frien 1ship was coming into
life, perhaps some day to find full develop
ment.
To Carol Indeed new existence seemed
opening out. Against the background of
worldly, shallow and prosaic young men she
had known, the outlines of strong character
in this man stood out in bold relief His
wide thoughts. his deep perceptions, his SUI
preme gentleness, seemed drawing her |
whole being into his; so that ere she was
aware thoughts of him were blended with !
her every act-indeed with every waking |
moment.
Judith Gray was Carols opposite neigh
Dor, and her ideal of cultured and beauti- |
full womanhood. Her rare type of face-so |
pure and pale-together with her perfect |
;epose of manner, charmed Carol, and she |
wondered that Arthur March, in his devo |
ton to all that was high and noble, was not |
more attached toward this daughter of the |
gods" Judith and Don McKeene seemed |
better friends-Don with his careless jolly |
ways, SO totally opposite to Judith's calm |
stateliness.
All these days Harry Valentines atten-
ions to Carol were becoming very marked |
his intentions very evident Carol-al-
ways friendly-was not aware TO the verge |
II what she was treading until one day |
Jarrv,e manifaqt iaalousy of hon