Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-07-27

well con,ent that her girls we're chill
drsu still: and still resolved TO keep
up MaFy's ways.
Yet ii was a lonely life for girl o.
eighteen. Perhaps il was we'll una
she must work so hard; IL hlled inc
day. She was too busy, she saia y
herself. as she tossed aside rebellioas
thought. 10 indulge in any day dream,
ana At night her sleep was sound l,ut
ain girls DO forecast the future el'o
they would not be girls. Hers was
lamentably deficient in drdma'ls PCT
sORF
The gossip Of the village escaped
her: the new arrival, that set all the
village beauties TO prinkins ana
.,practisingn their songs with wide
open windows, was as little concern 70
her as though Farmer Jones had
bought a new COW. She did hear. In
Stephens rambling talk. that ''old Dr.
Dewllp had sold cut his practice, and
a fellow from York, Warner Warren
some such name had moved into
the doctors houses" but II passed COM
pletely out Of her mind. A day or
two after. walking slowly ~ the long
hill that leads out Of HOlme, and stop
ping 10 put scarlet leaf into the band
OF her little gray hat, she was over
taken by the old roam horse. and turn
ed TO say good morning 70 the red Wig
and redder face Of the veteran
/ prnctitiOner. Most astOnished
was she when brown
straw hat was lifted In acknowledge
ment, and a pair Of brown eyes, smil-
ing over tawny moIstaehe, returned
her greeting as the queer old gig pass
ed by. She always wanted 10 laugh ~
the ancient vehicle, which looked a.
though ii had been slapped on both
sides in early youth, to keep i tall and
straight and narrow; and this time
she did sit down 10 the hedge-row
when the gig was outoi sight and give
way to a ringing peal AZ the unexpect-
cd apparitioa and the contrast b.
tween the ancient establishment ana
It's new incumbent That was Wednes.
day, and ON Friday night she was blsy
With circulars and appeals. Tho chill.
dren had had a long days nulting Ia
the woods on Chappel Hill and had
gone early and tired 70 bed An even.
ing ITO herself did not come ycry
often, and she prepared to caIpy Il
with great delibcratiou
Marcy had one treasure Ia HE. 4
students lamp with ~ puru port,,-
lain shade and shining bras- coils. M
hand but hers must touch ard tend Il,
and il shOue for her now, lighting up
the square table Il so0d upon w.ih
the cool dish N moss and tins vines
gathered from out the wood. that
morning, bringing out the clear color
Of the one red rose that stood In the
slender white yuse beside Il Marry
never would bunch her flowers. nor
give them other background than theIr
own green leaves aud maxine the
square old room In its peaceful glow
seem almost like q shrine.
The drub sofa was wheeled wrll
within It's light how Margy's Quaker
ancestry revived again In that room 81
her furnishing The tall chairs,
covered also with drab mOrren 10
match, with their claw feet and sim
backs, stood stately around The room.
The carpet, wcll.wBru ingram.
had toned down by time into the
prevailing color. hut Il was not All
drab-tiuted, that cosy room. IN the
window hung Margy's bird.cugc, with
bows Of bright ribbon tied all about Il;
the two engravings. GEORGE Fox and
Abraham Lincoln, hung by crimson
cords against the wall: and on the
mantle shelf were piled the pinkcst
and the pcarliest shells that Grand.
father Johns had brought home from
the Islands, In his Wild early DAYS OF
sea-faring.
Tho little figure that occupied one
corner Of the safe was all In keeping
with the surroundings. Dressed In a
simple grey msrinO with some soft
ruiiics around throat and wrist. 40 far
the traditions Of her mothers sect
suited her own taste well. Hnir OF
chestnut brown, folded close
around her head IN shining
bands; wistful blue eyes. with child.
like look IN them, which the scorniul
curl OF her lip went far - contradict.
Did the scornful lip come from
much contemplation Of stephen Johnsp
Cbaracter-reading had come early 10
Margaret; and were the wistful eyes
but the protest Of her eighteen years
against all this helplessuess and inn
providence, herlOst sisters legacy? n
1t were so, these unconscious witnesses
We're all. Margy's only revolt against
Stephens shiftless ways and shrinking
OF household duties found expression
In the more vigorous performance Of
her own. In her practical disnppro.
baton Of his long morning maps. she
rose ut early dawn. and was In the
dairy busy among the miIk-pans ns
Bridget. her maid OF all work. brought
In the foaming pals. Or YOU might
see her. u you passed that way 90
early, through the south Kitchen
window, framed in swect-briar, kuead-
ing The fair white loayes, batting and
moulding with her rosy finger until
they satisfied her artistic sense ~
what loaf Of bread should be.
Marcy was true reiormer. She