Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1889-08-23

icho, the unwilling Wellden submitted
to his fate. : '''' : 90
1T Will only be for a couple O
days. he said to himself; "and | need
not be ut all punctual.
Mrs. Pomroy De Smythe was ar
qualnted with Jacks mother Mrs. DE-
Smythe was Vane, one of the Nav
Hover Nanes, and gave no quarter to
plebeian blood
There Is an awful mixture of peo,
pie here, Mr.. Wellden," she said
Tour dear mother couldn't
wouldn't stand it. There are only
two parties we can know, one of them
only in a hotel way. How are all the
rosebuds of New York? | presume
you have committed sad havoc this
season."
Not l." said Jack. honestly, 81 am
not in that line at ALL"
Did you not admire some of the
debutantes? Come now, Addie, WHY
don't you cross-eXamine Mr.. Well
den?"
Addie gazed into his eyes, and poor
Jack, who was not accustomed to
such man9uvering, blushed up to
and inside the roots of his hair.
- assure you" he stammered, 81
really don't go in for ladies' society,
and, J." he gallantly added II admire
them all so much that | could not
possibly make selection"
Il like that" laughed Addie, her
eyes plunged into his "He should
see Miss Winthrop, mamma, should
he not?"
"Well. ! don't know that she is so
very much" responded Mrs. De
Smythe.
"She is immensely admired by the
gentlemen, mamma"
Her money, my dear child. They
say she has 100000 n year"
When Jack Wellden was allowed
to retire into corner of the piazza
to smoke his beloved pipe, he NUT
tered, half aloud:
'Row dreadfully tiresome some
people are. ! can't stand them.
will do the Giants Toe tomorrow,
and go out into the woods on Thurs
day.
1t was after the biggest mornings
work ofhis life, in the way ofclimbing,
that Jack Wellden found himself once
more in the region of the woods.
The road was scarcely worthy of the
name. 1t was more sheep track
through tree shaded line, the grass
resembling green velvet.
"What would | give for bunch of
bread and glass of beer?" he thought,
as he trudged along. perhaps this
path will bring me to farm house
where | can buy something to eat and
drink"
A turn in the lane showed him
quaint little wooden gate, and
beyond the gate the red roof of the
house, nest hidden away in tufted
foliage, away out of the world-just
the corner of the earth for a man
dead in love, or a writer of romantic
fiction
AS Jack pushed back the gate the
sound of a girls voice singing came
to him through the green leaves and
scented blossoms, and summer day
hum. 1t was a deliciously sweet
young voice-a voice for a ballad,
not for scene from opera, and he
stopped to listen The song was
"Some Day" When she had con-
Guided, he obeyed an imperative i'm
pulse, and crying "Bravo" strobe in
to her presence. On rude stone seat
beneath overhanging oaken boughs,
and close to an open door revealing
a kitchen such as Cinderella might
have prepared for the amorous prince,
sat a girl with hair ofthe purest gold,
with which stray sunbeam was
mercilessly coquetting. She was pc
tite, but exquisitely nodded, and was
not beautiful by any means. Her
blush gray eyes were half concealed !
beneath black lashes that swept down |
her cheek, and in the glorious express
sion of those eyes lay the charm that |
recognizes no limit, Her nose was
inclined to what Tennyson terms tip |
tilted, and if her teeth were dazzling
white, one or two were deliciously |
while the rich red lips, if a |
trifi2 too full, were absolutely young. |
and fresh, and charming.
She was attired in lilac and white
striped, short skirted muslin, crisp
from the laundry, while n snowy
waist of white, with u rolling collar
gathered together by a lilac bow,
completed a simple yet most becom-
ing toilette. Her little feet were en-
in low shoes, lilac and white
striped stockings showing over them.
Instead of being abashed at the
appearance OF a stranger
entering after so brusque a fashion,
and in such remote corner, this
rustic maiden, who was by the way
engaged in the very useful if not ro-
mantle task of hulling peas, preserv-
ed so dignitied a self possession as to
thoroughly abash the intruder, who
blurted out: ''I-ah-beg your par
is"-then he
stopped short.
The rustic lass, while continuing
the hulling of the. peas, and who
seemed amused at his embarrass-
ment, demurely asked:
FAre YOU looking for Mr.. Stephen"
"No' no. The fact is | have been
to the top of the Giants Toe
'To the top of the Giants Toe?"
exclaimed the girl, gazing up at the
peak which lowered above them in
peerless majesty. "Why that has
never been done but twice."
"Thrice.