Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-11-29

her own ana she Withdrew Ner mana.
Ronald, watching her wondered if
her grandmother's remark about her
had implied that she was a bit of
coquette.
She leaned over the old lady's high
backed chair and fastened the rich
rose in the silvery white waves of
her beautiful hair. And then she
went away, with a murmured word
OF excuse, leaving behind her scent
of roses and a remembrance of fair,
fresh young face rising tlowerlike
above her pale blue gown.
That was their first meeting. Ali
summer the young farmer came and
went at his own will and helped to
make the old place pleasant.
They sang together in the garden.
There was no musical instrument in
the primative Quaker household, hut
Wilma had brought her guitar with
her. They read together in the old
summer house through long, lovely
afternoons, while @randmamma SAT-
near with her homely knitting work.
They walked together in the great
old fashioned garden and along the
murmuring creeks, and sat idly ON
the rustic bridge, watching the
rhythmic flow OF the waters and the
minnows darting in the cool, dark
depths below. 1t was an idyllic
summer. Both were happy. One
knew why it was; the other only half
guessed it.
Ronald Mitchell at 80 years had
for the first time felt his inmost
heart stirred and thrilled by wom-
ans presence. He loved her with
all the unwasted strength of his per.
feet manhood, with all the tender
ness of true mans first love.
One evening he told her. They
We're sitting together ona messy log
beside the creek.
4 Wilma had thrown off her wide
garden hat. and the late rose in her
dark hair CLEANED Whitley like soft
/ star in the dusk.
What caprice seized the girl?
She listened to his eager words
with averted face turned toward the
dying sunset light.
When he had finished she did not
answer.
He takes too much for granted, "
she thought; The is to masterful; ne
asks as though my heart was some
light thing to which he had n right.
will teach him it is not"
She rose and turned to go. He
caught her hands and detained her.
Wilma, are you not going to say
word? Are you then the coquette
| always thought you that first
day?'
His words stung her She tried to
free herself, and the rose fell from her
hair. He picked it up.
"Ifyou won't say anything, Viii
ma, give me this rose. Let it be a
symbol of hope to me"
She snatched it from his hand.
when | am ready to answer you,
, she said, will send it to you" and
then she slipped away and hurried
toward the house. 4 spice of 70
nance had always been part of hel
nature Now ms she fitted away sht
touched the senseless flower with lip:
that trembled
lido love him-I do love him." sh'
whispered as she sped along tn
J shadowy path through the garden
But the girls williul heart wal
: slow to yield A week passed.
: Ronald Mitchell came not once to
the farmhouse Rebecca Mortified
} wondered mt his absence, and looked
, searchingly at the quiet faced girl
One evening she came into thu
quaint old room, with its slopinl
: roof and lattice window, where vii
/ mil sat reading.
! II thought I'd tell thee, Wilma
that Ronald is going away to-mor
: row. He is tired, he said when | mel
him to-day, and needs a change. III
, does look worn, | wonder why hi
; keeps away from us"
She looked keenly through her golC
, trimmed glasses at the girl.
81 don't know grandmamma, I'm
J sure He does act strangely of late
: VIII he stay away long do 70,
Think"
: "A month, he said, she answered
, The girl drew quick breath. -
mOnGH, she Thought. IN lnOnUl
| shall be back at school
Her heart beat quickly. Alter !
! while she took little box from he
| bureau, and went down stairs am
) out into the garden.
She called to Demand wandere,
9 down to the messy log beside tn
: creek. She had been here every da.
2 since that time week ago
+. She sat down ON the log, and Do
sat down beside her, looking gravel
e at the running stream.
! She drew little folded note iron
the box in her hand and opened it.
j Come to me-" it Baid, and then il
!, delicate tracery her name, wilma.
$ That was all.
+? The girls eyes shone half mischiey
/ ously as she lastened the tiny box t.
!. Don's silver collar with % bit OF ril
It bon, and bright color glowed i
her cheeks.
Then she folded her small hand
'. together and looked seriously int