Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-05-03

pStYE LES. NuhIlk you, -N1Q neF
smile made her beautiful sit does
pay" Her thought seemed to wan
der off into some unknown, happy
land, and she rose, to terminate the
interview.
There was nothing more the young
fellow dared to ask, though volumes
more he would have liked, to know.
An inspiration came to him.
81 am going to do Millsburg and
it's manufactures thoroughly, so
shall be here some time. Ihope we
may meet again. Win you allow me
TO call?"
SHOULD You need my professional
services, certainly; otherwise it viii
not be necessary"
"Well snubbed for that fbl Lying
is in this air and I've caught it, only
I'll make it the truth. will do
Millsburg," thought Hugh, getting
himself out of tho room as gracefully
as he could, and vending his way
hotelward. "Whata susceptible idiot
/ ami I've had a dozen attacks be-
fore! But, Hugh Scrihner, II | can
diagnose these premonitory symp-
toms correctly, this one'll be worse
than the toothache"
1t was.
The journalist fingered in the busy
town, and Jared better than his des-
erts. His landlord gave him first
class room and every attention, with
some dissertations upon the COM
munitv az Iaroya orratis
Fortune favors hevaliant. Having
exhausted the art of Irritation, Scrib-
ner now began to take serious lessons
in loving.
Thelandlord's pretty daughter was
q fast friend of DR.. 0rmesby, and de-
scribed that young wonan's devotion
to her bankrupt father and little sis
tiers; told how she had been the idol
of Yassar, and had astonished that
famous feminine fraternity by her
'new DEPARTURE" and how, recover
ing their breath, they had applauded
her independence and honored her
tilial affection.
But she win never marry" con-
Guided Lucie Garrett, positively.
What are the doctors objections?
] thought matrimony entered some
what largely into every woman's
perspectiye?"
lit doesn't, thenl That is where
men are mistaken. it used, l sup
posed; but now, why, with our pal
cites and easels, our little type-wri-
tiers, our titles of NJ. d., our editorial
chairs, we are far too wide-nwake.
With me, of course, it's different.
I'm not SO strong-minded, and Paul
and became engaged when we were
too young to know any better. So
presume we shall 60 on to the COM
monplace end.
Fair Lucie heaved a comical sigh.
CONFESS, now, YOU like your bond
age adjured the young writer He
was long since her own, as her fa-
theirs warm friend.
well, maybe!" up went the shape
" shoulders in q dainty shrug; but
you must know | was the weak
Drained member ofmy class"
Then, il it sweet to- be cared tor,
it must be SO for every woman.
Listen, said Hugh boldly: II love
Georgette Ormesby. You have found
that out, Now, help me to win her;
tell me her insuperable objections to
men, and aid me to overcome them, I"
Lucie was touched; being wholly
feminine, she was a natural match
maker.
well, you see" shaking her small
forefinger emphatically at him,
"Georgette hasn't any use for your
kind, except in the abstract, in her
dental chair, to tortnretheir mouths
and their pockets. She is the bread
Of winter for her family. / never
heard her say, but | know how she'd
feel. She couldn't ask any man to
support her old father and little sis
ters, and she wouldn't if she could.
And when she wants a Directoire
gown or pansy bonnet, she doesn't
have TO ask some grumbling man for
it! She just sits down to her desk,
and sends her order and her check.
That's better than your matrimony,
( isn't it?"
Maybe; maybe not"
Hugh laid his plans more wisely
after that little talk.
Georgette Ormesby should be his
wife; that was foregone conclusions;
but his besiegement of her heart took
a new form.
In the privacy of her own sanctum
she acknowledged to herself that she
felt that invulnerable fortress to be
| giving way before his resolute at
tack, SO long continued. Forall the
| Winter had sped away, broken up
by young Scribner's weekly visits to
Millsburgh, by numerous sleighing
and toboggan parties, by sill the in.
promptu gayeties which youth and
love make possible. The greatest
breach was made, Of course, in an I'M
expected quarter.
The doctor returned to her fathers
house one evening at an unaccus-
toned hour, to find the old gentle
man playing dominoes with the au-
dacious scribbler who had 80 long
disturbed her peace. Was nothing
sacred from this fellow, who would
not understand her avoidance oil