Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-10


and Paul Romer's seat was vacant.
Kate looked surprised; Helen cried
out at once:
"Where is Paul."
Hes took mis- rod and gun and gone
up to Mount Casco," said grandma.
"He said he wanted to see how the
trout was in Clear Lake and he said
to tell you he wouldn't most likely be
back till sunset"
Kate looked disappointed, but said
nothing; Polly bit her lip and helped
them all to toast.
"A pretty .avalier!' cried Helen,
"When he knew perfectly well that we
depended on him to show us the way
t.. View Peak"
But there was an uneasy expression
on her brow, and once or twice she
lost herself in thought.
Was Paul really firing OF their visit
or? Had she encouraged Kate to pro-
long her visit to too extended a period?
Should she never dare to invite her
there again?
The two girls went to View Peak
alone, but they did not enjoy the walk
nearly so much as they had expected,
and both were little inclined to be
silent and depressed, as they returned
to the farmhouse again.
Kate Bonney sat down in the porch,
taking off her hat to let the cold
breezes blow thro ugh her lovely masses
of hair.
Helen went into the house to put
her ferns and wild harebells in water.
"Oh, PAUL" Kate could hear her
voice exclaim, from the little room be-
yond the kitchen, ''you are here? What
a lot OF splendid fish! But what made
you play us such a trick this morning?
You are not tired OF Kate Bonney al
ready?"
Tired OF herr" repeated Paul
Romer's deep, sweet voice. mo, Helen,
it is because | have allowed myself to
become too deeply interested in her
already that dared to risk no more.
l am u plain farmer, and can never
hope to become anything more am
bilious. Shehas the prospect ofinfinite
possibilities before her, and"
"Stop-oh, please stop" uttered n
soft, pleading voice; and then they both
saw Kate Bonney in their midst. Il
Il couldn't help hearing what you
said. Please-please don't say any
moren'
"But I must say more!" declared
Paul Romer. II have already said so
much that it only rests with me to
confess the whole truth, and let you,
Miss Bonney, judge for me as well as
for yourself. As l said before, am a
plain farmer. You are a city young
lady Do you think you could be
contented here, in this dull corner o.
the globe, all your life long?"
II think it is the sweetest place The
world can give" confessed Kate, hang
ing down her head.
"Would you think it bold and un
called for if were to ask you to sta!
here with me, my wife, my guardia,
angel?" vehemently went on Paul
Eyes, know it is audacious, but an
driven by an memorable fate. love
you, Kate. Tell me, will you b.
miner"
BY way OF answer, she put her hant
into his extended palm.
"And /, too, have learned to low,
you, Paul." she said. 'Oh, never
dared hope for such a happiness a.
this.'
They were quietly married the mex
week, and Kate entered raptuousl,
into the congenial occupation OF {
farmers wife, while Helen went bacl
to New York, well satisfied with tn
turn affairs had taken.
"kate is the dearest little sister il
all tho world" said Helen. IAN,
Paul is SO happy that the thing i,
absolutely contagious! And as TO
grandma-one can't tell whether sh'
loves Kate best or Kate loves her
Heigh-ho! wonder il shall ever fin
; my ideal?"
Which, considering Hiss Romer wa
only nineteen, was a strange sort c
thing to wonder about. For, soone
or later, do not all girls find thei
; "ideals?"-Ruth Ransom.