Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-08-09


ceipts or crochet patterns.
And away rushed Master Billy, little
rocking of the mischief he was unwit-
tingly working to the cause OF true
love.
The evening of the fair came and
the pretty rooms, made still prettier
by paper roses and evergreen garlands,
were crowded with the brave, the fair.
and some that were neither one nor the
other. Georgia Arlington, presided at
one of the tables, lovely enough to
drive half dozen men distracted, in
stead of one, and Miss Orinthia, in a
rustling, slate-colored silk dress, went
about like all autumn leaf in high
wind. The luckybag circulated from
hand to hand, carrying, as is the want
OF these institutions, little merriment
and laughter in its wake. Georgia
drew cigar-case, Mr.. Mott became the
proprietor of rag-doll, and Miss Or
inthia Brown drew--a letter, addressed
to herself.
Gilbert Mott, leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrying up
to Georgia and displaying her prize
with malicious glee; while Georgia col
ored and bit her lip, and looked ready
to cry, and feigned u merry little ripple
of laughter, all in one and the same
breath.
why don't that horrid old maid
keep away from Georgia Arlington
thought our discontented hero. ''Sha
looks like dried up bunch of raisins
beside cluster of Isabella grapes"
And, watching an opportunity, he
slipped through the crowd and edged
up to the table where Georgia was sell
ling pin-cushions and tape trimmings at
an exorbitant price.
''Georgiap no whispered, softly,
.'Georgia,"
But she TUNED her head haughtily
away.
please to excuse me, Mr.. Mott" she
SAID. coolly.
While Gilbert was staring at her in
amazement hand was slipped through
his arm and Miss Orinthia Brown drew
him gently away.
Where are you going p he demanded
following her rather unwillingly.
Just outside the door. one moment,
whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly.
at is not in the tumult of common
crowd that such words should be spok-
en!'
What words? 1 haven't an idea what
you mean Y cried the young man.
Orinthia drew MIN into the hall, her,
head dropped on his shoulder.
"Yes," she faltered, Eyes! How could
you for moment doubt i'll"
doubt what? Excuse me Miss
Brown, but think your wits are for
saking you," said Gilbert Mott, striving
to extricate himself from the damsels
grasp.
! Gilbert, would you, then, be false
to me?" sobbed Orinthia, with the
\ dawning symptoms Of Mysteries.
Il! False to you!" echoed our hero
"AIiss Brown, will You be 50 good as tc
tell me at once, and plainly, what you
are talking about?"
Orintlia Browns sallow cheeks red
dened-her eyes sparkled ominously
as she drew from her pocket the precious
missive.
do you mean to say, sir, that yor
didn't write this letter? ?" she demanded
Gilbert took the letter and scrutin
ICED it closely.
Yes, of course, wrote the letter!"
"Then, dearest
"Stop, though" he interrupted, fran,
tically. 1T wasn't to you!"
Not to mel"
"No! ID you suppose l want to mar
ry you'll"
Miss Orinthia uttered o shrill shricl
but the next moment she was alone
Gilbert Mott had vanished
For the matter was growing seriou
now. Ii Georgia were to be won, sh
must be won at once, before Fate con
spired with any other old maid to de
prive HIM of her coveted love.
Georgia" he said. planting himsel
resolutely beside her. II have 60
something / wish to say to you"
You had great deal better say it :
your beloved Miss OrinthIa," sal
Georgia, tossing her faxen curls.
But she isn't my beloved Miss Grin
thia," cried Gilbert
Il suppose You will be denying Won
, own handwriting next, said Georgif
| Indignantly. But it no use; / saw tn
/ letter myself"
But, Georgia, the letter was write
to you.
'Then, said Georgia. Frightening u
r q little, chow did she get it,"
, That's just what / can't comprehen
myself, " said Gilbert; "but one thin
/ am very CERTAIN of love you, an
you alone, and ] won't leave you unit
Q you tell me whether the love is return
ed.
And he did not; neither was
: ne cessary for HIM to stay there vel
: long.
: But to this day nobody, save Bill
!, the irrepressible, knows exactly no
o Georgia's letter came into Miss Orinth
: Browns hands.
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q Two Boston MillIonaires.
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