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

in Al my life. said Miss Brown dsris-
ively. "Gllbers Mott in love with
Georgia Arlington Why, she's amere
doll, with big blue eyes and pink cheeks
and yellow curls."
"She's very fascinating in her man
ners, Mrs Meeker yentured to remark.
ooh. pshaw" was Miss orinthias
contemptuous comment. And you re
ally think he's in love with her?"
YES, l must say that | think so"
"Ah-h-h" said Oriuthia, meaningly.
"If only dared to tell you all"
Dear me,n said Mrs. Meeker, eager
"; what do you mean?"
Nothing said Miss Brown, with
nod of her head, He walked home LAST
night with me-didn't he?"
Yes, but
"He stayed on my side OF the room all
the time we were decorating the fair
rooms with evergreens, didn't he?"
''Yes, but that was because"
"Aud-but never mind, never mind"
said Miss Orinthia, mysteriously. "Time
will show Georgia Arlington, indeed
why she's nothing but a child--a mere
school girl know better!'
DO tell me, Miss Orinthia," pleaded
Mrs. Meeker. rs he really engaged to
you?'
Miss Orinthia pursea M her lips,
dropped her eyelids with manner that
was wonderfully eloquent, but she would
commit herself no further!
Lets go mp stairs and finish dressing
those china dolls for the lucky bag, !"
said Miss Brown. ave shall get more
money ont Of the lucky-bag than any
thing else, and we must be sure and
have it we'll furnished"
While the tea drinking ceremonial
had been going on in the lower part of
the mansion of Mrs. Meeker, quite a
different chain of circumstances was
TRANSPORTING above stairs. Mr.. Gilbert
Mott, who had been inveigled into the
stairs of the Ladies Fair, nolens yolens,
had come early to help in the last prep
arations, and, walking up to the work
room, had surprised slovely blue eyed
lassie in the occupation Of filling sundry
cones of bright-hu9d paper with sugar
! plums and French bon-bons
/ Georgia Arlington shook back her
4 sunny curls and blushed like a june
rose bud, as she started up.
Don't go, Miss Arlington, please! !"
pleaded Gilbert, himself not embar-
raised. But Georgia muttered some
thing about roll of ribbon which she
had forgotten, and futtered past him
ere he could demonstrate further.
Gilbert looked after her, with a
whimsical expression Of despair on his
countenance.
Now, why does she run away from
me like that?7 he said to himself.
Probably because she knows it tauta-
Lies me! But Ill be even with her yet
If she won't let me tell her how dear.
ly love her, I'll write to her!"
And Needless of the neglected pile:
of cedar-sprigs and princess pine, yet
waiting to be wrought into garlands, ht
sat down to the table and Selling per
and ink began passionate billet dou'
after the following fashion:
'sMY OwS PRECIOUS DARLING Why are yot
SO cold and cruel to me! Why will you no
let me tell you in words what yOu must so ottei
have read in my eyes-the story Of my heart
DEVOTION For Hove you, and have loved You
and shall love you to the worlds end, and yo
must have seen it for yourself during the las
few days that we have been working tOgetn;
for the church fair! Yet you will not give ii
a word or a glance of encouragement!
SIS this right, my ruthless queen Of hearts
But am determined thatyOu shall tell me whe
we meet again whether l may hope or not
Until then, sweet one, am half in despair
half hopeful,
yours ever and uDalterably, G. NJ"
He had Just scrubbed off this nm
studied effusion when the sound of foot
stems on the stairs chased away the sol
shadows of his love dream ,.and he ha
Just time to slip the paper under a lea
Of Norway spruce tw1gs, when Mrs
Meeker and Miss Orinthla Brown en-
tered.
"At work so soon!" cried the latte
archly. Isn't he industrious, Mis-
Meeker?
Yes, said Gilbert, hypocrltcaliy
I'm at work already!"
So he was but not exactly for til
fair.
He watched nervously for an oppol
. tunity topossess himself Of the pr,
: cious sheet Of paper, without obsery'
ton, but Miss Orintria, doubtless prom
ted thereto by some baleful, evil spiri
Z lowered around the spruce boughs lii
. a middle aged turtle-doYe, and effect
ally warded off his designs. And pre-
l emily he was borne downstairs in Il
popular current to open some boxes
! donations, which had just arrived
, parsels delivery.
II can easily come back and get
;. when they are busy cackling over 81
new things" he thought.
But fit illustration this, Of the futi
l ty Of all human plans-when he can
a reioicing back some twenty minutes
d so later, the sheet was gone.
It Gone, leaving no trace or vestige b
hind-gone, utterly and entirely!
81 believe there has been some s
\ peThuman agency at workp thong
our bewildered hero. as he tumbl
over the chaotic contents on the tab
. in vain.