Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-04-19

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81 light, and be-
yond that grove of trees, nodding
and whispering over deep, shadowy
paths, to the right an old mill with a
wheel that was a study for a painter,
and to the left long sweeping lines OF
meadow, cornfeld and farms. On
the piazza, their boots elevated to
the level of the railing, their chairs
tilted back against the posts, their
mouths actively putting two very
fragrant cigars, sat Frank Hays
and Rodney Edmonds, men Just
starting out on life's broad
battle feI3, and lingering out
their last days of boyhood togeth-
er. Schoolmates, college chums,
fast friends from childhood, they
spent these days, when youth vas
melting into manhood, in boating,
fishing, driving, riding, chatting and
smoking. ltwas Rodney's first visit
to Cliff Wharton, and he was enjoy
ing$he free country life, home pleas
ures and social intercourse as only
an orphan boy brought up in the
city can do.
"A lawyer" said Frank, after a
long silence. :''Well," he musingly
added, shat will do, but not for me.
You were always the bookworm,
Rodney"
1T scarcely amounts to a choice"
said his companion, ''the fami-
ly in q direct line have been
lawyers, judges now and then,
for generations back, and my
guardian had me educated to COM
mence law from a boy, as a matter
ofcourse. You can bring me your
first suit old boyl'
Merchants do considerable OF that
sort of fighting, generally, Ibelieve."
Another long silence; then Rodney
said:
when is the wedding, Frank?"
"Oh! not very soon. | must make
my way first. l have not your for
tune to start with, you know"
'She is very charming, but it puz-
zles me how you could ever go
abroad to seek a wife, Frank, with
such a sweet bird singing in the home
nest"
"You mean susy. Susy is my very
dear sister, but Meta"
eyes, | know. I've heard it all
fifty times. You promised to tell me
Susy's story
There is very little to tell. Ny
Uncle Ray, as you know. is sea
captain. One ofhis voyages eighteen
years ago took him to the coast of
Africa. Coming home, when they were
some five days out, they found the
remains of wreck, and, dashed to |
a floating spar, Susy. My uncle, be-
ing bachelor, brought the baby to
his sister. my mother, who, having
no child but your humble servant. |
adopted Susy. think that to both /
my parents she is as dear as their
own child, and well she deserves it.
She is as gentle and winning as she
rs fair and graceful, full of talent and
animation, yet the most domestic,
home-loving little darling. She is
housekeeper and child in one, with
her neat little figure and golden curls.
In short"
'1n short" said merry voice at
the window, 1.-THE most delightful
person in the world to recommend to
a friend to marry. Pray, who is your
paragon, Frank? Not Meta, for her
hair is black as midnight without a
moon"
Here something in Franks merry
eyes and his companions confusion
enlightened Miss Susy as to the par
agon in question, and the crimson
flush on her cheeks deepened under
her adopted brothers eye. Too well
bred to betray her consciousness, she
turned the subject, and soon had
both the "boys" as her motherca
them, chatting easily on the thou
sand incidents THAT make up college
life.
1t was not until later that Rodney, /
having reTked, was sitting at his /
window o. the porch, that Miss
Susy gave ht to her feelings. Frank
had left his room to find a novel, and ,
Susy was on the porch still, when she ]
saw him enter the parlor.
Come herep said the little maiden,
drawing her tiny figure to its full I
ieight, ''and answer for your sins"