Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-03-15


vibrated for many a long day. He
Graham Standish, was making an
afternoon call, and she. Stella Grey,
had just tripped into the room. 'My
aunt begs you to excuse herfora mo-
ment," Stella said. eve have just
come in, and she is taking her bon
net of.
Standish made polite and appro-
pirate rejoinder. In his neart he
wished devoutly that the moment
might be indefinitely prolonged. Il
need not ask if you enjoyed the dance
last night" he said, looking with in
creasing pleasure at the fair and can
did face.
ooh. so much, so muchl" she re-
piled, with pretty enthusiasm that
was absolutely unaffected. Her eyes
danced in the sunlight thatstreamed
in at the window-evidently darken-
ed rooms and cunning blinds androsy
lights were not in yoguein this house.
Stella's skin was like a blush rose and
although she was not regularly
beautiful, there was something grace
full and bright about her which made
her more attractive than many girls
with greater claims to positive
beauty. II love dancing, do not
you?" she asked, smiling radiantly
at him. eff heaven were to be one
long dance, / would be good all the
rest of my life."
II am sure you are good enough
for heaven, whatever it may be" re-
piled Standish; and he spoke with
such gravity and even intensity that
Stella felt lii tie confused and had
to walk rather fast to conceal her
embarrassment.
81 am not at all good; quite the re-
verse. Ask Aunt Marian" she said.
He looked at her with smiling in
credulity. She was like white lily
to him; like the down fallen on some
mountain summit And yet Stand
ish was thorough man OF the world
-skeptical about friendship, love
and women in general. But, though
he had lived and had known almost
every phase of society, he never said
absolutely to himself or to any one
else. as many younger and less ex-
perienced of his fellows do. "There
is not such thing as a good
woman" On the contrary. he had
maintained that this rara avis does
exist, but that the specimens are
few, and, when found, to be valued
as pearls of great price. He was
hard and stern, with an iron will;
but he had conviction that a good,
pure, loving woman could change
all the worst part ofhim, and inspire
him with deep love and tenderness.
He had met Stella for the first time
on theprevious night, and to-day, al.
ready, he felt she approached to his
ideal.
81 am sure you like dancing, too
because you dance so wei" said
Stella, and then she blushed a LITTLE
at having paid him compliment.
ait was You who inspired me, y
he replied, and then. deeply tc
his chagrin, Aunt Marian came in
He had to control his eyes now
and to talk all sort of platitudes
but he went away happy, hav
ing won from Mrs. Grey a promise
that she, her husband, her son anC
Stella would dine with him at Hurl
ingham the following Saturday, anC
allow him to drive them down in hi
coach. When the door closed upo1
him, Stella waltzed madly round tn
room, and finished byembraeing he
aunt with an ardor which made tina
amiabie lady smile and ask if sh,
was going out of her senses.
"How utterly delightful! What {
nice, dear man, Stella cried, and re
sumed her gyrations.
II believe he is rich and very wei
connected, observed Mrs. Grey, VIII,
was, what they say every good WON
an is, match maker. She was quit
aware that her son Leo and Stella
fancied themselves in love with eacI
other; but that was, ofcourse, ridicu
Ious, as neither had any money
She tolerated the idea with perfec
good humor, but always had he
eyes open for a good match 70
either.
At dinner, the admiral, Stella
uncle and Leo was informed of TIL
invitation, and received it with sati:
faction.
His father and Iserved together,
remarked tine admiral. "He was
good deal my senior. A bit of
martinez, but, by Jove! he wa
tanned at home. He was frightene
out of his soul by his wife, who was
handsome tartar, with a will lik
iron. Her son looks as if ne had il
herited some of it.
"Now, Uncle George, you are nc
to say word against himp' erie
Stella. eve are going to eat h
bread and salt on Saturday" an
she laughed delightedly.
~ suppose it is you. my dear, v
may thank for his hospitality" sal
the admiral, iocularly. Leo frownet