Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-02-08
AN UNFORTUNATE RUSE.

SlHgfe. WY uOn you SET your cap
for him, Matte? You've gotasgood
a chance as the the rest of them, and
twenty-four is not old, by any
means"
She leaned over the garden gate as
she spoke, this yeritable village
gossip. ] can see her now, with her
great poke bonnet, from which the
clustering gray ringlets peeped, the
keen blue eyes that seemed to read
your very thoughts, the trim little
figure, clad always in ample skirts OF
Quaker gray or sombre brown.
Never was there wedding, funeral
or christening in the village without
this estimable lady's presence. What
a harmless little body she appeared
and how incapable of carrying about
that wonderful budget of Informal
tionl How nicely she impaired her
knowledge to her listeners. begin
ming with, "Well, don't mind telling
YOU" or "They do say, but of course
you can't believe anything" and
ending with, That's between YOU
and me; it will 60 no farther
Twas in the garden that morning
training some early June roses; my
thoughts were not the brightest,
scarcely in harmony with nature,
which was decked in one of her
brightest mantles. 1t was quite I'M
necessary for Mrs. Briggs to remind
me of my age. / was thinking seri-
ously OF it. Twenty-six. Not very
old, to be sure, and yet not very
young to an unmarried woman. /
must be content with fewer laurels,
less conquests. / must step out of
the field, as it were, and leave the
romance and day dreams to younger
and fairer girls.
1t mattered little to me whether
the new curate was young and I'M
married, or portly old fellow with
a wife and grown daughters. At
heart disliked this interfering old
woman who had broken in on my
reverie.
l thanked her kindly for her advice,
telling her that at present had no
intention of setting my cap for any
one, not even for the new curate, so
saying | vent back to my work and
che roses.
There, Matte, don't get riled. OF
course it's nobody's business if you're
going to leave yourself an old maid;
but take my advice and don't spend
your time fretting and worrying over
Bob Preston, for he amt worth it,
nohow."
She shook her head wisely and was
off before had time to recover from
the cruel thrust that had opened the
old wound-Robert Preston and the
past.
| had tried to guard my heart, to
trample under foot the old love.
could have laughed at my girlish fol-
ly as if it were dream until a
thoughtless word had brought back
the past, like the dead risen to life
again, or a smouldering fire that
needed but.a gentle breeze to make
1T burning fame. One by one the
roses dropped from my hands. One
by one the binding tears fell was
only weak woman after all, as COW
ering my face with my hands, l
sobbed.
Robert, oh, Robertl Why were
you false?"
1t all came back to me-that visit
to Aunt Martha, where | first met
Robert Preston, young studentjust
returned from college. / cannot tell
you all those bright, happy day
dreams; how / loved him and waited
for the happy day when he would ask
me for that love. He read my an
.swer in my tell tale face before my
lips uttered it.
So engrossed with Roberts society,
/ took little heed of other matters,
scarcely giving thought to the fact
that young lady, the daughter of
deceased friend of my aunt's, was go
ing tomake her home with us. She
came From the moment / looked
upon her lovely face my happiness
was gone. / was pretty girl, fair
and fragile, yet one might as well
compare a simple little daisy to full
blown poppy or rich red rose as my
frail beauty to this girPs exquisite
loneliness.
For time mis- love unchanged.
laughed in my foolish heart at my
doubts and fears. At times l would
find his serious eyes wandering from
me and resting admiringly on the
beautiful face of Kathleen Lee. No
man could resist that wondrous fas-
cinating face. She never encouraged
him, but the dropping lids, the faint
flush, the trembling of the little
hands, all told plainly that she, too,
loved him.
How / suffered In mad jealousy /
grew almost to hate the child. He
loved me before she came, and her
beautiful flower like face, to rob me