Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-11-29
A PRETTY GIRLS WHIM.

1t was July day. A girl lay idly
in wide luxurious hammock, her
bright head on the soft tinted cush-
ions. her deep brown eyes appraised
to the whispering leaves above.
She looked the ideal OF happy con-
tent as she lay there in pretty lazi-
ness. one slim hand dropping over
the hammock's edge. A great New
foundland dog lay on the grass be
side her as she swayed gently to and
fro. toying affeetionately with the
dogs great, noble head
Sometimes he would open his al
most human eyes and look up at her
silently, with a happy content that
matched her own.
1t was very pleasant there. The
book she had been reading had drop
ped upon the grass and lay with
crumpled leaves. A rosebud marked
the place.
Wilma Pierce, whose summers were
spent at her grandmother's quaint
old country home, had come here a
few days since, tired out in body and
brain as only a young, hard working
teacher can be.
Already the soothing quiet of the
lovely place had done her good. and
the brightness of complexion and
the litheness OF form, which had been
impaired by the last year. hard work
were returning to her.
\ silvery haired, sweet faced old
lady came out of the the wide hall
door with light wrap in her hand.
She approached the hammock with
anxious solvitude in her kind, old
face
Child, it is cool for thee here. thee
must be more prudent with thysalf. y
She wrapped the soft, gray shaw
about the girl shoulders with loving
motherly hands. Wilma looked M
and smiled protestingly.
III isn't chilly, grandmamrna, dear
but | submit.
She took the wrinkled old hand
i'll hers and held it gently against
her warm cheek
The old Quakeress bent her state
" form and lett a soft, swift kiss mp
on the girls forehead.
II must go in, dear heart: thee
had best fall asleep tor little ii thee
can
The soft, gray gown swept away
across the grass, and the WeareI
stopped beside the door to pull 6
sweet. white rose that stretched
temptingly toward her.
She went in, and the girl and her
dumb companion were again alone.
BY and by she fell asleep. The
roses at her bare. white throat rose
and fell with gentle regularity as
her breath came and went. 1t was
a pretty picture. Ronald Mitchell
coming across the garden, thought
SO as he caught sight OF it, and paus
ed inyoluntarily.
The dog raised his great. shaggy
head and looked a silent we,.omt
from his brown eyes. They were old
friends-Ronald the young farmer
and RebecCa Northfield's dog Don.
The young man stood brea thless Il
moment looking at the sleeper, tler
with a softer light in his blue eve:
and n warmer tinge on his smootl
shaver cheek he went on toward til,
house. He entered with the familiar
ity of q well known and welcom,
friend, and sat down easily in big
antiquated rocking chair.
Rebpcca Mortified came into TIN
room, her old face alight with wei
come.
She came and laid her small hant
on his shoulder. Ronald shesaid
'.'my grandchild. Wilma Pierce, i
come. Perhaps it is not news to thee
She is good child, Wilma is, but
fear she loves the world too vel
There is little of the Quaker abou
her Ronald"
He smiled Il saw her when
came through the garden just now
She is unlike you in her dress, bu
her face has likeness to yours"
They sat together in the quie
room and talked little while. A
at once a shadow fell across tn
bare, white floor, and they bothlool
Ell up. Wilma stood in the wild
doorway, her face a little fushe
with sleep, her eyes dewy like
childs after a refreshing stumble
She held a yellow rose in her hand.
Grandmamma," she said, all III
conscious Of a strangers presenc
az she looked half sleepily at IL
flower; 'grandmamma, what Low
iy rosel Just see how
Wilma, the calm, sweet voice il
terrupted her, 'come here. This