Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-07-19
NAMES EPISODE.

From the Youths Companion.
"oh. girls-oh, girls" exclaimed
Mamie Burton, rushing wildly up TO a
crowd of three girls, guess what"
"What is it. oh, what is IT," from
the three girls in chorus.
"Why, the master OF the Grange has
returned" she cried, looking at them
triumphantly, and feeling that she
had impaired news equal to bomb.
shell. "And I've seen him." still more
triumphantly.
"Oh!" in a series OF gasps.
"Does he wear big HAITI"
"And carry a cane?"
"Has he got a mustache?" asked
the third, pretty Susie Camp. casting
look OF scorR upon her companions
for asking such extremely senseless
questions, "Do tell us, Mamie. and
don't stand there gaping as though
you contemplated swallowing us.
"Well, girls, let rs sit down here on
the hedge, and | shall endeavor to de-
scribe him. All seated? So far, so
good. To begin with, he's about two
feet six-no. no, | mean six feet two
regular whopper! He's got shoulders
about as broad rs am long; black
hair and eyes, and such a mus:achel
Words are inadequate TO describe IT,
The kind you read about, girls. and
seldom see. | see I've got you all
worked up. so I'll just finish him.
Girls. in an awful awed voice, II
wouldn't marry that man for any.
thing-not If he begged on his knees for
week. He is the sternest looking
man you ever saw. His heavy eye.
brows are drawn together in one
straight line and his black eyes and
extremely dark skin makes him look
like some fierce Italian king"
''And he didn't wear high hat?"
asked Katie Bend, shadow OF Lisap-
pointment setting on her sunny face.
mo, indeed, Kate, when | saw him,
he was leaning against tree with his
long legs crossed and q SLOUGH hat
pushed back carelessly on his head,
surveying the broad acres OF tho
Grange-and feeling his Importance,
dare say"-sarcastIcaIly.
| ooh, Mamie" exclaimed Laura
Brown, suddenly, what shall dc
about those beautiful roses, now that
he is home. Our table NJ the festiva
tomorrow night will be a complete
failure without them; and we counted
on them so much. wish he would
have stayed away little longer"
'llave those roses, will, il | have
got to 60 and ask for some" ant
Mamie shook her fluffy yellow head res
| olutely.
/ "Why do you not?" urged Laura
ut would be much more homes way
than stealing them!"
"BuS | hate to Lal. II he was {
woman, | would not care"
''As he is man, why can't YOU b,
! boy; then you wouldn't hate to asl
him. Boys have audacity enough fol
anything" ana Laura shook her lie
tie head wisely.
Be a boy! how delightful ] declare
Lal, your head will make you a for
tune yet. can put one OF brothe
sammie's suits on, tuck my hair I'm
der cap, blacken my hands and III
make q splendid boy! Ill do it. see II
don't" And the four girls laughet
eleefuly at the novel way in whicI
they we're to get the coveted roses.
"All right. girls, be around at 7.3t
sharp. OF couse, you must 90 alon
as lar as the gate with me. | sur
pose ! shall have enough roses TO
each OF you an armiuI." And will
another merry laugh, they departed
Hearing a slight rustic OF leaves OF
the other side OF the hedge, let u
glance over and see the cause OF it.
There. lying prone on the green grass
his hands supporting his head, and
quiet smile playing around the col
ners OF rather grave mouth, lies
man five and thirty, answering Me-
mics description OF the master OF en-
Grange.
,'Well, my little girl, you shall hav
all the roses you desire. II you ar
one'hali as pretty as your voice
sweet, daresay you will make
charming little lad. Wouldn't MARI
me II begged on my knees for u weel
Ha, ha, ha, that's rich! but | sha
have my revenge tonight"
Taking cigar from his pocket an
lighting it, Mr.. Richard Tremaine. soI
master OF the Grange, walked AVA
with lighter heart than usual win,
ne couiu not tell. In TACT, he wa
hardly aware oil it. When he was 2S
he met, loved and courted O beautifl
woman. That was when he was
poor artist and before he had il
herited the Grange and it's vast q
tates. Though she loved him as we
ms her shallow nature would permi
abe cast him aside for q richer maj
Richard Tremaine was not the ma
to wear the willow, but he nev,
trusted women afterwards. ard q
ways seemed to shun their societ,
rather than court it.
The clock chimed seven, then I'll
quarter pass. The shadows in Ma