The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1892-07-02

Ay WEHYH happy, but when
eNE9N they are not it is
NG9h just awful.
81 Bah leans out
OF the library
window and lifts her flushed face to the
light breeze that sweeps by.
Things are going all wrong with her.
They have been going wrong ever since
Mr.. Archibald Jones has seen &c to de-
vote himself to her with persistency
that has driven away all the other men.
To be sure she rather liked him at
hrst. he has horses to take her driving
with and plenty Of money and leisure
time to spend with her at the theater.
lawn tennis parties and all the other
good things that come along through
the seasons. and at dance especially he
acQuits himself very creditably in spite
Of his extreme thinness and extreme
height.
III he only would talk about some
thing or somebody besides himself" Bah
said once rehectiveIy.
She was trying on love Of a new
bonnet at the time-touching its loops
Of ribbon lightly and twisting her head
from one side to the other. to get the ef-
feet in her mirror: so that very naturally
the sight Of her own loyeliness brought
TO her mind a pardonable wonder, why
he did not occasionally vary his egotis-
teal themes by Q little wholesome praise
Of herself.
Bah was little amused at his conceit
in the beginning. but as she sees more
OF him. night after night, week after
week. and the chances Of tho final recital
Of his remarkable existence grow more
and moro remote, she begins to find it
very wearisoine. and catches herself
more than once looking back with long
ing to the time when Mr.. Archibald Jones
was not-the dear old life when she had
found so sweet o happiness in the words
and glances Of another man. man who
rarely in these later days comes to her
ct all.
Beyond doubt it is some thought OF
him that brings that pathetic light 20
her eyes and that tender little smile to
her lips this July morning as she leans
against tho window frame with careless.
dreamy abandonment. her fingers wan
dering restlessly through tho soft, loose
locks Of hair upon her temples.
Things happen just right sometimes,
even outside the pages OF q story book,
and it is certainly very happy coinci-
dence that at this moment tall young
man should come quietly around the
corner Of the house. and looking up sec
tho girl and her smile.
Bah is all in futter as soon as she
peeS him.
why. Mr.. Brayton," she cries, with
IN excited. broken little laugh, 'where
id You come from. Lob, Fm awfully
lad TO $50 you.s
= She hushes prettily as he steps across
be grass plat that lies between them.
10 takes the pretty white hand extend
to him In his own sun tanned palm
bd perhaps he holds it there = trihe
nger and just tri1e tighter than
puld be prescribed by the etiquette OF
lite society.
i don't believe you're half rs glad
! am to SEQ you, Miss Barbara"
says, and his voice 10 q very good
DO to listen to with it, deep. mellow
%. II never have any luck with
nowadays. No matter when come
are sure to be out or just going.
really : pity that you are so pop
-
lab laughs She looks . trife self
hscious. a she smooths out the folds
her morning gown.
"Oh, but I'm not, she declares; ,'truly,
I'm not. Aren't you coming IMP Do"
But he shiAkes his head.
Thanks. Can't possibly. Unjust be
In town by IL, and it is quarter Of
now. was riding past on my wheel
and thought I'd just run In TO ask II
you'd enjoy going to the top Of tho
Wsverly tonight to see tbs fireworks.
| believe there's to be quite display" !.
Bah hushes up to the soft unruly
waves Of gold brown hair upon her fore
head. She looks down intently at the
handkerchief thar she is twisting and un-
twisting between the tips OF her fingers.
FATE again. Mr.. Archibald Jones has
1lroady asked her the same question and
Tor tho sake Of cscsping a tiresotne tete-
a-tste she has declared her intention Of
staying at home aud enjoying the few
illuninations that have tssR xdrchased
for the children.
Vim 40 aOrry.n abe says. mot yoyy