Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-02-02
the same effect.

Inc author had at that time Just COM
nenced romance, In the plot Of which
ms daughter was very much interested
one morning. after much nreambI;ng
anu hesitation, she said: All, how proud |
SHOULD be II this book conld be finish /
"a and dedicated to me on my wedding |
aay' What fine present that would Der
we VIII see,' replied her father. and he !
feaiiy had the intention Of gratifying
her But, as the time approached the
authors rein diminished, his disobedient
fancy refused him colors and figures; he
could not Danish his daughter from bis
study, and yet he could not see her sit
ting there, her head bent over the paner.
without thinking of something very
different from his romance"
"Oh, poor papaw exclaimed Emilia.
rising and throwing herself into his
arms. But he gently disengaged her.
and, controlling his own emotion. begged
her to take her place again, and went on
with his story.
Thus, when only two months were
lacking Of the time fxed for the mar
riage, he had finished but half of the
work, and when but two weeks remain
ed he had scarcely accomplished two
thirds OF the whole. 1t was then seen to
be impossible to publish it on the we'd
ding day; nevertheless, Emilia"-
There; you have at last called her bv
her right name"
1 Emilia continued to come every morn
ing to the study, and to write the periods
and phrases that dropped laboriously
from the exhausted imagination Of the
! romancer."
/ Exhausted? Don't say that papa
/ There are some beautiful pages in your
book"
You are not an impartial Judge, ca
| rina."
- Of the romance; however, the die
tator was often interrupted Father and
daughter would look at each other ten
derby; take each other by the hand, ~ II
going over again the long years passed in
faithful communality of thought; and
without saying so openly, seemed to
thank each other for the good mutually
done in the past, and to beg forgiveness
for what might have been amiss
THE wedding day was set for Monday
the third Monday in May. and the young
man went on the preceding Saturday to
bring his aged mother to the marriage
He was to arrive by the noon train, and
the ceremony was to take place at :
o'clock. On that morning, the las
morning, the author went down, as us
ual, to his study: but he certainly die
not expect to see his daughter appeal
before him there. Judge of his pleasur,
and establishment when before the bel
stopped striking the hour she came int
> the room, her face more beautiful thai
ever, for the delicate palior that f1itte,
across it. To his expression of surpris
she answered, 4 want to be your secre
: tary today, also, and seated herself il
the accustomed place before the half fin
ished sheet of the day before.
+ But at that moment the author scarce
ly remembered of having romance
: write. The characters and situations O
l. his personages Were quite Indifferent t
: him. He thought of the romance Of hi
u own life, of which the most beautifu
l. chapter was just ending. and instead c
u debating to her he would rather tax
L his daughter on his knee. to tell he
again the stories of her babyhood, at tn
.e same time pushing back the clusterin
g brown curls that Swallowed her fort
1t head He would rather have told he
all he had in his heart, would rattle
=, have expressed all the fond wishes whic
:! would follow her away from the thresl
y old of home, all the hopes that he che
~ ished for her happiness, and that or be
n companion. But who knows when
would have finished if he had commence
le in that way. He remembered, instead
,r that he had promised her something fl
"a a wedding present, which it was no
impossible to give her.
"A strange idea struck him. and takin
"a fresh paper, he dictated lot of FOOLS
st things that passed through his mind.
t. 1T struck o'clock. Emilia made a
If involuntary movement. Her father u
Y, derstood that it was time to close.
NJ Then when it struck 8 and he saw IL
r girl uneasy in her seat
:, That is not so.
~ Yes, indeed it is.
OF He leaned over the manuscript al
added with his own hand;
what then, papa:'
Give me the pen"
O. ITO my daughter on her wedding da
ha "GIoRGIo TAssERI."
"Oh, babbo, caro- babbo. how good y,
are!' cried Emilia, escaping from t
ei chair.
he This time you will let me kiss you.
ge without doubt, replied he, givil
it her two sonorous kisses.
,ss But now go and dress yourself al
m make yourself beautiful for him"
~ "She ran to the door as if her feet we
- winged, but suddenly turned back aui
ee ashamed She had forgotten to take t
ng manuscript! But fortunately her faith
y. had not noticed it. He had turned ags
is to the window, and was gazing out II
lie, the garden, where the nightingales, &C
no cealed among the leaves, were tr1lll
- tL,oi, rrr, crs of love - ransl ared for O