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

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steadily because OF some enocron ma,
MAKES her heart throb furiously, ..aw.
fully sorry. It's too bad, but / have had
70 refuse one invitation like yours al
ready, because 1--we are going to have
low rockets and things on the lawn and
the children want me to stay with them.
Won't you-couldn't you come here.
MT. Braytonl Ican't promise you much
OF . treat" she adds. laughing : little
neryously as she thinks Of the other ono.
who is coming on his own invitation.
- don't suppose it'll be very exciting.
but you don't know how glad / should
be it you would come"
Then. she lifts her eyes and looks at
him. They are such lovely eyes, 90 blue
and tender and wistful. He sees the
| wistfulness, to b sure, but whether It l.
meant for him OF the other man who
has invited her. he cannot tell. Men are
80 stupid about these things. When
there is any doubt Of this kind to be CON
sidered they usually give the benefit Of
It to the other man.
Thanks" no says again, but q little
chill OF reserve has crept into his voice
now and frozen all the genial warmth
out Of it. Ever 80 kind Of you. Per
haps ! will won't promise. Then you
can't expect me and BE- disappointed il
don't appear"
Tho words end in decidedly curt
laugh. - he steps out into the path
again An innocent looking torpedo
CLEANS white against the red gravel at
his feet. Hs stoops down, picks it up
and dings it against tho stonework Of
tho steps Perhaps its sharp report
serves as vent for his turbulent
thoughts. Then he looks back at tho
girl. and their eyes meet for an instant
- single glance. incomprehensible to
both.
"Goodby, and allow mo to wish you .
very pleasant evening, Miss Barbara"
A pleasant EVENING" Poor Bah. Sho
drops down in : little heap on the divan
as he disappears, and buries her face in
the depths Of . big silk pillow. What
Is the use Of trying to be happy any
more? What Is tho use? He doesn't
care for her-he nsver will care now.
That hateful Jones is like grinning
skeleton. putting himself always BE-
tween her and her one love. Oh. dear
The thought ends in long sigh.
"You como over to my house arst.
Dolly"
mo, you come over here. That'll be
incest. We're goin to have eight rock
ets-Inaybe more-I dunno"
.,So're we."
IAN whole lot Of fires-red an blue
an green"
Sore we.s
"Goody. goody, goodyi Amt it fun.
! think Fourth O. July's nicer'n all the
days in the year 'cept Christmas. don't
You, DuclxyY'
Course do
Aseries Of happy little giggles and
the voices grow fainter as the children
pass the window and go around the
house. Bah drags herself up again and
looks out through the bright sunshine,
her eyes full Of longing. II she could
only be child again and crave no
greater happiness than tho Fourth Of
July celebration. II there were only no
such things as men and heartaches.
As the long day wears itself out and
twilight settles down she becomes moro
and more restless. One question whirls
through her mind again and again and
routs all other thoughts. Will he come?
That Mr.. Archibald Jones will DO prompt
in arriving she does not doubt. He is
always on hand with patient persistency,
and no GOODNESS Of manner or scornful
words could ever affect him to the point
Of keeping him away.