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

She thinks your sister means to marry
him-so there, now, Dolly Austin"
"Humph, well she needn't, then. The
idea-ths very idea!'
Dolly is getting excited. She talks
very fast and not very low. Something
makes Bah shiver in her thin gown, but
she only draws her white shawl closer
around her and stands very still. Right
there, leaning against the verands IN
tho shade Of the vines, could she but
have known it. so near that his out
stretched hand could touch hers il he
had tried, stands, also very silently,
tall young man. He has not meant to
play the part Of an eavesdropper, but
this childish chatter is amusing. II
may prove instructive.
do you s'pose I'd ever have that old
skinny Jones for . brother-him"-- The
emphasis il most emphatic. It makes
Bob smile, ian do you s'pose for . single
minute, Ducky Arnold, that Bah wants
me to have him? Well, l guess know
athing or two bout that. What'd she
want to cry for the other night when
that old Jones asked her to 60 to the
lawn party and that awful nice Mr..
Guy Braytpn came and asked the same
thing when it was too late?
"An what does she cry for most ev'ry
night? It's cur he don't como eny more.
l hear her, but when ask her what's
hematter she says, oh, my head aches
--go to sleep-don't bother, me- Humph,
should think her head would ache. An
wait'll ! tell you somethin elise only
don't you dare to breathe it to soul.
Land! she'd be Just wild il she knew
knew bout It. Well, the other mornin
fore she walked up saw the end Of
picture stickin out from under her pill
low, and when peeked ct it whose do
you s'pose it WASH Guess"
Bah brings her white teeth down rsth-
or sharply over her under lip. She kicks
the toe Of her pretty slipper restlessly
against the edge Of the step. Tomorrow
she will give this small sister . little
piece Of her mind, but tonight-well,
what il the use Of making : scene to-
night? Everything il said now that can
BE- said, aud what 10 worse it is al true.
She actually comes quietly down . step
TO catch Ducky's answer.
''Mister Jonesf' Duoky's voice 10 faint
and little doubtful, but her words win
storm Of scorn.
''Mister Jones-Jones-Baldy Jones?
Whyee, Ducky Arnold-well guess it
wasn't. Don't ! tell you my sister Bab's
dead gone on that handsome other one.
Guy-what's his name? Course abe Ia
Som |. But I'd like to know whore she
keeps that picture daytimes. I never
Jaw it before. =
Their voices dutter on into . little
giggls ~ they rise to run away under
the trees. The fun is commencing. The
boys are sending up shower Of Roman
candles.
Bah gives IN involuntary sigh.
"Oh. DEAR" she says; .'oh, dear me-.
And then such : strange thing hap
pens. Somebody comes up the steps two
At time. Somebody's hand Is laid over
hers rs it rests on the railing. Some
body's dear voice speaks
''Is it true?" he asks little huskily.
"Is it true, Bah, darling? couldn't help
hearing. Do you care for me? love
YOU so. have right to know"
But Bah doesn't say anything after
that one half startled "ohw What she
does is quite as expressive a. words.
When no slips his arm around her she
let's it stay there and lifts her pretty
face confidingly up against his own.
Fixx. sizx, whixz! A long, fiery tailed
rocket shoots into the air and great
mass Of red light flares up through the
darkness, illuminating everything with
its soft radiance.
Especially prominent for moment
are those two figures upon the porch,
and most especially prominent is the tall
young mans right arm. where it il
thrown around the white shawl.