Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-05-27
WACHMAN'S CONQUEST

ihongh Miss Cavanagh was not nosI.
tively handsome. she was unouestion.
ably charming She was aristocratie
70 her manners. but no one blamed he,
Tor that, MS she was rich, refined intel.
lgent, and came from a good family
Whiie she was aristocratic she was
however, exceedingly affabIe. and when
she granted condescension she did II
SO prettily that nobody regarded II as
one.
she dressed neatly. hated deceit. was
matter OF fact in her friendships. was
neither impulsivs nor denonsfrafive
and knew how to enjoy life. She was
% years old, and proportionately sensi.
BILE in her views and practical in her
purposes
She owned a magnificent place on the
Hudson. or, to be more precise, held a
half interest in it. The other half be
longed to her brother Ralph, who spent
most OF his time abroad. The interior
was as beautiful as the exterior. She
kept servants. did as she pleased. and
was responsible to large extent to no
body but herself.
She was fond OF riding, boating and
outdoor sports, which brought color ia
her cheeks and twill to her muscles.
but did not make her seem nannish.
One bright June morning. while seated
upon the veranda, young man came
leisurely up the steps He was tall,
graceful, athletic, fine looking. He took
off his hat, his handsome brown eyes
resting upon her.
BE seated, she said, with wave Of
her hand, whereupon he complied with
half quizzical Occurrences.
Il expected you yesterday" she
added, at which he merely lifted hi.
eyes in puzzled way. But did MOI
expect to see you so well dressed she
continued. with characteristic frank
ness.
THAT shouldn't matter" he replied
speaking for the first time, his voic,
low, yet distinct and musical
''Well, | don't know that it does,
was her comment You know al
about horses of coursef'
''Oh, yes" he replied, lifting his hanC
to his mouth TO hide queer smile tina
stirred it.
Your recommendations were salts
factory" she said Il think yol
will do"
Just then an old servant approached
Phillip, this is Andrew Jacobs, NJ,
new coachman. she quickly said
Show him to his room in the carriag
house and explain to him his duties. "
"Yes, Miss Lucille" replied the oil
man with bow.
THE fellow is entirely too gentle
manly" was her mental comment a
she gazed after her new domestic.
Before two weeks had passed sh
found the man more frequently in he
thoughts than she would have cared t
confess. 1t arose from companionshi
and his thoughtful, obedient, deferer
tiaI ways. She felt it was that, apaI
from his handsome face and figure. l
a dozen of instances she was mad
aware of the fact that he was man {
broad culture who had travelled niue
and read more.
She took sick in the early part
September The complaint was III;
larial fever; il was not a serious a
tack. vet grave enough to contine hi
to the house. The doctor would NJ
permit her TO read, and that made h'
confinement all the more irhsome
Andrew Jacobs had spare time c
his hands, and no doubt was an exec
lent reader. Why not press him int
servicei
The idea was at once carried on
He read aloud to her for several hou
every day His voice was sweetly mo-
Mated. aud he understood eyerythii
which he read. He occasionally mac
comments, and she was as much please
with them as with what he read ID
presence afforded her so much gratl
cation that she sometimes almost &c
cot the wide social distinction betwet
them.
In analyzins her feelings she DISCO
cred with something akin TO disIh'
that she had grown very fond OF hi
There were no visitors at the mouse
her servants were discreet-and so Il
intimacy was not made matter
comment She did not dismiss hill
she simply became more guarded
Mr. Jacobs, she said TO him o,
day, You must have led an eVeh'i
life." IT.. liz,
: II don't know" he replied a III
.hsaptlv 1T has always seemed rath
commonplace TO me-
"But-you have-suftered some
"Oh. no, Miss Cavanagh, he rephs
his soft brown eyes upon her la
What led you TO think of THAR
She grew embarrassed for a inoihe'
, wb,ch was an unusual thing with h
She did not like TO pry into his p'
: life and yet she had become quite Gu
Gus concerning it.
II suspected that you had me. w
with yicissitudes, she hesitaun:
said You are certainly serving
) meath your capacities,
If so am contented, ne que
replied. although he eolorea asep
"No vocation is mean unless you eho'
TO make it so.
YES" she thoughtfully assen''