Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-11-24
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1onQer opened q box OF chocolates
which she had taken from the mantel
and holding it out for us to help our
selves, added: "Ah, me, I adore choco.
lates" And, as if to prove the truth of
her words, fell upon them ravenously.
In moment or so her friend arose
and left the room, and 1 made one or
two, attempts to turn her thoughts
back to the subject we had been dis
cussing, but without success.
Trash, trash, trash!" she cried, with
a curl to her upper lip so contemptu-
GUS that it would have startled me,
had not her large, round, mysterious
eyes been fixed upon me so steadily, so
calmly.
Not without an effort did 1 rise to
take my leave, for SO fascinated, so be-
wildered, SO enthralled were my senses
by the charm Of her strange person
atty that l feared that might turn
about and beat against the door when
l should hear it close behind me.
For an hour wandered up and down
the streets. could not bring myself
to pass under the roof that shielded
Vera. l could not resolve to carry my
glowing heart into that home where
life was so commonplace and the air so
damp and inelastic, and everything Sc
cold and conventional. BY mere chance
l halted in front of a florists window,
and with bound 1 entered the place.
The odor of the flowers Gained and
sOothed me. l ordered the man to
carry a basket of his finest roses to
Miss Beth Brewie in the morning, and
with this act OF alteration I turned my
footsteps homeward. l felt that now
possibly could sleep. Sleep. l could
,ntc 1n Shv,f <hA ~
eyes only served to make Beths more
visible to me. Forcing my thoughts in
another direction for a brief moment
only made them return to her with
greater strength.
In the morning both Vera and my
aunt urged me to go to a physician. l
Obeyed, but to the only one who could
reach my ailment. 1t was week,
however, before she deigned to ad.
minister the slightest remedy, and
then it came in the shape Of a faint
smile when | called her Miss Beth.
Beth. Beth Brewie! What weird
melody, what mysterious sweetness
was exhaled by that quaint but delight
full name! 1t seemed to me that if she
had borne some trivial name, such as
Kate or Cora, she would not have been
half so fascinating.
l yearned for the moment to come
when l might catch the first faint
glimmer of her love for me, so that I
might throw myself at her feet and
ring thousand changes on that sweet
name, and couple each with caress-
dainty Beth! delightful Beth! dark
eyed Beth! divine Beth! The prospect
Of being loved by this poetic child who
could so easily lift her heart to her lips
and double loves sweet potency by tell
ing it in glowing syllables made me
supremacy happy. Till then had not
known what love was. To carry out a
fathers foolith whim had comforted
myself with pretty dream, played
with toy counterfeit without even
suspecting the existence Of the en-
trancing realty. Was it any wonder
that my soul, upon discovering that it
had wings, should yearn to use them?
Thus far, neither my aunt nor Vera
had any suspicion of Baths existence
or that had fallen in love with any
one, for BY devoting my afternoons 20
Miss Brewie was able to spend moss
OF my evenings at home, Is usual
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