Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1893-12-08


Zdiela.s a comment -.
herself shAN Thought.
: rs do That's right planted the
carnations. and watered them, and
took care of them-and you coolly ap,
propriated them IT'S always so in this
family. and papa never interferes to pro-
tect my rightsr
She was thus soliloquizing when she
saw another reflection than her own in
the mirror. She gave jump and
scream simultaneously.
Don't be frightened, said the appari-
ton. You are Rosamond, aren't you?
am your cousin Franklin.
he was very cordial and handsome,
with pleasant. dark eyes, rich olive
complexion, and a sweet, deep voice.
Zuleika was quite certain that she was
going to like him
NO said she, I'm not Rosamond.
am Zuleika, the younger sister But I'm
very glad to see you. all the same. and
I'm sorry papa hasn't come back from
the postofiice yet And" (hurriedly fling
ing the chamois cloth into the pot pourri
Jar) 'Fll go out with you into the gar
den and show you where Rosamond is. !"
For she was secretly determined, in
spite OF her wrongs. to give Rosamond
every fair chance
Franklin Jefferd looked down at the
light, agile figure as he walked beside it.
How pretty she wasl What a delicate
pink color burned on her clear cheek,
and how intensely blue her eyes
were! And then those silky rings Of
light brown hair that were blowing
about her forehead--what bewitching
framework they made to her facet
eff Rosamond is prettier she must be
very pretty" he thought.
At that moment the sound of shrieks
and vituperations burst on the scented
summer air, and Rosamond, forcing her
way through the tall lilac bushes, rushed
into the open garden. both hands clasped
over her face.
was it Rosamond-this figure with
disheveled hair, eyes swollen to nearly
twice their size, face disfgured with in
Vulnerable stings, and complexion pur-
pie with rage and painP
tits your horrid hateful bees that
have done it, Zuleika!" she screamed.
Anyhow. threw both the hives into
the brush and smashed them, and-rd
like to fling you after theml Yes
wouldr
ut warn't the creeturs' fault, Miss
Jefferd. F" explained the voice of Jacob.
the hired man, who brought up the
rear, beating off a cloud of Infatuated
insects with the brim of his straw hat.
bees is alters quick to take offense-
an you jest slapped out at 'em when
they came harmlessly hummin' round
about your ear. And it didn't better
matters none when you kicked the hives
over into the brook. shouldn't won
der, now, eff it was twenty-four hours
afore ye could see outen your eyes
ag'in."
Papa" cried Rosamond, ''if you don't
put stop to Zuleika's obstinacy and
willfulness"
at isn't papa, Rosamond," said Zu-
lelka, in low voice, as she gently de-
tached her sisters hand from the stran-
gers arm. at is Mr.. Franklin Jefferd.
We came out to look for you"
Ia oOliy you 10 30 OduIy sung.
Cousin Rosamond," said Mr.. Jefferd.
"a little bicarbonate of soda, dissolved
in water
But Rosamond, muttering few in
coherent words of excuse, vanished I'M
der the honeysuckles that draped the
porch, leaving Jacob to do battle alone
with the winged enemies, and Zuleika
and Franklin to console each other.
And this was the first impression"
which she succeeded in making upon her
unknown cousin!
WAS it my fault that Frank liked me
better than your" Zuleika asked her SIS
ter six weeks afterward "You needn't
scold me because am engaged to be
married before you He chose for him
self, didn't he?"
1T was the fault of your BEES" said
angry Rosamond. Il believe you kept
them there on purpose"
Wont you speak one kindly, loving
word to me, Rosamond, now that | am
so happy" whispered Zuleika Say
that you rejoice in my good fortuner'
But Rosamond remained stubbornly
silent.
II don't think" said Betsy Blair, the
housekeeper, that poor Miss Zuleika
ever knew what it was to be really loved
or looked after until she was engaged to
Mr.. Frank. The professor meant well.
but he'd no eyes for anything but his
books. And Miss Rosa-oh, she was a
regular tyrantl And yet at the weddin
everybody was sayin', What very
amiable person Miss Jefferd is, and what
relief it must be to her 70 git that
troublesome younger sister of hers mar
ried off. Oh the injustice of the
worldr'
Her gossip, old Mrs. Hale shook her
cap borders.
''lt's what we must expect this side o
the promised landT' said she senten-
Observation-Disclosures Saturday Night.
His Misbehaved Limb.
"a cork leg is no end of n bore" said the
man who litOnad tsTuSt think of itt I