Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1893-09-15
Nc IN PAPER BAGS
Is going to marry Yum.Yum.

els going to marry Yum-Yum,
going to marry Yum Yum, Yum-Yum
going to marry Yum-Yum.
last note is drawled out in mis-.
httempt at profound bass by
shest, sweetest, clearest voice in
lid, and is followed by a silyery
laughter SO like birds joyous
at for a moment l am inclined to
1t is only continuation of the
Of the little songsters that have
singing outside my window all
Ing. But moments reflection
noes me otherwise, and rise slow.
pm my desk, where / have been
Egling all morning with perplex.
ccount book, and glance out of my
low in the direction whence the
ID proceeds.
is one of the loveliest, sunniest May
The sky is cloudless-blue. The
lard is powdered with snowy apple
soms, which last nights rain has
hed from the trees. and standing un.
them, rifing them of their remain.
glories, are my sister Genevieve and
devoted lover, Charley Somers. This
T. Ming man has been. to Use the house
bids expression, hanging around
eye for many months, and while he is
b particularly brilliant nor particular
wise, he is good and kind, and what ia
ore-at least to us in our financial en-
rrassments-rich.
We've has many admirers, for she is
yey and winsome, but willful in the
ktreme, At present her choice seems
waver between this, young man and
bother-a Professor Moore, in our col
+ ge-which college is the pride and de-
<ght of our village. The latter met
feneyieye last season at famous water
BE- place, whittier she had been taken by
be of our friends, a gay, worldly woman
fho delights to act as chaperon to lovely
Dung girls, as an excuse for mingling
the gayeties of such places herself,
nd then when the season is over allows
hem to drift back to their quiet, dull
puntry homes and narrow, sordid lives.
Whether this is wise or useful expert
pee for young girls | very much doubt,
! ut at any rate it has not spoiled Gene
sieVe She comes back to us fresh and
lay and smiling as ever; takes up the old
burdens with only an occasional out
Preak when some pressing economy is
|eeded, or something which she considers
Specially mean has to be done because
pierre isnomoney with which to do better.
We are very poor. My mother died
Fhen We've was three years old and our
brother still baby. To me these chill
lren are my life. For their dear sakes
10 sacrifice is too great. Our old coun-
ny home is lovely and comfortably fitted
Up, but when my father died, five years
lgo, we found ourselves almost destitute,
With only the barest pittance for an in
ome' This am trying bravely to exc
'ut until our boy is old enough to put
lis shoulder to the wheel. Anything to
ieep the old home together and keep my
oVely young sister under my wing,
ather than send her out, in her beauti-
I'll freshness, to labor for her daily bread
md grow hardened in so doing.
We have the most absurdly ridiculous
neknames. was christened Elanor in
ne delusive hope, Isuppose, that / would
TOW up into a tall, stately princess, to
10 credit and honor to the house. But,
las! like many human hopes-all vain!
% the whole neighborhood Miss Elanor
west is only dumpy, stout little spin
Ter with glasses awry on her nose and
n everlasting account book in her hand.
later IN life Genevieve dubbed me Eve,
'ecause of my inordinate curiosity-still
aIer Adam, because, she asserted laugh
ugly had the curiosity of Eve and
Auam combined. So this latter has
rown to be my constant appellation.
We nave all sorts of quaint names for
IT. The boy was christened Ethelbert,
~ IN my younger days, acting as a
no'ner to him, called him Treasure
nOstly' This soon shortened into
lredge" in our familiar, affectionate
way; SO Tredge he is, and Tredge he
WI IL, De to the end of the chapter.
,. uiancing out of the window l see
'ieVe and Mr.. Somers sauntering slowly
Oward the house. She is bright and
moody and desperate looking.
ieVe swings her broad hat carelessly
= hef arm, and l see that the wicked
III mas decorated the poor young man
'i'n apple blooms until he looks like a
erltable Bottom. But / also see that
= = ~ nercely plucking them off, and as
aey pass through the hall the floor is
!, with the delicate, dainty things
,nich he has cast from him. She gives
10 wicked glance as they pass my
W WI While he bestows upon me courte-
~ cool-very cool-good morning,
\ hlanor," and hurries out through
ue gate. Genevieve rushes in with a
oisterous:
We'll, Ad, who nextg'
oh' Vieve," l say ruefully, "that
Jung man has gone and done it again,
know"
~ ne has, dear old Ad," she admits.
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