Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-10-14
LIVING In PAPER BAGS.
or he's going to marry Yum.Yum,

nc koliik 10 marry 4 utn- \ um, Y UNI Y I'M
He's going to marry Sum-Yum.
This last note is drawled out in mis-
erable attempt at n profound bass b,
the freshest, sweetest, clearest voice il
the world, and is followed By silver,
peal of laughter so like birds ioyou
trill that for a moment am inclined I,
think it is only a continuation OF Tn,
chorus of the little songsters that hav,
been singing outside my window al
morning. Ir' . moments reflection
conyinces Eie utiIerwI Ise. and rise slow
ly from my desk, where | have beer
struggling all morning with a perplex
ing account book. and glance ont of m,
window In the direction whence the
sound proceeds.
II is one of the loveliest, sunniest Nav
days. The sky is cloudless-blue. The
orchard is powdered with snowy apple
blossoms, which last nights rain has
washed from the trees. and standing un.
der them, rifiing them of their remain.
ing glories, are my sister Genevieve aud
her devoted lover, Charley Somers. This
young man has been, to use the house.
maids expression, hanging around"
We've for many months, and while he is
not particularly brilliant nor particular.
ly wise, he is good and kind. and what is
more-at least to us in onr financial EN-.
barrassments-riCh.
We've has many admirers. for she is
lovely and winsome, but willful in the
extreme. AT present her choice seems
to wayer between this young man and
another-a Professor Moore, in our col.
lege-which college is the pride and de-
light of our village. The latter met
GeneYieye last season at a famous water.
ing place, whittier she had been taken by
one of our friends, a gay, worldly woman
who delights to act as chaperon TO lovely
young girls, as an excuse for minglinn
IN the gayeties Of such places herself,
and then when the season Is over allows
them to drift back to their quiet, dull
country homes and narrow, sortlid lives.
Whether this is wise or useful expert.
ence for young girls very much doubt.
but at any rate it has not spoiled Gene
We've. She comes back to Us fresh and
gay and smiling ms ever; takes up the old
burdens with only an occasional out.
break when some pressing economy is
needed, or something which she considers
especially mean has to be done because
there sno money with which to do better.
We are very poor. Ny mother died
when We've was three years old and our
brother still baby. To me these chill.
dren are my life. For their dear sakes
no sacrifice is too great. Our old coun-
try home is lovely and comfortably fitted
up, but when my father died, five years
ago. We found ourselves almost destitute.
with only the barest pittanee for an in
come. This | am trying brayely 10 exc
out until our boy is old enough to put
his shoulder to the wheel Anything TO
keep the old home together and keep my
lovely young sister under my wing.
rather than send her out, in her beauti-
full freshness, to labor for her daily bread
and grow hardened in so doing.
We have the most absurdly ridiculous
was christened Elanor in
the delusive hope, Isuppose, that would
grow up into tall, stately princess. to
do credit and honor to the house. But,
alas like many human hopes-all vain!
10 the whole neighborhood Miss Elanor
West is only dumpy, stout little spin
ster, with glasses awry on her nose and
an everlasting account hook in her hand.
Later in life Geneyieve dubbed me Eve,
because of my inordinate curiosity-still
later Adam, because, she asserted laugh.
ngly, | had the curiosity of Eve and
Adam combined So this latter has
grown to be my constant appellation.
We have all sorts of quaint names for |
her. The boy was christened Ethelbert, |
but IN my younger days. acting ss a
mother TO him, called him Treasure" |
Mostly. This soon shortened into |
'Tredges in our familiar. affectionate
way: so Tredge he is, and Tredge he
viii be to the end of the chapter.
Glancing out of the window | see |
We've and Mr., Somers sauntering slowly |
oward the house. She is bright and |
moody and desperate looking.
We've swings her broad hat carelessly |
m her arm, and l see that the wicked |
,irl has decorated the poor young man
with apple blooms until he looks like
'eritable Bottom. But | also see that
le is Hereby plucking them off. and AS
hey pass through the hall the floor is
itrewn with the delicate, dainty things |
which he has cast from him. She gives
ne wicked glance as they pass my
loor, while he bestows upon me courte-
'ns, cooi-yery cool-good morning,
Mss Elanor." and hurries out through
he gate. Genevieve rushes in with
'oisterous:
Well, Ad. who nexty'
"oh, We've" say ruefully. "that
'oung man has gone and done 1t again,
know"
de has, dear old Ad," she admits.
Dut think this time is the last.