Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1893-03-25
A FORTUNATE MISTAKE.

take it to Staunton, he'll only laugh.
am not cut out for an artist; neither
can | get even bread and cheese, let
alone an income to marry on, out OF
literature. I'm sure that was a capital
tale / sent to the editor Of The Snow
flake last week. and he just sent it
back with the old insult. that I've
got so used to declined with thanks. :
| really don't know what / can turn
to, brought up to nothing. and ex-
pecting a fortune; it's hard enough
for fellows to make position, who
have studied from hoyhood. with
everything in their favor l must
either enlist or emigrate; but there,
III go and talk to my pretty Mabel.
Thank heaven. can still see her
bright face occasionally
A few minutes later. Bob Morgan
was sitting on the trunk of an old
tree, on the outskirts Of the wood.
with his arm round the waist of a
pretty girl, his betrothed wife, whom
he was now obliged to meet secretly.
in consequence of his loss OF fortune.
She did not look mirthful herself
tonight; her eyes were heavy with
tears recently shed, and her pretty
mouth was even now Guiyering with
partially suppressed grief.
Why, my darling little May" Bob
was saying. What is the matter?
The sight OF your bright face clouded
makes me feel as if the world were
wrapped in gloom. this fair summer
evening
oh, dear Bob. am 50 unhappy.
You remember me telling YOU that
MIR. Falkland an old friend Of papa's.
had come TO stay with US on a visit?
Well. it il too dreadful, Bob; mamma
says he wants to marry me, and that
if do not say yes, when he asks me,
we shall be ruined"
To marry you, Mabelr' exclaimed
Bob Indignantly. The old fright.
how dare hep Why. didn't you tell
me that he was eighty?n
''Oh no, Bob. but he is over sixty.
and that's quite as old, think. said
Mabel illogically.
And what does your mother mean
about being ruined?" asked Bob.
"Oh, don't quite understand it,
answered Mabel thoughtfully. ..Some-
thing about mortgage, which papa
let him have"
well, mortgage. or ruin, or what
ever else happens, Mabel, don't let
them brighten you into marrying
your grandfather We can run away
together, and live on fifty pounds a
year, first" said Bob, stoutly: and
then followed much loving talk and
many castles in the air. for Bob's
presence seemed to bring back all
Mabel'5 Observation-Disclosures
But when she had left him, and he
returned 10 his home alone. all the
fears and anxieties he had shaken
off, returned with ten-fold force.
II know what you are capable Of,
my good Mes. Walton he solilo-
quized. apostrOphizing his mother-in-
law elect Its quite possible that
the mortgage story is all made up, to
try and brighten my poor little girl
into the idea that she is making a
noble sacrifice of herself. for the ben
eft Of the others. And / suppose that
horrible old fellow follows her about,
and grins ut her.and forces his odious
presence on her, when he ought to be
thinking Of his grave, the old villain.
He's sure to be coarse old brute, for
all the money was made in trade"
Bob felt all the contempt for such
2 sordid manner Of amassing wealth
that the son OF an over-worlzed rector
with large family and small sti-
pond, would naturally feel.
Next day, he went off and had an
interview with Jenny, the odd man
st Walton lodge, with which pre-
tentiouB name Mrs. Walton had Dig
nified her small house. Bob used to
be a fayorite Of old Jemny's, on ac-
count Of the numerous packets Of
tobacco, etc, which found their way
from his pockets TO the old mans, be-
fore Mrs. Walton had forbidden him
the house, on account of his altered
prospects.
From Jenny, Bob learnt that the
old gent. as the odd man designated
the rich man. would probably go
down TO fish ia the mill stream, be-
tween breakfast and luncheon. i
Thanks, Jenny, and now tell me
exactly What be is like, " said Bob.
But this information Jenny was
not able 10 impart with much success,
so Bob felt ne would have to trust to
chance 10 show him the right man, if
moro than one old gentleman should
select tho same time and place for his
fishing
.Ah. there he is,'' said Bob to him
self as he deserted solitary figure
on the bank.
But when he drew nearer. he was
not at all sure of his man This gem
tleman was a jolly sprightly-looking
man OF ffty-hve, with an air of refine
ment about him which could hardly |
have belonged to trader.
Bob drew out his easel and set up |
ali his paraphernaIia ready to sketch, /
feeling oil the courage Of last night .
deserving him.
..Good-morninQ. Hone Won will he |