The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1892-1907, 1894-02-03

all. And good deal Of pluck and char
acter, by Jove, to push on In that broken
buggy, rather than hngsr or come in .
farm cart, eh:'
''She was alone in that wheat fsld,"
said Mrs, Randolph with grim delibera-
ton, "for half An hour-she confesses It
herself-;alking with young many'
"Yes, but the others had gone for the
buggy. And. in the name Of heaven,
what would You have her do? Hide her
self in the grain said the major, des-
perately. Besides" he added with q
reeklessness he afterward regretted.
that mechanical chap they've got there
is really Intelligent and worth talking to-"
Il have no doubt she thought So"
said Mrs. Randolph, with u mirthless
smile; lin fact observe that the Amer
lean freedom generally means doing
what you want to do. Indeed wonder
she didn't bring him with her! Only, |
beg major, that you will not again in
the presence OF my daughter-and may
even say Of my son-talk lightly Of the
solitary meetings Of young ladies' with
mechanics, even though their faces were
smutty and their clothes covered with
OIL"
The major here muttered something
about there being less danger in young
lady listening to the intelligence Of
coarsely dressed laborer than to the COM
piments of a rose scented flop, but Mrs.
Randolph walked out Of the room be-
fore he finished the evident platituds.
That night Rose Mallory retired to
her room in u state Of self satisfaction
that she even felt was to a certain ex-
tent virtue. She was delighted with
her reception and with her hostess
and family. II was strange her father
had not spoken more Of Mrs. Ran
dolph, who was clearly the su-
perior of his old friend. What fine
manners they all had. 50 different from
other people she had known. There
was quite an Old World civilization
about them; really it was like going
abroad. She would make the most Of
her opportunity ani profit by her visit.
She would begin by improving her
French they spoke it perfectly and
with such pure accent. She would
correct certain errors she was conscious
Of in her own manners, and copy Mrs.
Randolph as much as possible Certainly
| there was great deal to be said Of Mrs
Randolph's way Of looking at things
| Now she thought of it calmly, there
was too much infor,nality and freedom
in American ways! There was not
enough respect due to position and cir
cumstances. Take those men in the
wheat field for example-yet here she
found it difficult to formulate an indict-
ment against them for freedom" She
would like to go there some day with the
Randolphs and let them see what COM
pany manners were. She was thoroughly
convinced now that her father had done
wrong in sending her alone: it certainly
was most disrespectful to them and care
less of him (she had quite forgotten that
she had herself proposed to her father 10
go alone rather than wait at the hotel),
and she must have looked very ridicu-
Ious in her fine clothes and tho broken
down buggy. When her trunk came by
express Tomorrow she would look ont
something more sober. She must re-
member that she was in Catholic and
|
very fine it WIS to see that priest .,
dinner in his soutane, sitting down like
one Of the family and making them all
seem like u picture Of some historical
and aristocratic romance, And Their
they were actually de Fontages
L'Hommadieri. How different he wa,
from that shabby Methodist minister
who used To- come TO see her father in q
black c-Ivat with hiieous bow. Really
there WAS something to say for a religion
that cOutaiueI So muca picturesque 70
hneIneut- for her part-but tha
will do. beg to say that | am ro
writing Of any particular snob nor fernt
nine moastrosity. but Of very charm
ing creature who WA qnite able to SAL
her prayers aftego,,.rl like n good girl
and lay her pretty Geek upon her pillow
without 4 blush.
She opened her window and lookec
out. The moon. great silver dome
was uplifting itself from blush era,
level which she knew was the distan
plain OF wheat. Somewhere in its fnids
appeared dull 5:ar. at times brighten
ing a. If blown EVon or drawn upwAsl
In Il comet Ike trail. By some odd in
stinct she t,lt that 1t was tho solitar,
forge OF the youuS inventor. and picture,
him standing before it with his alb
stracted hazel eyes IN | u face moro be
grlmed in the moonlight than ever
When did he wash himself Perhap
not until Sunday How lonely IL mus
b. ont there Sac slightly shivercd an,
turut! from the window As she die
So 1t seemed TO her that somethins
Knocked aga Hst her door from without
Opening i, quickly she was almost Ger
tain that the sound Of u rustlng skirt re
treated along tn pa7slge. II was yer,
lat,-pnrhaP7 she had disturbed tn.
nous" by sLutting her window. n,
doubt It was the mothrrly interest O
Mrs, Randolph that mpelled her {,
softly come aud look after her And To-
once her simple srrnises were correct
For not only the inspecting eyes Of he
hostess. but the amatory glances Of tn,
youthful Emile had been fastened upor
her window until the light disappeared
and even tho Holy Mission Church o.
San Jose had assured itself Of the deal
chllds safety with . large and supple
ear at her keyhole,