The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1892-1907, 1894-08-04
AMADO.

swore 10 keep one another in sight.
Cal went home and into leather, and
TO a desk in Wall street Now, i've
years later. | had almost run over l. '
old college mate in nv nightly mad rush
for the l. seized him by the arm and
bore him along, postponing apologies
until | had him packed into my little
up town fat and introduced 10 nv wife,
who was the dearest woman ON earth Il
me still. and who | knew could cutntor,
and console the tall Californian as
could not. for had already discovered
that Sawyer had come east IN pursuit O:
the einige Weibliche.
When dinner WAS over nv wife slipped
away 10 SEE if the baby was really sleep
ing as only such bald headed ,yrants
can. leaving Us UNNECESSARY and IRE
sponsibie nen smoking and reminisceuc-
ing In my den Of by g
Suddenly blow on the door startled
Sawyer almost out Of his chair.
His majesty wishes 10 Gene in
sad, rising and opening the door.
What a magnificent brute," exclaim-
ed SAWYER.
Not brute, il. you please, Cal, bu,
nv friend. Amado, kindly shake hands
with my old friend here and then CON-
pose yourself You know YOUR are
rather pervasive in a room of this size
Ny masrif gravely did as he WAS bid
and then settled himself a: nv side with
rhud that male the things shak+ on
the table.
That's about the only unciyillze,i
thing about him" said, laughing. He
stlll remembers that his wild ancestors
had 20 make their bed in the wilderness
and crushed the tangle Of vine and roo.
under them
Sawyer, who was quite as much o. an
animal lover as myself. krelt down be
side the dog, fairly running over his
points Of beauty and Of breeding --nis
coat Of delicate fawu. silvery on Eank
and shoulder; his breadth OF chest and
strength OF loin, the velvet bIackness Of
his mazzIe, the whlteness Of his teeth
| the clear brown of his eyes, the pure.
rich scarlet Of his tongue, the black
markings Of the mouth and the siuewy
power Of his straight, wide paws.
Where did You find sucn a maynifi-
cent dog, yo1 enviabIe fellow" asked
Sawyer as be seated himself and re
lighted his cigar.
Dear old chQm. He il getting pas
sive and rheumatic. I've owned him now
three years, and I've never vet regretted
the small fortune | had 10 pay 70 get
| him from the former owner--a persoy
| wholly unworthy 10 possess even a pug
| But It Is for better reasons than points
| or pedigree that he is beloved next ~
the boy, and even the boy can't put MS
nose ont Of joint. He was the d.us e1
machina that gave Inc my wife"
An. That sounds interesting" said
Sawyer. Tell me the whole story. I've
cOntded TO yOu my plight, and you won =,
find a better listener"
l had never before felt the least in
clination 70 babble Of my own affairs.
past or present. but if could sootha and
distract the mind of this old classrnate
that was plainly my duty. Very well,
then, here goes for 1t. You will tnd it
as mild as homeopathic pellet. but 1t
was interesting enough to me- | said
this with well affected indifference, but
was really eager to begin.
Margaret - my wife - and | had
grown up together in a little town in
southern Ohio. You know the kind per
haps--everything pastoral and reli gious,
all church and no chaperons-w where
the boys and girls were allowed the ut
most liberty, liberty, it must ~ adj
rnitted, they did not abuse, bu. used and
enjoyed with sort Of sturdy sanity and
self respect impossible in this sophistl-
Gated, crowded city of conventionalitles.
We-she aud Lived side by side and
held long and confidential conversations
over the stiff, green wire fence that - p
arated our grape arbOr from her bed Of
tea roses. | saved the last sweet, frosty
bunch for her, and at the first chill hint
Of winter helped her cover her roses
with straw, making their tall stalks in
70 queer, angular scarecrows for Jack
Frost's terrifying.
My mother was a New Highlander.
and the thirst for knowledge Of books
and men that smOldered in her breast
famed into power for her only son, and
80 was sent TO Harvard. While still a
freshman | came to regard my native
town as the vanishing point in the per
spectiye Of an ingloriOus past With
what lofty smile should have received
the hint that the dark eyed little girl
whom | had left TO tie her roses alone
might one day amply avenge all my
sights!
al concealed my t1yish deIi1b, IN I;fs