The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-12-07
HER LOVE LETTERS.

lbllOl rUbU NntIt STU MOIkfu anu
found a company Of boys and girls con
gregated round the doorstep Of the tall
tenement house in which she rented one
small back room. They were hooting
and jeering at man seated in his shirt
sleeves ON the doorstep placidly smok-
ing huge German porcelain pipe. The
man did not seem in the least disturbed
at their jeers and shrieks, but smoked on
with his eyes fixed upon the one strip Of
sunset sky visible above the gIimy roofs.
Jeanne pushed her way in.
What's the natter"
yah, Dutchyl INT e bloomin
soft? Give boy shillin to go and
fetch IN somethin to eat and is with
ere for mi INT e a style? Wonder
'ow long he'll w'itel'
"Who is heY"
"a blooming Dutchyl r carn't
speak no English, . arn't- as to mike
signs-and nobody ere Can't speak
nothink else. INT q softy?"
The girl paused and looked at the
man. There was something in his pa
tent attitude that aroused her pity.
Some softer remembrance of the days
before she came TO this great, wicked
London came over her The man 3 eyes,
SO blue, clear and bi light, and the healthy
tinge of his wholesome face smote upon
her with pang of recollection of the
honest Scottish faces she had left with
contempt for their content when she
had started forth to see life in London.
She went up to the man and signed
to him to follow her indoors. She tried
to mako him understand that he had
been robbed. The soft, gentle tones
that answered her were quite unintelli-
gible. He smiled, shrugged his shout
doris, spread his hands and looked at her
with that calm trustfulness one sees in
dogs and children.
She smiled, nodded, pointed up the
stairs and then ran out Of the house.
She returned with loaf of bread and
a half pound of sausages for him and
roll for herself. She would make that do.
He was a stranger, alone and friendless.
She put the things in his hand, point
ing down the street as If to indicate that
she had brought the things from the
her hand and raised il to his lips. The
action was so simple. so grateful that
she felt ashamed and ran up the stairs
TO her own room.
Her comfortless breakfast Of a dry
roll the next morning made her a little
regretful of her charity the night be-
fore. He must shift for himself. as |
have had to do, " the thought, and she
went out to her days work.
When she returned in the evening,
she found him standing outside his
door. He bowed and smiled, opened his
door and showed his various purchases
on his table He had evidently found
his way round to shops. She went up
the stairs, feeling the least little bit dis
appointed that he did not require her
help any more. He seemed different
from the jaded, vulgar men and wom-
en- she came i'm contact with in her city
life. The air of the fields seemed to
cling TO him still. She thought as she
toiled up the weary stairs how sweet
the country must be looking now. Was
the sun shining on the hills at home
and making the waters of the loch
sparkle, the bonny hills that she would
never see again. Friends were dead,
and TO tailoress at i2 shillings week
it was indeed far cry to Lock Awe.
Something was on her table. little
sketch Of sweep of wide hills with fiji
forests clineing TO their sides, a little
cluster of houses with wide overhang
ing roofs and shutters to the windows
A figure was standing in the doorway
of ono of the houses.
That is his house." said jeanne I,
herself. What funny thing to do, I,
give me picture of III | wish | coult
send him back one of Loeb Awe and oui
house up on the braes. -
The next day was Sunday. She usu
ally passed the morning in bed. tire,
out with her weeks work. When sh,
came down about the middle of the day
she met him coming in, evidently in hi
Sunday best Could he have been Il
church? Well, il was clear he had no
learned the manners OF Eureka cour
yet.
/. She tried TO express her thanks b.
looks and smiles. He seemed to under
stand and laughed, and then she fel
with a quick touch Of dismay that h
glanced in surprise at her untidy dres
and tcusled hair. jeanne did not tidy
/. herself until afternoons; then in n
enormous hat and feathers and muc
becurled head she perambulated the ad
jaccnt streets in company with girls G
her acquaintance. not yet vicious, onl
q ignorant vain and craving for a littl
OF that happiness which seems to al
girls their birthright.
=, That same hair was in papers now
! sho blushed as she recalled the fact
her hands We're grimy, her face III
washed. His eyes noted il.
They did not meet again during III
week, but next Sunday morning foun
Jeanio with her hair out of papers an
her hands washed. She was lettering
! the street corner when he came back
: his spruce clothes. She gave him
. pert nod. She felt annoyed with hi
for some unknown reason and that evel