Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-04-27

their daily custom. And, Emily, little
delicate woman, how proud she was OF
1t all. Elvie. how Industrious and eco
nOmical: how brave, too, worthy to be
an officers wife, always alone but for
her father, patiently waiting while her
boy walked his midnight beat all
those long, cold. doubly-dangerous mid
night hours. | loved Emily Standen,
Elyie, and you know I'm not senti-
mental. There's a picture of her as
you go up to the MUSHROOM"
Il saw it, Aunt Nella; she looks like
an angel"
by and by she had an angelic COM
pany. and my little lady came 10 stay,
for she left her blue and gold carriage
on the shady porch, and Grandpa Bar
you" Aunt Helena gave herself so
much time and deliberated so like Il
connoisSeur over the clustered grapes
that | was quite impatient.
WAS it pretty-the baby, | meang"
| asked. bound to keep the subject be-
fore the house.
Not pretty; but. Elvena Parsons,
presume To say she was the most
eyed. and oliye-complexioned. like her
father, and 80 bright! And how she
grew. so wise. so precocious. She
soon ran over her fathers tiOwer-beds,
ate green grapes and 'sprinkled the
Aunt Helena explained: Not in one
year. of course, but certainly in
eighteen months. The baby had two
NJ ha
here at Aunt Nellna's and Uncle Doc
tors as she called us. and we were
proud of Zona's confidence"
What did they call her, Aunt Hell
ena 2"
Arizona. Her grandfather named
her She was very old-fashioned. deep
and set in her opinions, yet as bright
and pure as a spring Of water. She
had ideas. even upon abstruse subjects,
and, while the doctor would puzzle
her with questions, she oftener puz-
zled him with answers. ElYie. there's
nothing lovelier out OF paradise than
a little child, or deeper, either. Some
times | think maybe they are sent
down here TO sympathizs with us for
Eden,s loss, which they themselves
We're never allowed to enter She was
a dear. dear child. Sheldon Standen-
why, he fairly worshlped her little
cast-of shoes and treasured them every
one. Father and child constantly to-
gether when he was at home. When
he lay down to sleep she would awaken
and run to pillow her head on his arm
and fall asleep again, whispering 10
herself: Papa loves Zona.' II was
too fair day to last, Elyle. The dear
I nd h.,
task. 1t wasn't hard for her. but. oh.
the pain OF the lesson to u.s. She was
taken i'll and I'm one day we read the
cali in her face and knew that she
was going to leave us. If the mother
and grandfather were iuconsolable.
what can | say OF her fathery cur
fore hundred flashing guns. sat, weak
and powerless, all night, her little
hand in his. She was drowsy through
the week. but with the Sabbath chimes
she reused up and listened. Lifting
one hand she stroked his head and
looked with a wise, searching glz,
INTO his face.
Papa Shelly, she said, studying
his features lovingly. 700 don't look
bright Is day, don't 90 fee wellT She
lrew him down to her and kissed him,
moving her fingers Carsssingly over his
star; IL had been the pride Of her life.
d. 90 s'pose p'licemens up in heav-
IN wear stars, d 90 fink 50, Papa
Standen?
Yes, darling-that is-yes I think
'o,' he replied. trying to speak inteln-
gently in his distress.
Bright as 'oors, papa, d. 90 fink
Brighter than mine, IONA. He
cit himself the lowliest of the lOwly.
he most unworthy Of all the great
hiefs men. knowing his own hard
md bitter thoughts to-day.
'Eyll all shine bright. Of course.
,nly DORIS will be e brightest Pana
Shelly, because 'oo's e best officer in
G seben hunnerd p'cinc's. tncie Doc
or said 50, an 'oo's going to be a
tective or a-or a tc'ief maybe Her
ather smiled at her quaint speech.
One star differeth from another
tar In glory he unused, wiping the
from his brow.
Why, Papa Standen, why does it?'
According to the purity Of the
Ieart-beat, darling Oh. iona. little
.ona! You don't, yOu-my heart isn't
light to-day but God knows and
lie placed her hand over his eyes, Il
ave tried to be a faithful servant
md the tears fell, hot, agonizing. re-
'ellious. She removed her hand after
while and said sadly:
Don't cry. papa. dearest. say: It's
il right for IONA as 90 used to do
ghen / fe' down an 90 helped me up.
lay 1t, papa, say: 'It's all right for
,ona"' How could he? He was
umb and blind and wretched. But
he little one did not urge him further.
Isn't 90 on 'zerve duty now, Papa
nelly, how do 90 happen to stay after
inner? Did e lieuten'n say 90
Ould?
3" Yes. my darling. because you were
lex = because you wanted me be-
1use---'
" But I'm not sick. papa officer she
miled up at him. i had a pain. but
mamma and Uncle Doctor cured II
esterday night. and now it's all well.
10. I'm not sick, and I'm not going to
10 mana Hnapnuf dnpft hf