Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1896-05-23
Ip The Garrett.

The garrett was redolent OF thyme
and lavender, on the dusty rafters
hung punches OF sweet corn and sage,
their dried leaves pointing like With
cred and prophetic fingers into the
dusky stiffness behind them Huge,
mysterious bags with waists girded
nv Irvine swayed backward and for
ward In the breeze, like uneanny old
women. bent ON suicide. Here aud
there was scattered wreekage OF the
past; haircloth chairs, intirm Of leg
trunks h.aFing on their horSe-hide
sides brassgs- uslGied evidence that they
were once the property of l. II. pr
u. c.-lnitials brighter than the mem
ory 81 their owner and other para
phernalia OF bygone days
Al this costly drstriness, however,
ONLY served as background for a
radiant tigure before this crneketi thif'
ror In the ,iecrepit dressing tai,is The
LAY Of the departing snnstine thE"ash
the open, eobwebts-d dFApei Wit'
COW, revealing her IN all her loyilns.ss,
as il did the lnylslAe world Of dnnills
NOTES \ CHEST from tile iapt. sht
seemed in the quaint gnrb 81 van
Ished generation. The short'waistsh
Iown OF faded pink elasped hsr as
tt,Iiherly AS ever II csasped her hsnnu'
full great great aunt-lanra; her hnlr,
too. hnd been OF softest brown. rip
pling into gold In the light, and the
lips 80 long silent had been pomtins
nna red. like those which smiled from
the glass. The Rirl curved her SLENDER
| figure this way aud that before the
| glass, her white shoulders cleaning
In Its shhdOwy depths.
| And they say. l hook as great great
| Aunt Laura dbl. she mnrtnured softly
yet nearly ONE hundred years lie
! sunken between Us. Just the same size.
\ loo. Mine. Rachel might have ttttrti
/ Till. 10 me herself. and Dick says
| and her her musing tpne grew tender
my eyes are like the eyes In the
miniature. He ought To know, hr has
looked into them often enough. And
| she. too, had lover She took .
1 few uiinuet steps brfsrc the mirror
"T0 think that lowers arm 0Iiee
/ claspTd this softly tinted waist. anal
they are dust. The faded gown has
0utliycd It's beautiful weuFeF
She leaned hrr dimpletl ehia on her
| rosy palm aud looked at herself In this
misty glass. Still she died unmarried
Never before have realized life
enough ~ wonder at her story New
| lpye and wonder That ati the wog.d
II not pFs@trnte ~ loves feet. THAT IA
her little trunk, aud la Il arr her let
teFs. Mother said ! could read them
when life had bccOms zeal to me anl
play day. Why should rot ioo.
10 them nowT'
She went down on her knees b~gnrs
the trunk. the shliumering folds % hCi
satin gown falling around hag an shs
knelt. A. she stirred the faded heal
~ papers a faint cloud % dust rise
Ike tho blown ashes Of the dead A
tiny packet of letters lay thrrr. br@isis
tlcn q yellow Journal
Correspondence seems 10 have beer
limited In those days What Kulls
less young thing Aunt fauFn tnus
have been" she ui1sgd "a shs follow y,
the erumpcsl hierugiyphics % the diary
and read alotm. In voice as swew
"a chafiinch. snatchrs hsrv ans
there from the rrcorsi u bygone days
Here Afp uoteS ahc made Iu1
eighty ycars agD to-day April 10. To
day did come To the house gnostiI
youth. fair to hook upon lie il
nephew "a The governor We wake,
together under the trees, aul never H.,
fore have found one who nntIerxtoo.
and shared my thoughts before spoken
He Is as keen to- enjoy nature ns
n bObolink llt like d flower on q sway
iug stalk before tIs as wc walked, an,
the soft breath ~ the wind carrie,
- US notes 40 low. so sweet, go ligul,
that We held our breath t0 listen. III
was rapt. Yes. he l0vcs the sights an,
sounds OF nature M I de. wauld tina
] Lad brother like him
The sweet voice murInuFcd on int
; unintcIllRthility ~ she hurried owe
tie quaint confessions ~ youthft
, heart lest IN love
All now he u counting her. I won
J der u she wishes now he could hav
, been her brother An. Aunt Ianry
, did he tell you your lips were psastn
! swectf Well. that's hnckncyrI; othc
lovers have said the same thing. IN
: dear aunt
, She turned the pages rapidly nm
read the simple tale up to the las
tragic parting They had separated /
,, lovers quarrel He was swift to M
ger and she was slow to forgive. III
NJ