Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1896-03-27
HOW IT ALL HAPPENED.
BY ESTHER sERLE KENNETH.

It was dull at the Tamaracks, the grea
: house and wide acres of grassland be
longing TO Phebe's grandfather, ole
Squire Rane Thrifty jimmy would sci
the house in order by O'Clock and re-
tire to her bedroom adjoining the kitch.
en- 10 braid straw, after which there
would be no sound on the premises for
hours. The midday Lunch would be
eaten as in dream, supper appear by
enehantment; so, without hustle of life,
we're the quiet days at the Taniaracks.
The squire was old and did not like a
noise, and old Jimmy was used to his
ways 1t seemed to 18-year-old Phebe
sometimes that the rust of this life was
eating into her very soul. She had come
from New York an orphan, two years
before, and, because her grandfather
graciousiy gave her home, had earnest
ly sought to adopt herself to the ways
of the house.
Yet. but for the garden she would have
died. The garden was beautiful with |
its Towering shrubbery, and rank vines
of rose, woodbne and trumpet flower
The beds she could do as she chose
with. the squire said; so she had border
ed them with pinks, and set them full of
verbenas and geraniums.
She had triangle of hearts ease and
a circle of English violets, and there was
a little arbor, covered with blue wiste-
ria, wherein she sat to sew, and wherein
she had made her grandfather a whole c
set of fine shirts. /
But the shirts were done, the gerani-
inns and heart's-ease cultivated to the Y
asst degree of perfection, and the Au-
,uet days began to seem interminable to :
'hebe. Il
She put tile yellow old sitting room in .
rider, and then sat down idly in it until e
he was almost crazy She went to
'alk along the bosky roads, and believed u
he could hear the trees growing in the o
ILLNESS. She read the entire volume of p
Watts hymns and wrote letters to all o
er old school friends. Then it seemed
) If something must happen, or she
lould commit some desperate act
Pretty little Phebel She looked as
'rlorn as she felt, sitting in a corner of
big, high-backed, yellow damask arm
lair, her slender, sippered feet on a TO
iaint. round foot-stool. her piouant fir,
ce in the shadow of her fair, ripping ar
.ir-all in "love-locks"--he cherry m'
outh dropped at the corners. phi
And the weather was bad enough to s'''
to blame for half of it-br zen, hot III
Us, fortnight of them, with not Pc
OPP of rain. No wonder she was ner- VI
us and sad "u
But while pretty Phebe sat adroop in Gig
, big yellow armchair there was a any
ange in the arid sky. Dark clouds
ne up from the west, and a restless .io'
nd began to stir the woodbine about uuf
easement. par
'hebe lifted herself with brighter
k, as the drops began to patter down W.T.
he drops of hurrying shower. sun
t began to pelt the garden with sho
ID will. while thunder rolled omni. SIDE
ly, and lightnings tremendous Incl
ms grew broader, until its glare fill II
the yellow sitting-room painfully WAT
II time to time 70 c
ut Phebe was not nervous or timid, wa.
rowed no trouble or fear, and finally anu
..,..,. 80, -. -, m, "twi
dbine, bright, green, and glowing 80
n, seemed trying to shake little ~
muir of thankfulness from among
multitude of leaves, while there float -
P such an incense from the garden 90 c.
a look of pleasure dawned in
be's eyes, bringing back their blue -. :.
iddenly. on the wide hall stairs, was D.,
d the tramp, tramp of heavy feet
as the young girl started up in sur -,
, two men entered and laid lifeless
at her feet 49,.
''''' . arms
,,., ,.h,.a-. ,rhoh,a h,-u. ,n,. positi
en- stepped back silently Squire '.0"'
i. -, -, ..,.A... - place
ar. uous
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save '0' '''s P'0"'~'' ',0.1e sur in fro
The ebon curls On the white fore .ha,
was sad enough. fIias
Young u" ne MhisPereu one wrists
men, at last, "But l guess he's with
for fast enough. Here comes the faster
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