Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1896-06-27
A ROMANTIC GIRL.
ny Emily Barton.

his ardent gaze irVih uei cses 40
| spoke,
IF all the riches in the world We're
| ON one side of the scales and just your
| love ON the other she answered, Win
| The vibration of deep feeling in her
| voice, You know which Would weigh
| the more with my heart.
..But my father may never reient.
He vows he will have no long-haired
poet in his house. or for his heir.
she laughed obdurate fathers to
seorn-not angrily. but merrily.
..Oh. my dear. my dear. she cried.
..Why do you waste time talking OF
| fathers? See the sunshine on the Wa
Ter. Come where we can feel 1.-THE
air, the light. Come.
NO. Helen. I'm not coming now.
said Robert, with sudden nrnness.
You must see the situation as ~ Is.
Here am |. loving YOU MY father
raised me as rich men raise their sons.
Now he says that unless | give up
what he calls my tomfool literary am
billions and 20 back to Furnaceyille 10
learn about the smelling OF iron, he'll
neither give me an allowance now or
make me his heir Your father natur-
alIy enough. refuses to treat with a
sutton who has no other assets than
sonnet in his pocket. And love you
The conclusion seemed perfectly rel
eyant TO Helen. She looked at him
with eyes swimming in tenderness and
trust and pride. She smiled AT him
sunnily through them. Her voice
trembled as she spoke. though her
words We're TESTING.
Go coin your sonnet into crust.
she said, land bid me share Il with
yor. and / shall be happy. Happy-do
you understand? Happy. And that Is
all you want--my happiness.
He caught her face between his
hands and looked adoringly at her.
Then he said. with sudden foreboding:
Helen, Helen. are YOU sure II Is II
Are you sure you love meme, and not
merely the situation. the romance:
Now. sir" said Helen. tossing her
head. while righteous indignation dried
the tears in her eyes. you are insult
ing me"
Haen's father unintentionally fan
ned the flames OF love. He forbade
his daughter to see Robert.
you have right TO forbid Robert
your house" said the young woman,
| in grand. heroic style. but you cannot
prevent my seeing him. ! assure You
/ shall. Your treatment of me justi-
| fies It,"
Don't make fool Of yourself.
Helen" advised her father. ''or I'll for
i bid You the street. What has that
feather-brained young man to live onT'
He's a genius, and he is perse-
cuted."
He's a young idiot. l hope bread
and-water diet win bring him to his
senses. See here. Helen! | don't OBJ
ject to the young fellow, IL you love
him, though heaven alone knows why
you should. But I'm not going to have
| you marrying a pauper. and I'm not
| going to aid and abet him in disobedi-
ence TO his father. III you'll persuade
him to be sensible now"
You do not know your daughter,
sir. said Helen, her bosom swelling
with the proud consciousness that here
was dramatic occasion. and that she
| was heroine equal TO it, Heaven
forbid that / should advise the man /
love to his own business! Did you
actually believe that | would try 10
persuade him to turn from his odes to
iron ore-to fetter his genius. to-"
$50 to your room, Helen. and pack
your trunk. We start for Florida to-
morrow Numbered the old gentle
man.
But later he compromised on a
month at Lakewood. New Jersey. He
knew that the lovers exchanged daily
letters. each bidding the other be OF
good cheer. With a feeling Of helpless
ness he observed Helen's pride and
glory in her martyrdom.
The little fool is positively radiant
over her misery" he said to himself.
"She fancies she's a heroine. Con-
found old HOMEGROWN, Why doesn't
he give his son some money and let
him spend II printing his poetry
When they came back 10 the city the
romance was at its height. Helen
placed lamp before her curtained
window. and at night Robert patroled
the pavement, gazing at 1t as a shrine.
They wrote long letters, though they
did not carry out their intention OF
meeting clandestinely. And Helen
was radiant with joy because her ro-
nance was progressing.
. a
Robert had been i'll I'm his boarding
house. His father had come. had seen.
and yielded.
Bob. my boy" he said, "be what
ever sort Of a fool you choose. I'll NOT
be one any longer"
And Robert. weakened BY Illness.
was won by kindness. as he had NOT
been by harsh usage.
III come back to Furnaceyille." no
said. ''and ! will learn the business.
Poetry will be side issue"
| WhereupoD there was much rejoicing
among the elders, but Helen was IN
accountably cold
Robert recovered. There was no
more martyrdom. He called when he
would. He discussed the tariff. tho
gold deficiency and the bond issue with
her father. He came to dinner. He
went to the opera with her. He no
longer had to look to her lighted win.
dow In order to feel near her. The
days OF Helen were remarkably like
those OF any other Young woman upon
whom fortune had smiled. They wear.
led her. Robert had been persecuted
genius, she reasoned. He was no
longer prosecuted. BY feminine logic
ne was no longer a genius. She had
been martyr because she loved. She
was no longer martyr. Did she M
longer love? Feminine logic faltered
She wept. 'She was disappointed I'm
him. she told herself And finally told
him &c.