Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1897-05-01

Inc idSt seuleHce was cneeriuliy
spoken. Mrs. Leveen looked at her
nephew's rudy cheeks and sighed.
Il do wish, Percy" she said, gent
ly. that you could have found some
one In Greenwich. That part OF Hud- |
son street where thcae people live Is
way beyond the outskirts of the old
village. out where the hog fields were
till the immigrants began to settle
around us"
But what's the difference, Aunt
Martha? It's all one now. There
amt no Greenwich any more. It's all
just New York City, SO what is the
use OF pretending?"
The impatience In the young mans
tone amazed his aunt almost as much
as the sentiment he uttered. Never be-
fore mad he failed to show her respect.
TN the contrary, the humbleness of his
demeanor had been a grievance to her;
II did not become one of her own blood
TO manifest the same awe before her
that an ordinary Ninth-W arder did.
h old lady Strengthened in her
chair, the lines about her mouth stiff
fened, and her eyes glistened like her
knocker, as she answered:
Percy Dean, You forget to whom
you are speaking. You forget yourself,
sir. and your good breeding is evil
IDENTIFY suffering from the associations
you permit yourself"
Percy was frightened. The last time
he had been rebuked in this temper by
his aunt was when he was a boy. He
meant no offense.
Il beg your pardon, Aunt Martha"
he murmured.
Mrs. Leyeen took her knitting from
the table and worked busily at it till
she was quite calm. She looked up after
every few thrusts of her needle, indig-
nantly at first. then eoldly, and finally
the habitual expression Of kindness re-
turned to her face.
Il dare say you are in a hurry to go
to town, Percy, and ] shall not detain
you much longer. You may tell me
something about this young-this girl.
How old is she?"
"She is going on 10, Aunt Martha"
is she cultivated. educated? Come,
Percy. tell me all about her"
"She went through the grammar
school, ] think, but she had to work
after that. So she can't play the piano
or sing. but she is a nice girl and can
tend the house and cook, now that her
mothers dead"
That's right: she ought to be able
TO manage her husbands household.
But tell me more about her. Is her
x-nfna rnfr ora hnr ,a,aA~. nnrtta so
she modest? Describe her to me, my
dear. Is she pretty?"
Percy was encouraged by the few
words of approval he had won.
Aunt. she's a beaut', that's"
What do you say. a what?"
Il mean she's a beauty. She's got
blue eyes. blonde hair and the incest,
biggest reddest cheeks. She amt what
you would call quiet; she's more live
~ like. You ought to hear her laugh
when we're down on the docks nights
with the rest of the crowd. I'll bel
you could hear her across the river in
Hoboken. And jolly? If she gets a mug
as is too fresh she can jolly him along
to beat the band. But she's on the lev.
ell, too. She does the square thing by
her old man every clip. The house.
work has to be done before she's in
for the game. And she slaves for hel
little sisters and brothers, just slave:
for them, and yet she does 1t as willing
But then she's good to everybody; al.
ways ready TO help u with worl
when neighbors are behind or sick OF
have company. and she sticks up fol
horses and cats and all like that. Yol
wouldn't believe she was that way
though, to see her at a ball or dancinl
on excursion boats up the river. She
a good locker and a good dresser, ant
when she's out in full rig-well, say
she's a sight. The other fellows lon
do nothing when we're out"
Percy stopped short. Mrs. Lever
had risen suddenly and she stood cree
before him, tall and white and proud
why. Aunt Marthar' he exclaimed
THAT'S enough, Percy. Thank you
, / see have been wrong, all wronl
i'm this matter from the first. You shall
: have your way, for ii is right. / con
sent"
20. Aunt Martie," he cried, springin
up and seizing her hand to kiss, II ar
so glad. But | knew you would afte
e hearing about her. And say, aunt. 20
e ought to see her once. You couldn'
help but like her and admire he
Everybody in the ward does. Why, d
a YOU know what they call her. the me
down at the Grapevine? The way yo
s looked then made me think of !
They call her the Pride of Greenwic
$ Village."-New York Evening Post.