Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-10-25
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Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?"
NJ name is not Mary
Sylvia would not rhyme. You must
allow something for poetic license"
strangers call me Miss Linton"
There is where your friends have the
advantage, Sylvia being not only much
p%rettier. but also nearer the requirements
of poetry"
Sylvia's gaze did not wander from Old
Badly, looming purple IN the distance.
Il admit that Old Badly is somewhat
larger and more majestic than | am, 'bu.
he will probably stay thea till tomor-
row., and you can look at him then. This
is your last chance to look at me for a
long time"
"Will you enter a monastery, or do you
intend to wear a mask hen you go into
s~ociety?'
Neither. I ann going to San Francis
co..
Laid away in the catacombs! Live
people stay in Los Angeles"
when did you become an agent for a
Southern road?"
About the time that you were rele-
gated to a collection of geological speci-
mems and c~atalogued for San Francisco"
Having reached his crucial point they
We're silent for a moment. She still gaz-
ing at the bare summit of Ord Badly in
the distance. he looking at her sum
crowned head. SO near, and yet so inn
measurably out of reach.
I'D like to know what makes You SO
cross"
I'm not cross. I'm wretched."
"Then l am still more concerned to
know the cause
"Oh. I live in such a world Of misfor-
tune. Look at that!'
She stretched her arms tragically to-
ward a long row of China's sacred lilies.
II don't'see how anything so pretty can
be looked upon as an irretlievable calam-
ity."
"T'ha is just like your s~hallowness.
You never look at the roots of things.
If you did you would see-gophers."
"Oh!"
ct can stand like a stick and say that
myself"
"Sticks do not make remarks
"Other wooden things TO-"
Another silence, Interrupted by the APP
proach of a tall Cun@ Mexican With a
dark. brilliant face, lit by a pair of
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wide sombrero which he removed With a
wide sweep as he bowed CIV.
"Oh, Ramon. see my beautiful lilies;
thew win all die"
1.-THE gopher is sacrile gious,'' said RAJ
mon. in his low. soft southern way. II
has no respect for the sacred flower nor
-wEhat is far more wicked-.ts beautiful
mistress. He deserves TO be condemned.
See me catch h IN as we do in Mexico
You must not move nor breathe"
The young Mexican put his handker-
chief over the hole where the gopher had
entered Upon his ath of, destruction, and
lay upon the ground. After a moment OF
unbroken stiffness he began to whistle
a soft, soothing, seductive air that was
stiller than silence and vet seemed to
fill all space with music. 1t struck the
rose-tree against which Sylvia was cam
ing and was reflected softer and sweeter
than when it first tre}nlbted on the air.
1t lost itself in the wilderness of scarlet
geranium hedge around the garden and
came back heavy with bloom and fra
GRANGE. It floated over to the .nasturtiuun
that crushed the trellis with bewildering
masses of scarlet and gold and returned
in a deeper tone. II dritted to the bird
of-paradise tree and flow back as If it
had borrowed the ruby and amber BIOS
som wines that seemed lifted IN flight as
they poised quiveringly on their stems.
The .roken hillock that had been crum-
bling up toward the lilies ceased to
lene then. The movement of the earth
indicated that the gopher was retracine
it's path. In a few minutes the hand
kerchief began to rise and Ramon's hand
closed around the neck of he marauder.
He wound the handkerchief. about the
gopher and put it into his pocket.
"Oh Ramon!' ried Sylvia. You
have saved my lilies and my .ife!"
II am most happy to have performed
two such beneficient actions. A 'Dios,
Senorita.'
ly.
How very handsome Ramon is, and
how good, and what a brilliant intellect
he has!"
IAN for catching a gopher! I would
scorn to make a gopher-trap of myself"
1T wouldn't 10 any coed If you did.
You could no more catch a gopher than
you could catch an idea
Good bye. I may not come back
soon.
"Oh they never come back from San
Francisco. They just turn into paleozo-
ic vestiges and stay there"
She watched him until he assed out
through the dark Italian cedar arch
above the gateway and disappeared
urder the pepper trees. Then she look
ed straight at the dropping branches
of the eucalyptus just outside of the
garden hedge.
Il do not see why people want to plant
eucalyptus trees. They are just the
g'loomiest trees in the world. The idea
that people are improved n health by
living under a tree so dismal that all it
needs to be a tombstone is TN elusive
epitaph r~eciting the imaginary virtues OF
a departed one! 1t always makes me
want o cry to see a eucalyptus"
As Sylvia was mulch in the habit Of
doing what she wanted, she sat in the
rose arEor and cried.