The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1901-12-12
HOW OLD SANTA WILL COME in THE NEW CENTURY.
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A DISAPPOINTMENT.


ment.
had recently returned from abroad
and had been called upon by duty to
journey down to the deserted village of
Mayburn to pay proper respects to my
aunt and to make the acquaintance of
the cousin who had just left school.
had never seen her before, except
perhaps as baby but could picture
her exaotly-dressed in the vile coun-
try style, very likely freckled, and a
wearer of spectacles; crammed to the
throat with new education and iudivid-
uality Of women doctrine certainly.
And, of course, for aunt possessed no
tact at the best of times, l should be
left alone with this interesting female
for the greater part of hot summer
afternoon. She was IS, too-a most
offensive age.
Well. 1 should have to be polite and
talk to her and aunt of my experiences
abroad, and then, if had luck, could
plead the excuse of dinner in town and
escape by an early train.
The train jolted itself to stsndstill.
A crowd of loafers posed as professional
eyesores in front of grimy inn and
commented upon my appearance. What
place
A stupid looking servant told me
that the ladies were in the garden, SO
to the garden, grumbling, I had to go.
Certainly it was all awfully pretty. 1
began to wonder how 1 was looking.
you've never met Ida before, Phil
Up, " L heard aunt saying. "Well, here
she is"
believe said something. I might
have remarked upon the weather, but
am not sure. I know that there was a
lot Of gold, fluffy hair and some blue
eyes.
81 must leave you to entertain each
other for few minutes. You will hear
the luncheon gong out here" And the
old lady withdrew. Really, aunt has
wonderful tact.
We began to talk. Inever found talk
ing come so easily. $50 you really are
my oousin?"
81 believe am. But hope you don t
mind. It's not my fault, you know"
A funny little smile quivered round her
mouth. She covered it up with white
rose.
II didn't think you'd be a bit like
what you are, - said wildly.
People never are what you expect
them to be. I'm sorry you're disap-
pointed.
"I'm not. think you 're'- I didn't
know what to say.
WHAT" She certainly was laugh
ing now.
"Indescribable
Her face was half buried in the rose,
and two bright eyes looked at me over
the petals. "I've known lots of girls
indescribable. They weren't all nice.
Some were horrid. But you must have
been disappointed-really. There are
pleasant appointments, just as much
as there are unpleasant ones"
In what way were you disappointed
when you saw me?"
II saw your last photograph"
1t was an awfully libelous one," I
fastened to say.
1t was. 1t fiattered you horribly. I
wonder you weren't ashamed of it,"
Il was; not because it flattered me. :"
I'm glad you admit that. 1 have
one or two theories, you know. One
must have little excitement"
"What is this particular theory?'
THAT men are vainer than girls. No,
you're not TO say anything, it would
lead to an argument, and that wouldn't
be fair. 1t doesn't need a reply, does
it?''
"No, suppose not"
I've quite proved my point, haven't
II"
"Ratherp' somewhat absently, be.
cause was wondering how could miss
the last train from May burn that even
ing.
believe must have moved. Any.
how she seemed nearer.