Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1902-06-27

1 Inere was Stlll the freshness OF the
dawn In the air. and in the grass and
fern that fringed the woodland road
| along the ridge was studded with glob-
ules of dew that flashed and sparkled
in rainbow tints as the sunlight fell
upon them through the trees. A little
to one side Of the road girl with
brown hair was plucking scarlet and
black lilies and throwing them into
basket and a young man with black
hair was watching her graceful move
ments with obvious admiration as he
leaned against the rough barked trunk
of hickory tree. They were both
well looking, she in placid, gentle
way and he after the fashion OF the
southern man of the best type.
The girl looked up. 81 should think
you might help me, now that you are
here" she said, reproachfully.
"T'd rather look at you" he replied.
"and couldn't do that If | were pick
ing flowers. Besides, | want to talk
to you"
She colored under his ardent gaze,
but her eyes met his bravely. THAT
sounds selfish" she said, as II you
would rather do what you wish than
help me-"
There may be a double meaning N
that" he returned, "but I'm not go
ing to take it to myself. I'll put you
In the wrong-and pick flowers He
knelt in the patch of lilies and began
to gather them and she smiled at him
gratefully.
"And you'll be reasonable in every
thing else?" she asked.
at depends upon what you call rea-
sonable," he replied IF 1 thought that
you didn't care for me I'd be as rea-
sonable as you please. I wouldn't get
up at an unholy hour in the morning
in spite of orders and wait for you to
come out, and then follow you and
inf1ict my detested presence
ooh, Dickl" said the girl, 'and you
know how glad was to see you. But
you mustn't You must be patient"
81 think l am" he said, but why |
you won't let me go squarely. to your |
father and ask for you l can't think. |
The war is over now and it eughtn't |
to take a man more than thirty years
to realize it. l know that my dear dad
made up his mind to that long ago. |
You'll see him at the Decoration serv-
Ices to-day with bunch Of flags and
1 basket of flowers and he'll be there
because he feels like it,
Its different with him." said the
girl. you don't understand, Dick.
They were all secession people where
ne used to live and it seemed as II
hey couldn't be unkind enough to him,
when they found that he was for the
lnion. All his friends deserted him
md when he left they destroyed all
lis property, and all through the war
lie suffered so much, and he came out
Il it broken and crippled and altered
o much. They think that he Is
CURED, and l heard someone say once
hat he couldn't talk about anything
nut the war and abuse the South and
he Democrats. 1t wasn't true"
"Of course it wasn't" said the young
nan, and he added, rather lamely,
He's all right. That's what I say.
les too sensible at heart to have pre-
udices. You just let me talk to him."
lie tossed the flowers that he was
gliding into the basket and took her
ands in his. She made no effort to
elease them, but shook her head sor-
owfully. 1T would kill him." she
aid.
He dropped one hand and his arm
tole around her waist and she turned
er face to his and their lips met
] a long kiss.
Suddenly she broke away from him.
Oh, you should not have done that"