Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-06-05
CHAPTER Iv.-CoSTrSUED).

IT can do mile on the cinder track
In $50 and across country in $40, but
how is that to help me? l might be a
cricket professional. but it is not a very
dignifed position Not that I care a
straw about dignity. you know, but
should not like to hurt the old lady
feelings"
Your aunt's?"
Yes, my aunt's. Ny parents were
killed in the mutiny, you know, when
I was a baby, and she has looked after
me ever since. She has been very good
to me. I'm sorry to leave her."
But why should you leave herr"
They had reached the garden gate. and
the girl leaned her racket upon the top
of it, looking up with grave interest at
her big. white-fianneled companion
Its Browning" said he.
"Whatw
Don't tell my aunt that I said IT.
he sank his voice to a whisper-'I hate
Browning"
Clara Walker rippled off into such
merry peal of laughter that he forgot
the evil things which he had suffered
from the poet, and burst out laughing
too.
II can't make him out said he Il
try, but he is one too many No doubt
it is very stupid of me; 1 don't deny it.
But as long as 1 cannot there is no use
pretending that I can. And then, of
course, she feels hurt, for she is very
fond of him, and likes TO read him
aloud in the evenings. She is reading
piece now, rPippa Passes and 1 assure
you, Miss Walker, that 1 don't even
know what the title means. You must
think me a dreadful fool"
But surely he is not so incompre-
hensible as all that?' she said, as an
attempt at encouragement.
HE is very bad. There are some
things, yon know, which are fine That
ride of the three Dutchmen. and Herve
Riel and others, they are all right But
there was a piece we read last week
The first line stumped my aunt, and 1t
takes a good deal to do that, for she
rides very straight. 'Setebos and Sete-
bos and Setebos' That was the line"
1T sounds like charm"
mo, it is a gentleman's name. Three
gentlemen, 1 thought. at first, but my
aunt says one. Then he goes on, Think
eth he dwelleth in the light OF the
moon 1t was a very trying piece
Clara Walker laughed again
"You must not think of leaving your
aunt" she said. Think how lonely she
would be without you"
well, yes, I have thought of that
But you must remember that my aunt
IS to all intents hardly middle-aged, and
a very eligible person. I don't think that
her dislike to mankind extends to In
dfviduals. She might form new ties, and
then 1 should be a third wheel in the
coach. 1t was all very well as long as
was only a boy, when her first husband
was alive
But, good gracious, you don't mean
hat Mrs. Westmacott is going TO marry
AGAIN." gasped Clara
The young man glanced down at her
with a question in his eyes, "Oh, 1t Is
only a remote possibility, you know
said he. "Still, of course, it might hap
pen, and I should like to know what
ought to turn my hand to-
II wish 1 could help you,' said Cara
But I really know very little about
,uch things However, l could talk 10
ny father, who knows a very great
leal of the world
II wish you would should be 30 glad
( you would"
saThen I certainly will And now l
must say good night. Mr.. Westmacott,
or papa Will be wondering where
I'M"
Good night, Miss Walker" He
pulled on his flannel cap, and stalked
way through the gathering darkness
Clara had imagined that they had
..,v +he Loot ~, tho lawn but looking
Jack from the steps which led up TO the
french windows, she saw two dark
Irures moving across toward the
.ouse As they came nearer she could
distinguish that they were Harold Den
-er and her sister Ida The murmur
+ their voices rcse up to her ears, and
hen the musical little childlike laugh
Which she knew so well. I am so de-
Ighted." she heard her sister say. so
LEASED and proud. I had no idea Of It.
.our words were such a surprise and
oy to me. oh. am so glad"
us that you, Ida?"
~Oh. there is Clara I must go In, Mr.
Denver. Good night
There were a few whispered words.
laugh from Ida. and Good night.
ffss Walker" out of the darkness
lara took her sisters hand, and they
assed together through the long fold
NJ window. The doctor had gone into
is study, and the dining-room was
mpty. A single small red lamp upon
he sideboard was reflected tenfold by
no plate about 1t and the mahogany
eneath IL, though it's single wick cast
ut a feeble light into the large. dimly
baA>-Dd room. Ida danced on to the