Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1903-11-05

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strength as the day advanced.
SS The orchard was a mass of
tSE.EY tossing boughs as | looked
down upon it from my window. Those
trees must have been planted by an in
spired geometrician, for the design was
such that whatever point of observa-
ton might be selected there was al
ways one tree, and only one, between
the observer and the lodge 1t seemed
perfectly easy to move a little way and
get a clear view, but at the precise in
slant when any given tree passed from
the line of vision another interposed.
The branches hung low, and the lodge
was on a hummock, so that a waving
green veil always fiuttered before it.
There was no strong temptation to
look that way, for Miss SCOTS side Of
the lodge was the nearer to the house.
and Miss Scott, by all accounts, was
not a romantic object. Nevertheless
aad acquired habit of staring down
into the orchard, and OH this particular
day the high and rising wind so tossed
the boughs that 1 had a better view
than usual. l saw Miss Scott sitting
by the door, and l made her out to be
angular, awkward and well past her
youth, yet these were guesses, for the
distance was considerable and my
glimpses momentary as the green bill
lows of the orchard rose and fell.
Presently l saw Jimmy Lamoine go
down the crooked path, and was not
surprised. He exchanged few words
with Miss Scott and then lodged round
the corner of the house, passing beyond
my vision. Half an hour later was
startled to see him coming along the
carriage way that led from the road
There was, however, no mystery in his
return by this route, for the LAY Of the
land" was such that he could have
passed from the lodge to the road with
out being visible from any part of the
house, unless perhaps the roof.
He paused just outside my window
and seemed about to deliver a remark
of tremendous Importance; then he
changed his mind and went on without
saying anything. This was one of
Jimmy's faTeCite methods of making
himself obnoxious; it was rite in his
religion of mystery, and it sometimes
grieved me sorely when he thus an
noyed me to be reminded of his sister
AS for the physical resemblance be-
tween them which Lucy Ann had men
toned, had never been able to see it
but l was beginning to be painfully
aware that there was a certain similar
ity in their ways.
1t was grotesque-the likeness Of q
fearful caricature. That which was
with Anna pretty air of reticence, the
yelling of some sweet fancy, delicious
riddle appeared in Jimmy as arrant
trickery. Thus will family trait Otter
disclose itself in varied form in the diff
ferent individuals, and beyond a doub
the prudent may now and then gair
valuable warnings in this way. But
did not wish to be warned; did nc
believe that 1t was necessary, anC
many a time l could most Willingly
have laid hand upon James not in thu
way of kindness when he performed
before my eyes this dire mockery of hi
sister.
Not long after he passed the window
l saw him going down into the orchard
again, this time accompanying Luc!
Ann and carrying In a big basket tn
luncheon for Miss Scott and the girl
| observed that Lucy Ann took out tn
portion that was Miss Scott's and tina
Jimmy then carried the basket aroun'
to the other side. So Lucy Ann did no
serve the girl; did not see her at all
What could this mean? Obviously tina
the girl was some one whom Lucy Ami
would recognize If she should see he
at close range.
jotted down this point for futur
reference. had not yet made up m.
mind that the girl was Sibyl that is.
Y had said so to myself, but something
within me had refused belief. Reall
could as easily believe, that Mis-
Jones was Sibyl. The basis Of thi
confusion was that elusive memoir
such as drives one distracted when
"a name dances upon the tip of the tongu
for hours. even for days and will no
be uttered. The girl reminded me o
somebody, and 1t seemed that II
could but think of that person all doub
would vanish. 1t did not vanish whe
thought of Sibyl.
spent the afternoon In the wood
alone, "a book of verses underneat
the bough," no loaf of bread no jug Q
wine, no girl. Yet. though lacking tn
best part of old Omar's prescription,
did not waste the hours. The free
sang well In the wind, and the odors c
: the wood were heady as wine. The
lured me away from my book; the
! made me walk many miles withor