Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1903-11-07

SOulP one else when MISS Jones WIS
speaking. She had ways of using
words that appealed vainly to my
memory again and again. But the clew
was nearer to me than it had been be-
fore, and presently the truth flashed
up before me-the girl reminded me
of my father
Continuing to speak when it seemed
to be my turn. but without putting any
thought into what | was saying, be
gan to arrange the evidence in my
mind. knew that Miss Jones had
come out of the orchard that morning.
but did that prove that she was the
girl? Certainly not She was Il friend
of the girl and had been her guest for
a night
She had evidently been much in my
fathers company | had found her
portrait in our house. She was SibyPe
friend. and Sihyl was the girl. My 81
rem of the lake had been Sihyl- surely
not Miss Jones' for she had not the
throat Of 1t singer.
Vet even at this time it was no easier
for me to believe that the girl was
Sihyl than to accept the conclusion that
my fathers ward sat before me there
on the grass. The girl to me, remain
ed distinct from both of them: her real
personality lowered just beyond my
mental grasp If she We're Sibyl, then
some strange transformation had taken
place; some image had effaced my con
fused recollection of the child. substi-
tuting itself instead and in such form
that l could not recognize the two as
different views of the same individual.
Returning to the consideration Of
Trask, asked myself why he had al
ways shown such feeling for the girl,
why he had sent the lilies to her?
Il give him up" said l suddenly,
speaking aloud, to my own surprise
and confusion.
Give whom upY' demanded Trask.
There was some kind of n biting
bug flying around" said l weakly,
"and had been trying to catch him"
This explanation was received with
credence, yet | felt the need of divert
ing attention.
"Trask," said /, we've fallen into a
great fit of the blues for no especial
reason that l can see, and you're the
worst of the three. Tell me candidly
what seems to you to be the matter
with this world. l speak of general
principles, of course, and not of your
private affairs"
1.-THE trouble with life" said he,
frowning, lis that a man is asked to
fight battles after they are done, to
wave his sword upon lost fields and
beg the dead of yesterday to arise and
follow him"
THAT sounds to me like some form
Of fatalism," said l.
1T is a general kick" growled Trask.
Il am not ambitious to give it philo-
sophical title. Destiny has too much
the start of a man. He arrives
among prearranged conditions and
looks around and, 10! he must cross a
lake in a boat from which his great
grandfather knocked out the bottom,
and the oars have been made wrong
by some one whom he never saw or
heard Of"
Don't you care If he's all right him
self" said voice. He'll get across"
l beheld Lucy Ann, who came softly
dIOulu the DlS DuSu III Ille Sudue Oh
which Trask was sitting.
Trask's countenance frightened re-
markably as he sprang to his feet
Il thought you couldn't come" said
he. "Your aunt was very discourag-
ing"
well, here l am" said Lucy Ann
cheerfully. Isn't this lovely?"
She sat down beside Miss Jones upon
the farther side from Trask and famed
herself contentedly with a battered
palm leaf. Her Quaker suit had been
freshly ironed and looked quite spick
and span.
Dearly beloved" said she. breaking
a silence that had fallen upon us, I'VE
are met together here upon this solemn
occasion to roll up the bright sun in
the blue sky, tie it with a string and
bury it in the cold, cold ground. What
is the matter with you folksY"
1--WE were rearranging the universe"
said l, land not doing it we'll"
ITS queer" said she, that the man
who is least fit to do it Is always the
one that wants to. / should think a
Respondent fellow would know that he
oughtn't to try, If you'll take your
pencil and go to work, Mr.. Trask, you
won't feel that way. The reason why
the world was made in six days-such a
terrible lot to do in so short time-was
so that it might be a cheerful place to
live in, being the product of hard work.
That shocks your orthodoxy. doesn't
it?'' she added, taking Miss Jones'
hand with a quick, childish movement,
There's nothing SO shocking as your
own creed stated by a hereto, You
must know that I'm an agnostic. Mr..
Terry. I've read one book about 1t all
through. Another would kill me-"
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