Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1903-11-06

cOqueIuSnly designed and worn, too,
than the gray one.
"Are you going to give them to her
yOurself?" she asked
1t was the first utterance on either
side since we had got into the boat.
and it had an effect of suddcnness
which prevented my understanding it.
Give what to whom?' said !. "Oh,
the roses. I'd almost forgotten them"
"Well, you're a nice one.' responded
Lucy Ann. Il thought this was very
sentimental"
TT is very romantic" said l. ''These
roses are for a young lady whom l
never saw-that is, l don't know wheth-
er ever saw her or not"
That's queer" said She, with height
ened interest. You don't mean
And she waved her hand toward the
orchard, which was coming abeam. l
nodded attirmatively and then instinc-
lively glanced in the direction she had
indicated. The fair artist was almost
in the precise spot where l had first
seen her at work, but on this occasion
the umbrella planted in the ground OBJ
structed my vision even more than it
had done before. | could see the green
skirt, but not the pretty hand that
welded the paint brush until, in rest
ing, she let it fall by her side.
II wonder what's the matter with
that girl said Lucy Ann. 1T doesn't
seem healthy to me to live like that. all
alone. Goodness! She won't be young
nrr ut Il, - \
get out where there are lots of people
and where she can have a good time
I'd have a fit living the way she does
I'd feel like the poor lonesome calf
that's tethered up in our back pasture
so that the boarders can think we raise
our own milk
Perhaps she sees enough people in
the winter" l suggested.
1--we got no patience with girls that
NOPE" said she, nor with any kind of
people that get tired of the sight of
humanity. 1 don't see enough"
That's why you're so tolerant" l
replied, land so much interested, Yet,
between ourselves, l think you're right.
l came out here to be alone; wanted
to live in that house, as she does, and
yet I'm glad didn't. I'm glad to have
met Trask and Scovel and Derringer
and you, of course, and your aunt, who
Is the greatest creature of her kind ever
born"
I'm glad to hear you talk So"
answered Lucy Ann. Our boarders
rs rule are an unsociable lot We
make a speciality of that sort, but
wouldn't wish to catch their ways.
I've been afraid of it,"
Don't" said l. There is nothing
in it. Be frank, sincere, earnest, I'M
selfish, busily employed, and then you
won't nope
That's good advice" answered Lucy
Ann, "but l can't help remembering
that you are going to get roses for
another kind of girl
81 will give you one" said J.; more,
if you want them"
That isn't fair" she rejoined. Il
shall accept no fee for being your pilot.
But how will you send the roses to her,
and what put the idea into your head?
No, no. OF course l ought not to ask
such a question, and it isn't necessary,
anyhow"
"Why isn't it necessary"
II guess .eou know who she 49, said
Lucy Ann.
DO yOu?'
"Of course do
1 stopped rowing.
Now, it's no use asking me Ques-
TONS she cried Il won't tell you
anything. Perhaps you don't know,
after all. Jimmy says you don't"
Jimmy is fount of wisdom" said 1,
.'but not such a deep one as he would
have you believe. But as to the girl.
suppose make guess?"
We'll, you must think I'm pretty
shallow" said Lucy Ann. Guessing is
a child's trick, and l warn you that i
am too old to betray a secret. Ny aunt
would tether me up in the pasture with
the calf for the rest Of the summer If
did such thing"
II will not risk subjecting you to such
a fate" said l. I'VE will say no more
about it,
For matter of three minutes we said
no more about it; we preserved COM
plete silence. Then Lucy Ann remark
ed. as if it had been the result of turn
ing over many things in her mind:
She sings beautifully, doesn't she"
mo doubt about that" l replied.
"She sang to me last evening"
Yes, she did," said Miss Wither-
spoon, with that peculiar infection
which denotes the extreme OF incredul-
ity.
Honest" said l, and then told the
story, though l did not think 1t neces-
sary to disclose that there was any
special meaning In the songs that the
girl and had chosen.
1T was very romantic" said Lucy
Ann, and then there was another ST.
lence until we were very near the shore.
when she asked If l would sing to her
some day. II love music" she added
somewhat hurriedly. Il never hear
enough. Mr.. Trask sings a little, but
he doesn't seem to care much about it.
Art, and Miss Jones' began, but