The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1903-10-23

but slipped on a round stone and
splashed the water, which was calm
and still just there. The thrasher went
into the thicket like a flash and the
girl turned her head just as quickly.
George Schuyler saw a face under
the shadow Of the huge country bon
net that was much more than pretty
and which had in 1t that which men
rightly call character. Georges fish
ermans cap was off in an instant.
Good mornings" are allowable in the
wilderness without the formality of
an introduction.
Il am just about to stop fishing and
go back to the lodge of my friend,
Mr.. Payson. Can you tell me If there
is a shorter path than the stream it.
self?"
The girl nodded brightly. Eyes"
she said, you can take the trail
through the tamaracks. 1t begins just
here" Then the girl turned her at
tention once more to the brown thrash
err who gave symptoms of being will
ing to start his solo once more.
Schuyler thanked the girl courteous
ly and after reeling in his line started
along the trail indicated. When he
reached his friend James Payson's
lodge the first thing he said was: Jim,
in the name Of all that's lovely, who
is your sunbonneted neighbor with n
voice like a bubbling spring and eyes
like those of the girls in old Her
ricks poems"
Jim Payson laughed. You must
have run across old Cheney's daughter.
He has 400 or 500 rocky acres with a
little house on them. Mary is his only
daughter and he put her through Vas
sar and made quite a lady Of her. She
is beauty and no mistake. Hit you
first time, eh, old manY'
Schuyler colored a little and said:
"Well. not exactly hit, Jim. 1 must
not be hit. you know, but the girl is
attractive and no mistake"
That evening Jim Payson asked his
guest If he wouldn't like to go over
and call on old Cheney. There was no
hesitancy in falling in with the pro
posal. They found old Cheney on the
porch smoking his pipe. He was a
white-haired old fellow of the farmer
type, and while he admitted it was
hard wringing crops from the stony
Catskill slope, yet he said he wouldn't
give up his mountainside with it's air
and scenery for the best valley land on
the continent. Then George Schuyler
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the introducing. Schuyler found his
mountain flower all that he had ex
pected from the glimpse that he had
caught of its beauty in the morning
The girl was refinement itself and as
Schuyler looked at the old fellow
sitting in the porch corner putting
contentedly at his corncob pipe he
wondered how this slip could have
come from such a parent stem.
Well, it's better to make 1t short
George Schuyler stayed a week ant
then fingered for two more. He wrote
to New York that he was enjoying tn,
fishing. So he was for about an houl
every morning. One day he brough
himself up with a round turn. H,
thought of his duty to Helen Came
WORT.
He knew in his heart that re LOVED
this girl of the mountainside who haC
a voice like one of the veeries tina
sing every day at sunset.
That night he went TO Mary Chene,
and told her all. He knew somehow
that the girl had grown to love hin
as he had grown to love her. The,
stood on the porch looking down ont,
the far-off valley. 1t was twilight an,
the veeries and the vesper sparrow
were singing everywhere. He tol,
ner OF his childhood engagement t
Helen Ganzevoort. II have not seel
. her since she was IL years DID," b
said. "She cares nothing for me; sh
cannot. She doesn't even know me
The whole thing was a bit of parenta
< foohshness, but nevertheless there
t the question Of my duty. 1 shall leav
S for New York the day after tomorrow
/ 1 will see Helen, and upon what sh
e says and does depends all. 1 ma
3 have done wrong, Mary in lingerin
n here, but 1 loved you, and let tina
e fact plead for me-" He left her stant
e ing there, just as the last bird voice
:. of the day were hushed and the whiI
S poorwin took up his nightly chant.
c Two days later George Schuyle
D stood in Fifth avenue drawing -rool
Y waiting for the coming of Hele
/ Ganzevoort. The lights were brigh
: On the wall hung a picture of Hele
K as he had last known her nine year