Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1903-10-30

the reality is like the iced tub" liz the .
morning, thing that some men talk .
about and never take.
There were three windows. and two
Of them looked out toward the lake .
could catch a glimpse of the little
louse under the apple tree, and the
view adown the gentle slope was very
refreshing TO the eye. The quarters
pleased me. and l made a prompt bar
gain for them at a price that would
once have given me a spasm of the
pocket.
l had come without any baggage at
ALL and it was necessary to return at
once to St. 10. In that city | expert
enced some small delays, and it was
after o'clock when l came again to
Mrs. Witherspoon's and helped the man
who had ridden out with me to carry
in my trunks. When he had driven
away, sat down by window and en-
joyed the view. The place savored of
romance. 1t was delightfully."- unreal,
and l was beginning to fancy myself
floating on the lake in the moonlight
craving of hunger shattered the dream.
The vision had endured for a few
seconds only, for l was in state to
gnaw the bark of the apple tree that
shaded my eastern window. Indeed l
had some thought of its fruit, scarcely
out of the bud, and glanced in that di-
rection for an instant. Turning again
10 nd oil I
straight into the face of Jimmy La
moline, whose head just reached above
the window sill.
Jimmy enjoyed my surprise He had
way of grinning with his eyes, the
lower part of his face remaining as
expressionless as slice of beefsteak.
Il told Mrs. Witherspoon I'd show
you the dining ROOM" said he.
You don't mean to tell me that there
is anything to eat at this hour!'' l ex-
claimed.
"You can always get something to
eat here" he said. There amt any
hours
In previous experiences with rustic
living l had been burdened by the ri
gidity of mealtime regulations, and l
had had no thought that Mrs, Wither-
spoon would serve lunch as late as half
past 2.
"You age taking a starving sailor off
a raft" said l to Jimmy, and l gave
him half a dollar which he received
with the solemnity of rite.
He laid the coin in the palm Of his
hand, closed his fingers upon it and
opened them again. My money had
vanished. Having performed this mys-
terry, Jimmy gravely led the way to-
ward the dining room, seeming to know
by some sort of intuition that | should
make my exit by the window instead
of taking the longer route.
Mrs. Witherspoon' S dining room was
in sections. like the house, and each
section had its exits and its entrances.
was aware, in the course Of my meal,
that several persons We're lunching in
my neighborhood but l saw none of
them sat at a little table by the
window and was well served by neat
maid The bill of fare was ample. and
everything was cooked to admiration.
After luncheon, being entirely upon
my own resources in the matter of
amusement. | wandered down to the
lake. The path led alongside the or
chard, but the view in its direction
! was INSTRUCTED by bushes that overran
the fence There was no one to pre-
vent my walking across the orchard.
No signboard lnterdicted it, but there
/ was a law in the air, and this was a
! popularity of the place.
At the foot of the path | found a
small boat drawn up on the shore, and
l felt privileged to take it. pushed
the craft off and sat in the stern, using
one oar as a paddle, Indian fashion
The lake was very pretty and blessed
by a cool breeze. padded out a
little way and lighted cigar.
To the left the hill came down, verg
ing upon the water in singular wal
of rocks that would have seemed the
| work of man but for the vast labor il
would have cost. CHANGING along this
wall and SO on to the bare field thai
fringed the orchard, l perceived a CIR
in pale green dress at work before al
easel. She was shaded by a large UNI
brella, such as artists use, planted II
the ground and set at so nice an angle
that it accurately beheaded her imag'
in my eyes.
The distance was not so great Blu
that might have recognized person
very well known to me. and l staret
at her, expecting every moment tina
she would stoop and reveal her face
Whom should see? Pretty Miss Jone
from st. 10 or-some one else? / wa
conscious Of a most unusual thrill o
| anxiety.
: could see her right hand plainly; a
least, there was nothing but distanc
to prevent. 1t seemed pretty hand
! and it welded the brush with engagin
) grace. Yer n my present calm fran
! of mind l am willing to admit that on
human hand locks much like anothe
5 at 300 yards. But this considerable
) did not come to me at the time. Sue
: things are for the best; they make Il