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

market wagon. II comes out from the
best market in St 10. and the man who
keeps it buys an extra fine quality of
everything for her. He knows lust
where to send for things. Our boarders
don't understand botany; they're city
people. Why, my aunt went out the
other day into that strip of woods and
came back with some cantaloupes from
North Carolina, and Miss Whats-her-
name-I've forgotten; the blue eyed
girl who went out a few minutes ago
put one of them up to her face and
said: How lovely! 1t is stiIl cool with
the dew 1 suppose the marketman
had had it on ice. But it was good
cantaloupe just the same.'
Your aunt is genius" said l. with
deep feeling; Il knew it as soon as
saw the most approved modern springs
on the antique bedstead in my room"
Il doubt if the bedstead's any older
than the springs" said Lucy Ann. I'VE
try to be up to date In everything"
Your aunt's business principles are
up to date; I'll make oath to that" said
l. "And now for the flowers. Have
you any wild rose bushes with jacque-
minots spliced on to the branches?"
Il thought you We're going to give
them to a lady" said Lucy Ann after
thoughtful pause.
"Such was my intention"
"Then they must be honest roses,
said she, land you must do some honest
work to get them for her"
Il was thinking of getting them
INIT h.,
DONE" said l. THAT was surely hon
est, as you'd say in a minute if you
knew him. But If you think the lady
would appreciate my own efforts, tell
me where the roses grow"
There's a place on the east end Of
the lake." she said, "but I'm afraid you
couldn't find 1t. It's queer"
And the best posies grow there?"
You'll say they are the prettiest wild
roses you ever saw" she cried with
enthusiasm = triple leaved and so
sweet that if the wind blew off that
shore today you could find them by
their scent in the air"
Unfortunately, the wind is west"
said l. perhaps Jimmy could pilot
me-
II don't believe he knows where they
are" answered Lucy Ann. Then after
a moment of silence she said. I'D go
myself If my aunt would let me-"
"Why shouldn't she?" l demanded.
II am great stickler for propriety
myself, and YET
Goodness cried Lucy Ann, with a
Vugh. ut isn't question of proprie-
y; it's the work. There's such lot 70
do
Somehow this struck me as very hard
lines and REINFORCED my suspicion that
the genial Mrs. Witherspoon was a
slave driver in disguise.
"Mr. Trask is always wanting me to
go here or there with him and Miss
Jones'" said Lucy Ann. "Talk about
a stickler for propriety-theres one"
'1'rask?" 1 cried. well, he doesn't
look it,"
Neither do you," said Lucy Ann de-
murely, land yet you are, you know.
But l was speaking about Miss Jones.
She is so awfully particular she won't
do anything, and she drags me out on
all occasions to sit with her and Mr..
Trask. OF course I'm willing enough.
Oh, there comes auntie back from the
garden"
looked at Lucy Ann closely, almost
anxiously.
You don't like Miss Jones very well,
do your" said l.
But Lucy Ann protested that she
thought Miss Jones was one of the
loveliest girls ever created, an object
of envy to all others and quite unap-
proachably perfect. Yet my opinion
was mistaken, and l began to feel a
certain luminosity against Trask.
Are they sweet on each other?' I
asked
Lucy Ann shook her head. not mega
lively, but as one who considers the
whole question.
81 don't think they're engaged" said
she at last. do you?"
The last two words had notable force,
though they were spoken softly.
'"They might be married." said l,
they're so blue"
81 don't think they'd be blue if they
were married." said she, as If my
worn joke were worthy of serious con-
SlueFaIlQH. Lucy Te very AdnuoQfho'
both of them. Don't you think 500"
Beauty soon fades" said 1, "espe-
cially under the conditions which you
indicate. But between ourselves l
don't think Trask is so much. He's got
fine head of course. but his eye Is
cold, Under certain. circumstances l
think he could show himself selfish
and heartless."
81 guess you're jealous of him." said
Lucy Ann, with laugh, but discreet
ly refrained from making any guesses
of my own.
Mrs. Witherspoon came up at this
moment, having gathered vegetables in
several different states during her alb
sence. l presented my plea for Lucy
Ann and carried it, though with diff
Guilty.
As a result we walked down the long
O0th that after, or0 and embarked in