The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1903-01-24

Miss Gregory surveyed him with
amusement.
This is too fine frenzy for me-" she
announced. "Aren't you hungry, Mr..
Ashe? Shan't we go and have some
thing to eat?" Ashe followed her me-
chemically.
Don't you, sometimes wear a cross
on that chain" he asked.
Sometimes" she answered, with lift
ed eyebrows.
"Wern't you in Morristown at the
Thurstons' last SeptemberY he pur-
sued.
Eyes, was in Morristown, but only
occasionally at the Thurstons'." she re-
| turned.
"Then you did walk into the library
one Sunday afternoon and tell me you
We're the Princess Constantia Gregg
RUS" he said positively.
'"Mr. Asher she said reprovingly.
Have you twin sister," asked
Ashe desperately.
Il am all the daughters Of my faith
er's house." she said lightly, but her
eyes were dancing as she gave him
his chocolate.
Don't you remember the painful
taking off Of Sapphira?" he inquired
sternly.
Miss Gregory counted on her fingers.
"a princess, Constantia Gregorlus, an
astral body-let me see! dream, and
now Har!" she said. "Oh, fie, Mr..
Asher
Il have $50 that belongs to you,''
said Ashe irrelevantly.
Il beg your pardon?" said the girl
blankly.
by rights" asservated Ashe, with a
nod. Half Of what l got for that
poem, you know. l calculated that my
thought and labor are good for half,
but you furnished the idea, you see."
Miss Gregory sat down ON the nearest
chair and laughed aloud. Ashe slipped
his chocolate meditaHvely and watched
her
'FFor poet" she said at last, "you
are most Unexpectedly practical"
come with a comparative stranger-a
chimerical, elusive dream-lady al
that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows
''I'm not sure about chimeras, but ]
think they were monsters Of some
kind" said the girl. "And your in.
come Is too small to be alluring, Mr.
Ashe. If you don't wish any more
of that chocolate, won't you have some
thing cold? No. Well, then come
back to Mrs. Foster. I'm afraid you'll
be borrowing money of me next, tt
say nothing Of the way in which you
are straining your poetic fancy to find
fiattering names for me-" She took his
cup and turned away. Before he could
follow he was seized upon and carried
off In triumph by some fair admirers
and quick glance back showed him
that fortunate elderly gentleman had
taken possession Of her, so he resigned
himself to the inevitable, and did moi
see her again until just as he was leav
ing. He had looked for her to say good
bye, but in vain, and Mrs. Foster die
not know where she had hidden her
self, so he was starting off, disappoint
ed, but resolved not to let the thing
drop, when her voice stopped him with
his hand on the door.
"Au revoir, Mr.. Ashe," she said
leaning toward him from the lowest
step OF the stairway. "Au revoir."
THANK you" he responded heartily
"And very soon, most fair lady of the
realm of my dreams"
That is really a lovely thing, Mr.
Ashe," she said, land am very proud
to think that you think that had any
part in it,"
But didn't you?" he demanded.
do believe in telepathy?" she ask.
ed mockingly. Am l an astral body
or bad dream?" He shook his high hal
threateningly at her.
1.-THE truth is not in you, Mademoi,
seiie Sapphira," he announced.
Hear the lion growl" she retorted
with a saucy nod, and turned to go up
stairs. He took a step toward her.
Miss Gregory" he said imploringly
seriously, now?" she looked at him
over her shoulder with dancing eyes.
do you know, until to-day, I always
supposed it was Dick Thurston that ]
woke up that afternoon" she said con.
fidentially, and ran lightly upstairs.-N
Y. Evening Post.
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