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

This intrusion was a most agreeable
sin, thing to enjoy in the doing and
be pleasantly ashamed of afterward. ]
lay some minutes in this nook Of the
rocks, curious to reconstruct our little
romance as the girl had seen it. l saw
how the freight was screened by the
rocks so that l had not been able tC
discern it until l had drifted into the
proper field. In the same way my boat
must have appeared suddenly to one
sitting there. | was f1attered by the
idea that she had watched for it,
In the midst of this thought | expe.
rtenced sensation familiar to every
one, but almost beyond rational eX.
planation-the consciousness of being
observed. l neither saw nor heard my
own senses gave no tidings-the five
with which we are ordinarily credited.
With what faculty we apprehend an.
other persons observation of us | have
never been able to guess 1t happens
however. 1t happened then.
l glanced upward. The curving lip
of the ledge made clear gray line up
on the sky. There was singular illu.
sion of height the rock lowered above
me as l lay almost prone. Then sud
denly l was aware of something tiut
tering downward. 1t startled me be
cause 1t seemed to be falling all the
way from the sky. l thrust up my
hand and caught a rose. also a very
large and competent thorn, but that Is
a matter of no consequence
In an instant l was upon my feet,
posed like the lady martyr in the ia
miliar picture of 1.-The Last Token"
looking, as she did, for my love who
had flung the rose. l forget what luck
\she had in this matter according to
the legend. AS for me, had none.
Even when l had scaled the rock | saw
not so much as the fiutter of a skirt
among the shadows of the orchard.
One thing, however, l saw clearly
enough In the light of the moon. The
rose was one of those that had gath
cred on Copperhead hill.
1t may have been nearly II o'clock
when l got back to the house. There
was man sitting alone on the door
steps of my segment of the structure,
and when he lifted his face to the moon
1 recognized Scovel.
"Been out ON the lake, l suppose"
said he. Another serenade, ehT
Then he began to laugh, softly, nerv-
ously, as if he didn't mean to do it. A
half consumed cigar fell from his fin
gers, and he put his foot upon it.
"Come inside" said 1, "and' get a
fresh one"
''Thank you," he replied, I've smok-
ed enough"
Yet he arose with alacrity and fol-
lowed me into my room.
Perhaps you smoke when you're
nervous, as l do said l. For in
stance, If were wandering over that
hill and had seen two or three
snakes
1.-TWO or three!' he echoed, throwing
up his hands.
$50 you were there? l was sure Of
1t. And | know why you went
His countenance expressed increduli
ty, but something that he saw in mine
seemed to convince him.
well" said he, with a faint note Of
w you VI II
81 don't think it was quite right"
replied.
"Now, look here" said he, "how long
was l to go on in that way? How long
was l to permit myself to be COM
plete idiot about girl without know
ing whether she was black or white?
did you see herr asked.
Ho rnca from, hiS oh a r nd frind an
other, arising again to walk to the
mantelpiece for match, though there
were plenty on the table beside him in
plain view He struck the match and
then forgot to light the cigar that had
given him.
'I've enjoyed this foolishness," he
said. THAT'S the main ting, after all.
The emotions were given us for self
deception. We were to use them wise
ly to gloss over this world, for the plain
sight of it would drive us away. 1t is
love that makes woman beautiful: love
In us, you know 1t isn't really neces-
sary to see them"
'In that case" said 1, "why did you
20 out on the hill with those fieldglass-
es? Your philosophy must have chang
ed since morning"
mot my philosophy" he rejoined,
''but there's limit"
began to grow cold.
"Scovel," l cried. what do you
meanT ~
""That hills an awful place." he said.
ignoring my question. Il got lost,
though one would say there wasn't
room enough. But the rocks are all
1umbled together. 1t takes man an
hour to walk quarter of a mile, and
the little scrubbed trees hide every
thing. II l know anything about geolo-,
gy. that formation should be on the
north side Of the lake instead of on the
south"
s. "Blast geology" said l. did you see
,her?'
sThe ancient mariner shot the alba