Wadsworth semi-weekly dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1899-1904, 1903-04-03

arms about his neck. "Oh, dad, l love
you too. Sometimes | almost wish that
there wasn't any money for us to get
all mixed up about" +.
Stick, to that almost Dodie." !.
And say. dad. You don't mind me
giving you u tip, do your Z
The colonel looked a little uncom-
Portable.
Its about thu widow. reg know"
Whom do you meanf- he asked.
with dignity: Mrs. BronsonY'
WHO eisef You ars not Interested
IN more than one widow. are you7 1
heard the other day that her irst vas q
butcher. Think Of 1.-THE poor little
lambF'
He was . Kansas City meat man."
said the colonel Indignantly. .and I
should think you and your mi might
find something better TO spend your
time In than gossip"
Whenever the conversation shifted to
the subject Of the widow, Captain Tai
bot felt himself at q great dlsadyan.
tage, as IL always the case with simple
innocence when It Is called upon to
face adroit inslnuation and the suspi-
cion that turks In 3 tone rather than In
the spoken words. 1t IL true that he
admired Mrs. Bronson, for she was
pretty and dressed In modest. becom.
Ing style. and she was q bright and en-
t~ertaining taiker. Yes; he must admit
that he liked her best Of all the women
~ 4An nAyf%la Tha nkhnro rnvhA AA-
Of suitable age for eompanionship were
too dull or were taken up with daugh-
ters or devoted to complaining hus-
bands
Her father had been loyal Legion
man, as he was. and she could remem
Der something Of the war. just enough
for him to FL her age as Is years less
than his own. and this gave n fruit
full topic of conversation. She admired
Scott and Dickens and disdained the
new stun" as he did Longfellow
was her favorite poet-and his. Her
tastes and interests were simple and
domestic. yet she was greatly diverted
by the colonel's experiences In busi-
ness and politics. The other women
were civil to her, but q little distant.
This may have been due to the suspi-
clous hints let fall by Josephine and
her aunt. or 1t may have arisen simply
from the fact that she was a widow.
All single women and most married
ones think that the widow should take
her place on the funeral pyre beside
the body Of the husband. after the In
dian fashion.
When the fishing party had departed
the next morning. the colonel betook
himself to the bowling alley. whittier
none but a few old enthusiasts ever
eme AT n end OF the long room In
a little alcove there was a window that
looked out over the ocean. The widow
was fond of this quiet. secluded spot.
and on days when Josephine and her
aunt were away the colonel usually
found her there. She had a soft Grape
shawl over her rounded shoulders, and
she was busy we a beaded purse.
She scarcely looked up from her
work MS he approached and seated him.
self at her side. Are you going to
playY' she asked. and he replied ac-
cording to the regular formula: Pres
emily. May l sit here?"
"Certainly." She looked innocently
beyond him toward the alley. did
your daughter come down with your
Miss Josephine never played.
"She has gone fishing with her aunt
and the rest of them. Why didn't you
60 tooY"
As a matter Of fact the widow had
not been asked. IL do not care for
fishing she said. and as she did SO
she baited her hook with a sweet smile
and threw 1t out toward him. The
colonel's old heart gave a youthful
jump. and his hand trembled a little az
he readjusted his eyeglasses.
"I took pains to find out whether you
were to be of the pr ty," said he. "aud
when | found you were not going l
decided that I did not are for fishing
myself"
This was nibbling at rather close
range, but the widow pretended not to
notice It. She did not lift her long eye
lashes even the hundredth part of an
inch. which gave the colonel all the
better opportunity to admire them.
And through the whole morning he
circled round and round the bait but
he did not bite. perhaps by reason of
an instinct that had come down to him
from the gay days of his youth and
perhaps because she was not ready to
land him yet.
1t Is about a half mile from the boat
landing to the entrance Of the Balboa
As the fishing party walked this dis
lance n small detachment. consisting
of Miss Josephine and Mr.. Grandin.
fell SO far behind and moved SO slowly
that even the symnathetic Aunt Har.