Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1903-11-07

lldL evening.
lS=SssSNi Considering the fate Of my
GssSlI roses, it may seem strange
that should have taken the pains to
ascertain whether the sirens light was
rekindled upon the rocks l decided
not to do So 1t was my intention to
sit by my window and smoke black
cigars in the dark. While enjoying the
first Of them it came into my mind that
a fire on the shore should send up
glow visible from the house. So l be.
gan to stare at the sky above the tops
of the apple trees and to hold rapidly
alternating opinions as to whether
could or could not see light.
This was distracting. 1t seemed
wiser, upon the whole, to go down to
the lake and set the question at rest.
felt like big schoolboy who has had
his ears boxed by his pretty teacher,
and this sensation was accompanied by
constantly recurring surprise that
should have 1t. What did it matter?
No one knew except Lucy Ann, and
she had certainly behaved very well
about it. She did not strike me as the
sort of girl who would spread the
story.
1t couldn't be on her account that l
cared. Why not own up to 1t like a
man? 1t was because the girl knew it
and had done 1t to me. If only she had
worn no flowers that would not have
hurt me, but that she should have
worn some other fellow's-probably
Trask's. But why should Trask send
flowers to her? How many girls did
the fellow want at one time? He
seemed devoted to Miss Jones in his
own peculiar, misanthropic fashion,
and poor, little Lucy Ann was clearly
In love with him. began to foresee
that Trask and l would have an I'M
pleasant interview some day.
was thinking of this as pushed Off
the boat, and the result was that l for
got to hang on to her. She slid off the
bold beach and went skimming out
over the lake with the force of the
impetus that l had uncOnsciously
given, so 1 had to go out in another
boat and tow her back. And after all
this trouble there was no fire ON the
rocks.
1t up, but not before warbling a little
ballad in case the girl should be sitting
on the rocks in the dark. She was not,
and l felt as foolish as one does who
has talked % few minutes to a person
that left the room unperceived before
ne began.
Altogether it was very strange. The
girl was nothing to me. Try as
might, l could not think of her as Sibyi
Neither could regard her as a stran-
ger. 1t was beyond doubt the most
peculiar puzzle that l had ever ell
countered. The mind is slave to such
\ problem; it rivets the attention. Ii
had not known who the girl was
e.uld have dismissed the subject, but
knew that / did know, and it seemed
that l must surely speak the name,
that l should wake up some morning
and find it proceeding audibly from
my lips.
When returned from the vain cruise
there were heavy clouds in the sky
and thought it might rain, but within
a few minutes they rolled apart, anC
the night seemed to grow suddenly
warm. | felt strangely uneasy ant
strolled out to the road to see whether
the patrol was on duty.
The faithful three were there, ant
they welcomed me cordially to thu
ranks. They seemed to be engaged IL
extolling the Witherspoon menage.
81 wish l had Mrs. Witherspoont
oh
"This place runs on creased wheels
The machinery is so noiseless that 1t i
hard to believe that there Is any"
However" said Scovel, there is
There are a lot Of servants on thi
place, and they all work hard, thougl
Mrs. Witherspoon would discharge on
of them who dared to look tired. Sh
knows how to make place restfu
Cast your eye on poor little Lucy Ann.
l observed that Trask, who had bee
sitting on the fence, got down. Their
was no reason why he shouldn't, If b
felt like it, and yet / saw somethin
worth noting in his manner.
Miss Witberspoon helps her aunt,
said he, "and you wouldn't wish he
to do otherwise"
II would" said Derringer. "Td liR
to see her thousand miles from thf
kitchen. In my opinion, it's poI'
fiction that she doesn't do anything D'
make the caAe. observe that 81
spends most of her time there, and
wish she had something better to do
"There can't be anything better tina
housekeeping" said Trask. 1T Is II
work of the best women on earth, II
women who keep the world wholeson
enough to live In, the wives and mot
ers."
"Well, upon my word!' exclaim'
Scovel. 1.-The misanthrope speaks
nobly. l didn't suppose you thoug
that the world WGs wholesome enout
to live In
II don't do anything to make 1t so
said Trask. Neither do you. for tn
matter. But as to Miss Witherspoo