The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1904-08-19

Eleanor. l wish you all three to live
with me. l have plenty of money for
You all. Silas and Harold will be
sent to school and you will be
brought up at home by your aunt, as
other young ladies are"
A look of surprise irradiated by a
CLEAN of pleasure came over her face,
which was succeeded by her grave,
anxious expression.
Il had been thinking" she said, "of
being teacher If can get place
in the town here, and the boys coulo
sttend the public school six months
in the year, and do work in the sum-
mer months for the farmers until
they were old enough to 60 to COL
lege."
Nonsense, Eleanor" exclaimed
Harold Stage, as she paused in her
recital. Il won't hear of such a
thing. You forget I'm your uncle;
your mother was my sister, and in
tend to provide for her children!"
1T would be very NICE" she said
redectively, IF the boys could be
looked after until they had good
education, but I've quite set my heart
on being teacher, and I've thought
It all over and planned it out. SO that
I'm sure there wouldn't be any trou
BILE as to my getting along"
Il won't hear of 1t. What you need,
my dear, is less thinking and plan
ming, and more beef, wine and iron, to
put color into those pale cheeks of
yours. Do you suppose you could
arrange to start day after tomorrow?
can have your fathers books and
such other things as you don't wish
to have sold stored or shipped to you
In New York." he added.
DAY after tomorrow" she ejacu-
lated, in q tone of trouble.
Eyes, am busy man myself, and,
Of course, I'm anxious to get back
as soon as possible"
1T would be very nice for the
boys" she reiterated, and it's very,
very kind of you, Uncle Harold"
| A0I AC0Ao you ~ oS0At uoy RASSA
tomorrow morning"
would you like to 60 to New
York to live, Silas and Hal?" she in
quired, with motherly solicitude.
1--WE won't go unless you go, Flea
nor" said the elder, stoutly.
"That's right" said Harold Stage.
She has to CO.,
Eleanor's eyes filled with tears.
II suppose ought" she said, after
a moment. "You mustn't think me
ungrateful, uncle, or that l don't ap-
preciate how good and generous you
are, but it's hard to leave the house
and the place where I've lived so
long," She wept softly for few
moments, then wiped her eyes, and
said, with quiet decision, 1--WE shall
be ready to start, uncle, day after
tomorrow"
"Thatll do nicely, DEAR" replied
Harold, who had been inwardly de-
batting how to deal with SO unfamiliar
a factor as a young girls tears. "Ill
telegraph your aunt Emma that you're
coming"
The journey was uneventful, but
very interesting to the boys, who
quickly regained their spirits and be-
came talkative under the influence of
novel surroundings.
Eleanor sat pensive and wan, I'M
responsive, and lacking appetite,
thereby puzzling her uncle, who could
better have understood torrents of
tears than this dry-eyed, moping man.
to talk about her father, whose COM
panion and confidante she seemed to
have been, and toward the end of the
journey they branched off, on one oc-
casion, on books, each surprising the
other by discovering that their tastes
in poetry were not dissimilar Harold
did not pretend to read everything
that was going, but he knew the
names of the prominent publications,
and it was evident that Eleanor was
familiar with most OF them. All she
needed, he reflected, was little
knowledge of the way Of the world
and few suggestions as to her attire,
in order to make him proud uncle;
for while so many Of the young wo-
men in society were mere butterflies
Or dolls, did not she possess, in add.
ton to a pretty face, the charms Of
intellectual culture? Emma would
understand exactly how to transform
this inconspicuous cygnet into daz
zling swan.
Here we are" said Harold Stagg,
as the carriage stopped before nne
residence.
A food of light from the doorway
dazzled Elearor's eyes, and she won
dered at the flawless individual who
supervised their passage into the hall,
until her uncle said: ......
Parsons, has Mrs. Stage gone to
bed?"
mo, sir; she is awaiting you In
the drawing-room," answered the but
lcr. "She was about to retire, sir,
when your telegraphic message ar
rived" he added, in lower tone, in
tended for his masters ear. Supper