The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-10-29
A False Impression

WHY ~AJ Va LAGku uA6
me-" said Belle Brabazon. with
the suspicion Of a tear sparkling
unoer her lovely dark eyelashea. "And
I've tried 80 hard to get them to care
for me just a little"
Capt Cardan looked admiringly at
the pretty girl, who was swinging her
SELF slowly to and fro on the pendant
stem OF a huge old grapevine. cush-
Toned. with a light Oriental shawl
whose gold threads gEmmered ftfully
In the September sunshine.
All! but you must have mistaken. I"
said he. ut isn't possible, you know,
the village girls can dislike you."
But they d." said Belle, with an
imperative nod Of the fair, sunshlny
head. "Why is it, Capt. CardanP Am
l ugly, or cross, or uncivilizedr'
"No!' declared the captain. with
emphasis; mot one Of the three"
"Then why Is it," said Belle. pite-
ously. do try to nnd out for me,
Capt Cardan, and I shall be-oh, 90
much obliged to you! And now it's
time for the mail to be IN, and I am
going to walk down to the postofice."
MAY walk with your" asked the
captain, piteously.
IF you wouldn't mind, I'd rather 70
alone" said Belle, with so propitiatory
smile that the captain felt no sting
of wounded vanity.
But Miss Brabazon, lifting lightly
along, as If the tread Of the soft grass
was delightful to her feet, had pro-
ceeded no further than Squire Daters
stone fence when an uncomfortable
sound, like the low, muttered threat
enings of distant earthquake, fell On
her ears.
TITS the big red buIlw she said to
herself. Il might have known he was
there. OF course 1 can't cross the field
now and 1 shall have to 60 round by
the road, after all. Oh, dearI oh,
dear!''
But just at that moment tall figure
swung itself over the fence-seth Val
lance'S.
Are you afraid Of Nero, Miss
Brabazon" he said. "But there IL no
occasion; he is chained"
Belle Shrank back, with varying
color.
Mr.. Valance smiled.
IT will so across the field with you"
he said, IF you will accept my escort"
Il shall be SO grateful" said Miss
Rrabazon. with sigh Of relief.
Seth had been carting apples for
Squire Dater, his uncle, all the morn
ing He was in his working clothes,
with coarse straw hat shading his
brown, handsome face, and a scarlet
flannel shirt Transforming him into q
fit ideal for an artist.
Miss Madaltna Martin, playing lawn
tennis on the level stretch of turf in
front Of the squire's house. took note
of the couple as they crossed the rustic
bridgs below.
There goes Miss Brabazon," said
Madalina. at seems that she can't
even go to the postof1ce without pick
ing up some gentleman by way Of hon
orary escort"
"And it's Seth Valance this time"
said Edla Joyce.
''She's a born coquette, If ever there
was one" sdngingly remarked Miss
st. Avon.
tits too bad, 1 declare" said Luz
cetta Dater, ''to have those London
girls come down to steal away all the
mems hearts with their smiles, and
their rouge, and their modern lures"
''Who is that you are talking about,
gfrls7" said Helena Manderill, a pink
and white beauty, who had been
spending the day at Dater Grange, and
was just coming out to drive to the
train which was to take her to Lon
don.
belle Brabazonv' they all answer.
ed, in chorus.
And Ella Joyce added:
"she is from London-staying at the
York Hotel"
Belle BrabazonT' cried Miss Man.
derill. Goodness gracious mel Why
didn't some one tell meH should SO
have liked to meet Belle Brabazon
aeainl 1 saw her In the School for
Scandal once-Lady Teazle, you
know. The most perfect actress I ever
knew"
"Ef you're a-goin' in the four-fifteen
train. marm," spoke out the nasal
voice of Tetlow, the squirs's coachman,
''you .hain't no time to lose. M1ss Man
derilL"
And blowing a gale Of hsseS from