Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1905-03-17

duet and blood from the white fac,
and smoothing back the curling locks
why, It's John Burt! It's Johr
Burt, papa," she exclaimed, tears
starting to her beautiful eyes. "Will
he die, Mr.. Burt? VIII he die? Oh
papa, is there nothing we can dor"
He will not die, my child" said
the old man In clear, calm voice
1T is written that he shall live these
many years."
Just as DR.. Randall arrived, John
regained consciousness and begged
glass of water. Jessie and her father
waited anxiously for the physicians
verdict. The old man appeared first,
and though he spoke not, his radiant
face told the story.
"He is badly cut and bruised In sew
eral places, but no bones are broken"
said Dr. Randall. Jessie clapped her
hands for joy. HE will be up and
about in week"
Jasper was ready with the Burt
family carriage; and, leaving a kind
ly message for the grandsire, they re-
turned to the Bishop house. Jessie
found that she had few bruises, but
she laughed at her aches, and talked
only of the heroism of brave John
Burt. The next day she sent him a
beautiful bunch of roses, and another
each succeeding day until word came
from DR.. Randall that the young man
was able to sit up and might receive
visitors. They drove to the farm
house and were ushered into the
study-room for seven
years.
General Garden advanced and |
Johns hand. my boy, God
bless you! do not know how to
hank you. Jessie, have you nothing
70 say to the young man who saved
FOUR life?"
81 never thought" said Jessie,
placing her hands in his, that the
10Y who taught me how to catch
'rabs would one day save my life.
But you know I always told Miss NAL
len that you weren't riffraff, and you
zee l was right"
John looked handsome as he lay
ack in the great armchair. I'm
lad l had chance to be of service
D one had met before" he said, as
essie took seat beside him;
though l confess I should not recog-
ize you as the little girl who visited
ere several years ago. You are a
Dung lady now, and l should hardly
are address you as Jessie, and that's
lie only name knew you by in those
ays." !
II am not yet sixteen, and you can
Ill me Jessie until l tell you not to.
ant he, papa?"
II suppose So" said General Car p
IN. "She is spoiled child, Mr.. b
urt," turning to the old gentleman, b
md l have ceased making rules, lest e
e should break them" n
During the hour which followed, Il
ssie and John talked of score of NJ
pics, John deftly turning the con- ST
rsation from the runaway accident. W
How dainty, yet how healthy, Jessie g
,ked! The July sun had begun its b,
~hAho VI tdhs liz oiOnQCI u6Ch, Bl
lere the brown tresses protected it.
IS dazzling, shading away to cheek
d brow in blendings of cream, pink
d tan, which defied touch of brush
skill of words. The arched eye
)ws and the dark silken lashes o
med eyes which glowed with the
fires of dawning woman
ID. The mouth was not too small,
the lips were rudy as ripe cher
8. Or
Ind this was the being he had Blu
ed from mutilation against the TO
eel rocks! AS he looked at her, on
Ird the ripping music of her voice hil
felt the subtle inspiration of her tn,
sence, the thought came that there an
) something selfish in his Joy and Of
lie.
What was r. Is love ceIf1rh7 r