The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1905-04-18

| Gust and blood from the white fac4
and smoothing back the curling locks
why, It's John Burt It's Johr
Burt, papa" she exclaimed, tears
starting to her beautiful eyes. "Wil
he dis, Mr.. Burt? Will he die? Oh
papa, is there nothing We can do?"
HE will not die, my child" said
the old man in a clear, calm voice
'It is written that he shall live these
many years"
Just as DR.. Randall arrived, John
regained consciousness and begged a
glass of water Jessie and her father
waited anxiously for the physician
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 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
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
library-John' study-room for seven
years.
General Garden advanced and
grasped Johns hand. "My boy, God
bless you! | do not know how to
thank you. Jessie, have you nothing
to say to the young man who saved
your life?"
81 never thought said Jessie,
placing her hands in his, that the
boy who taught me how to catch
crabs would one day save my life.
But you know I always told Miss NAL
den that you weren't riffraff, and you
see | was right"
John looked handsome as he lay
back in the great armchair. I'm
glad | had a chance, to be of service
to one had met before" he said, as
Jessie took seat beside him;
though | confess | should not recog-
nize you as the little girl who visited
here several years ago. You are a
young lady now, and | should hardly
dare address you as Jessie, and that's
the only name | knew you by in those
days"
81 am not yet sixteen, and you can
call me Jessie until | tell you not to.
Can't he, papa?"
81 suppose So" said General Car
den. "She is a spoiled child Mr..
Burt" turning to the old gentleman,
"and have ceased making rules lest
she should break them"
During the hour which followed,
Jessie and John talked of a score of |
versation from the runaway accident.
How dainty, yet how healthy, Jessie
looked! The July sun had begun it's
etching of tan. The slender neck,
where the brown tresses protected it,
was dazzling, shading away to cheek |
and brow in blendings of cream, pink
and TAM which defed touch of brush |
or skill of words. The arched eye
brows and the dark silken lashes |
framed eyes which glowed with the |
smouldering fires of dawning woman
hood The mouth was not too small,
and the lips were ruddy as ripe cher
ries.
And this was the being he had |
saved from mutilation against the
cruel rocks! AS he looked at her, |
heard the ripping music of her voice
and felt the subtle inspiration of her
presence, the thought came that there
was something selfish in his joy and
pride.
What was it? Is love selfish?