Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1906-07-20


out on the little wooden veranda.
There was suggestion of approach
ing summer in the breeze, and the air
/ was redolent with lilacs. BY glancing
toward the right it was not difficult to
see where the fragrance came from.
On the other side Of the hedge In the
deepening twilight was a purple forest
Of plumes. and beyond that, white in
the gray light, rose the old Howard
house the oldest in the tiny village as
well as the Mrgest. Selden Howard
was the only living representative of
the family.
Presently the group on Mrs. Jones'
veranda began to speak of Selden,
leading up to the subject from the fra
GRANGE OF the bushes.
Them lilocks is sickishly sweet"
observed Mrs. Jones herself.
Really nauseating." acguesced the
boarder who had been spending the
! winter here in this little cottage among
the Berkshire hills. by the way,
saw Il strange man at the postoffice
this morning ana overheard some one
say he was Mr.. Howard. Very good
looking man he was and seemed to
know a thing or two
! That's him." confirmed Mrs. Jones'
/ But why shouldn't he know Il thing or
two? He don't do nothin' but travel
and trapse round the country. Hardly
, ever home and won't have Il thing to
/ do with the people In the village"
The moon was beginning to show
red and low in the warm dusk, and the
! lilacs made superb black shadow eff
fects on the lawn. The little tired out
city girl who sat ON the lowest step Of
! the veranda and who had just arrived
that day had nothing to say. She was
filing her whole soul with the beauty
of the coming night.
Pretty soon. carrying her lamp. she
went upstairs to her bedroom. She
/ looked at the high mound of feather
bed and at the small window at the
foot into which was already flooding
the spring moonlight. Fora moment
she stood irresolute: then she lowered
the shade, slipped on n cheesecloth XII
mono, drew the pins from her hair, let
! ting it fall about her shoulders. blew
out the lamp and followed her whim to
lean from the easement.
1t had been Il very long while since
| Katherine Hope had looked from a
window over a garden when the moon
! was shining. True, from the window
Of their stodgy city lodgings on Elev-
enth street, her mothers and hers. she
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was hot and aching with too much
work and had caught breath Of out
side air. But that was so different.
From that window she could look out
only on clotheslnes. sheds, the back
| windows of the boarding houses on the
next street and there whatever restful
thoughts might come to her were made
havoc of by an accordion. cheap coon
songs or the caterwauling Of feline
creatures on the fences below e
! And now-oh the feathery pale for
! essence of the llacs over yOnder!
Katherine drew her breath in with de-
light as their dominant scent came up
| TO her If only her dear mother could
be with her to enjoy the beauty of 1t
all But that had not been possible.
When the physician had shaken his
head gravely over his young patients
wornout condition and commanded an
, immediate change in the country 1t
had been all that mother and daughter
could do to scrape together the meager
savings for Eatherine's rest Of fort
night. And Katherine was not one to
new and whimper over lmpossibilities.
She WAS here now, and she would
| make the best Of every moment to
grow strong and well again that she
might 20 back with new life to her
office work and the companionship Of
her sacrificing little mother.
The mild country mir and the thou
sand odors of the spring played upon
her face ana lifted her loosened hair
gilded by the moonshine into the like
ness of an aureole. Her white kimono
fell softly around her: from the position
in which she held her arms her soft
elbows were plainly visible. and her
exquisite face. leaning back bit
against the dark painted frame of the
window, stood out like cameo.
The girl was little conscious Of any
thing except the wonder of the night
nor was she aware of one who watched
her moment from the shadow Of the
lilacs in the garden beyond the hedge,
Selden Howard was returning from his
dog kennels, whence he had gone to
look after Il sick collie. when his eye
had Glanced to fall upon the figure In
the easement, and in sheer artistic ap-
probation had rested there
"She's like some young princess" he
thought to himself. pursuing his way
toward the big house. cor a goddess,
Her hairs like the silvery floss around
corn. Her name ought TO be Perdlta,
| Marpessa or Ariadne. How ever In
the world did the Jones family stumble
across such creature?' The glamour
of the girl wove itself into his dreams,
and in waking intervals he pondered
on plans for an acquaintance. "Ah, ha,
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