Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-07-08

They both knew by experience that
nothing really serious allied Mrs. Ross
more, who was good deal of hypo7
chondriac and always so filed with
aches and pains that on the few ,occa-
sions when she really felt well she was
genuinely alarmed
The cab stopped suddenly in front
of beautiful gilded gates. 1t was the
Luxembourg, and through the tall rail-
ings they caught GLIMPSE of we'll
kept lawns, splashing fountains and
richly dressed children playing. From
the distance came the stirring strains
of a brass band.
The coachman drove up to the curb,
and Jefferson jumped down, assisting
Shirley to alight.
They entered the gardens, following
the sweet scented paths until they
came to where the music was. The
band of an infantry regiment was play
ing. and large crowd had gathered.
Many people were sitting on the chairs
provided for visitors for the nodes fee
of two sous; others were promenading
round and round a great circle having
the musicians in its center. The dense
foliage of the trees overhead afforded
a perfect shelter from the hot rays of
the sun, and the place was so inviting
and interesting, so cool and so full of
sweet perfumes and sounds, appealing
to and satisfying the senses, that Shir-
ley wished they had more time to
spend there.
isn't it delightful here?" said she.
81 could stay here forever, couldn't
you"
with you-yes," answered Jeffer-
son, with a significant smile.
Shirley tried to look angry She
strictly discouraged these convention
al, sentimental speeches which con-
stantly flung her sex in her face.
Nov, you know don't like you to
talk that way, Mr.. Ryder. It's most
undignified. Please be sensible"
Quite subdued, Jefferson relapsed
into sulky silence. Presently he
said:
II wish you wouldn't call me Mr..
Ryder. meant to ask you this before.
You know very well that you've no
great love for the name, and If you
persist you'll end by including me in
your hatred of the hero Of your book"
Shirley looked at him with amused
curiosity.
what do you mean," she asked.
"What do you want me to call your?
"Oh, l don't know" he stammered,
rather inundated by this self pos
sessed young woman, who looked him
calmly through and through. "Why
not call me Jefferson? Mr.. Ryder is
so formal"
Shirley laughed outright, merry,
unrestrained peal of honest laughter.
which made the passersby turn their
heads and smile, too. commenting the
while on the stylish appearance of the
two Americans whom they took for
sweethearts. After all, reasoned Shir-
ley, he was right. They had been to-
gether now nearly every hour In the
day for over a month. 1t was absurd
to call him Mr.. Ryder. So, addressing
him with mock gravity, she said:
You're right, Mr.. Ryder-I mean
Jefferson. You're quite right You are
JEFFERSON from this time on, only re-
member'-here she shook her Rloved
nnger at him warningly-''mind You
behave yourselfi No more such senti-
mental speeches as you made lust
now"
Jefferson beamed- He felt at least
two inches taller, ana at that moment
ne would not have changed places
with any one in the world. To hide
the embarrassment his Qualification
caused him he pulled out his watch
and exclaimed: ~. =
Why. it's quarter past six. We
shall have all we can do to get bscs,
20 the hotel and dress for dinner"
Shirley rose at once, although hath
to leava 'O~Sn