Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1909-08-28


profusion--that prodigal hospitality of
formep times which had entailed such Bit
ternessfArl his present daily bread His
wife, ~ Eyally an extremely sensitive
woman.F SHRINK also from mixing in so
ciety ina snnch more humble and modest
way than she had been wont to do. She
was not ofTthe Temperament to face the
half-whispered scomments and appraised
eyebrows OF her country neighbors: Poor
thing hear he has run through every
thing; evenAthe carriage horses have to
be put down. Remarks of this kind
were past hT endurance, and SO it was
that since SID tft school, some two years
ago, Maude had led very secluded life.
True. manyae4 old friend of the Deni-
sons had offered 10 take care of the girl
to various gaietN in the county, even IL
they could not induce Mrs. Denison to
come to their houses and chaperone her
own daughter but all such invitations
had been met with brief though cour-
teous refusal. Poor lady, she had more
than once pleaded in her darling's behalf
but, wrapped in his own selfish pride,
Harold Denison said fercely, he would
be patronized by no one.
And SO Maude grew up like some wild
flower, though not "born to bloom Snd
blush unseen" For are there not already
two who would fain pluck the wild flower
and gather it to their bosoms IL they may7
Did Maude know she was handsome?
OF course she did She wanted no Xmin-
ster ball to tell her that. What girl
over Fifteen, in the most primitive of
nations, having beauty, is unaware OF
ALn-. Ill IL
there not deep pelucid waters that will
serve as such Natures mirrors where
by to wreath wild flowers in the hair?
Maidens of our advanced civilization may
be haunted with misgivings. Given the
face Of an angel. can we tell how it may
stand the makeup" that fashion seems
to have decreed in these dnys7 How dasss
eyes and eyelashes will 20 with golden
hair is, of course. an open question.
can fancy the nervousness of those dusky
Indian bellies till they have ascertained
the effect of paint and pigments, and what
anxious moments our remote ancestresses
must have, had when they first put on
their woad
Thus il came about that Maude Denison
had been out but on very few occasions
and had II not been that her godmother,
who having gold to bequeath, was too inn
portant a person to be trihed with, had
insisted on bearing her of. she had never
seen that memorable minister ball.
Twelve O'Clock, and the sun shines
brightly into Mrs. Denison's boudoir,
throwing rich tints through Maude's
brown tresses, and lighting up the pale
face of her mother; that joyous, fearful
capricious, womanish April sun-so like
woman in it's glowing strength, so like
her again. in its overloaded weakness
Poor Mrs. Denison is still bordering on
how to begin the dread task her lord has
set her. She knows that glozing phrase
Of mot wishing to coerce the girls de-
cision," is but the meanest mockeries
she can look back upon that airy preface
of mot that | wish to sway you, my
dearest Eleanor" in so many cases. and
remembers too we'll that whatever may
have been her misgivings or dislikes the
program has generally been carried out
in its original integrity. She has borne
these things meekly. They concerned but
herself; now they threaten her daughter.
Weak woman as she is, she would fain
stand Mt bay here. Still, though intui-
lively knowing that 1t was false, there is
the specious reasoning of her husbands.
that the thing ought to be submitted to
Maude herself. Again the tendrils of her
affections are twined round dear old
CHM; she feels what bitter wrench it
would be to say farewell to the old place.
Above all, there is the strong will of that
selfish husband, whom she still loves so
dearly. under whose thrall her life has
passed.