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

Seldom did eye rest on a prettier pic
ture than was made by bonnie Maude
Denison this early April morning. The
ciose-ftting French grey merino dress.
with the plain linen collar and cuffs. set
of her beautifully nodded figure to per-
fection, while the cerise neck-ribbon lust
relieves and gives warmth to her some
what neutral-tinted robe. Moreover, that
abe had just returned from a successful
raid on the conservatory, a snow-white
camellia and its blood-red sister coquet-
tishly twisted in her glossy brown hair.
sufficiently attested-those crown Jewels
Of the floral world looking more in place
now than when adjoining their parent
stems.
Good morning, sweet mother mine"
cried Maude, as Mrs. Denison entered
the breakfast room. "Only look at the
plumber I've brought you l found old
Judkins' flowers unguarded this morning.
and / gathered and plucked Isn't that a
bouquet, mamma, to greet you in AprilT'
Yes. love-glorious. No need to tell
me Judkins was away, or never would
his pets have been despoiled in this wise"
No, cross old thing He thinks flow
ers were made only to look at on their
stems, and not to wear or decorate
rooms"
The entrance of Harold Denson here
checked conversation. He nodded a care
less Good morning" to his daughter, and
then plunged moodily into his correspond
ence- He found nothing there, appar-
emily, to raise his spirits. At length,
thrusting his letters into his pockets, he
rose.
WELL" he said, "things look blacker
and blacker. It's no use struggling; the
sooner my scheme is tried the better. Do
what you promised yesterday. Delay is
useless"
But Harold" pleaded his wife
as the ever-ready tears rose to her eyes.
Don't be foolish. It's our only chance.
Understand" he said, crossing over to his
wife's chair, and lowering his voice so
chat his daughter could not catch his
words-"just put it before her In a com
mon sense way this morning. How can
you tell she will object. She can do as
she likes about it. l have no wish to
coerce her in any way; but, mind. tell her
the whole truth. 1t is only fair the pro-
posal should be laid before her. I'll come
up to your room after luncheon, and Won
can tell me how she takes it :" and turn
ing on his heel, Harold Denison left the
room.
whats the matter my mother" said
Maude, as she stole to Mrs. Denison's
side. and, passing her arms round her
neck, laid her fair, fresh young cheek
against the pale, worn, troubled face
''More of these dreadful money miseries
suppose but don't look so fearful over
It. Papa looks so gloomy, and you so
sad. It's enough to brighten poor me. Even
II he has lost some more money, | sup
pose we shall always have enough to
live upon and If you and 1, mother, can't
have new dresses for everso long, that's
nothing to be very sad about"
am afraid Maude Denison is display
ing an ignorance of the world, and dis
regard TO the vanities and gewgaws there
of, that may seem a little high-strained !:
but recolect that she is but eighteen
that the Xmbinster was her first ball, and
that, owing to her fathers pride and
straitened circumstances, she has lived
very secluded life.
Few were the strangers that came with
in the gates Of Glinn of late years. Har-
old Denison scorned 10 entertain unless
be could do so with ell the old lavish