The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1911-03-10

clothespin and a pea at the same time,
and Miss Selma Lue's chuckle showed
that she appreciated the humor Of the
picture. When Miss Cynthia laughed
1t provoked a smile from everybody in
seeing or hearing distance, and Miss
Selma Lue's mirth was ever respon-
sive to the slightest call.
Miss Cynthie, honey" she said aft
er few minutes, I've got new soap
box baby and l was mighty anxious for
awhile as to how 1t would be, but
now"
"Oh, Miss Selma Lue, with all you
have to do.-another? Where is it?
! In a box with the others? l am go
ing back to see it." and Miss Cynthia
sprang up with alacrity.
"Oh, no! He stays in the barn with
Charity and he won't be home till
| noon, so set down and let me tell you
| about 1t, for l mistrust myself in do
| Ing it, though the pictures are beau
| tiful. OF course l oughter be willing
| to do something fer arts sake, which
1t looks like is jest his love of this
| beautiful world put right down fer
others to see. And then, it's true they
amt another barn about here that's
as good as mine to paint in. Anyway,
amt he stranger within my gates?"
Miss Selma Lue, what are you talk
ing about? At first it sounded like
baby, then a calf"
You'd think it was both by the way
It drinks milk, and the helplessness Of
it, but it's man"
"A mani"
Yes, man! And amt sure had
oughter done it. fer a strange man
might be a mistake fer a single wom-
an like me to have about the house.
But he was that persuading and nice,
| and l couldn't see no good reason not
to take him; so what could do?"
Miss Selma Lue," said Miss Gym
thia, the dawn of an alarmed wonder
| showing in her big eyes, you don't
mean-you can't mean that you have
| got married while L"
Child" said Miss Selma Lue,
don't never ask me that question
again! When they buried all Of Adon-
IRAN Millsaps they could ind to bring
home from the explosion, the marry.
ing part Of me went into the grave
with the fragmints and amt seen fit
to ever dig 1t up again. Though there
is many good woman as have done
that very thing after having been mar
ried to they husband fer years before
they lost him. But amt one to crit
icize EN- for it, cause some seem to
think it compliments one good hus-
band to git another,-and maybe it
do"
What's your-friend like?" asked
Miss Cynthia interestedly.
Hes a kinder forlorn-like young
man that paints pictures what are
plumb uplifting fer other folks to see.
They are jest out and out surprising
When l seen his heart was so sot on
the barn to work in-I jest amt one
to hold out against other folks hank.
ering fer what's mine, and so-lands
alive, there he comes noW!"
Up from the river over the Blur
came the forlorn one, and the two or
three minutes he consumed in strid.
ing across the lot to the grocery door
Miss Cynthia spent in a paralyzed re.
gard of him.
He was tall and broad and had a
square chin and laughing, dark eyes.
So much she could see, but further de.
tails were obscured, for perched on his
right shoulder was the Blossom. nod.
ding like flower in the breeze and
on his Seft arm bodied Carrots of the
flaming hair, To one knickerbockered
leg chung Bonnie Dobbs, while the
pocket on his other side sagged with
the wounded hand of Ethel Maud.
who ran to keep up with the process.
sion.
In due time they arrived at the foot
OF the steps on which stood Miss Gym
thia, still hypnotized with surprise. and
Miss Selma Lue, anxious to do the
honors In the way of an introduction.
The swaying Of the Blossom and her
clutch OF his hair had hid Miss Cyn.
thia from the sight of the artist and
his surprised eyes took In the radiant
vision in white linen and large rose
garden hat with such a start that
there threatened a rain Of babies on
Miss Selma Lues devoted head.
Make you quainted with Miss Gym
THE, Mr.. Alan-not as that's his last
name, as Is Kent, but we feel so friend !
ly with him now we compliment him
with his first. Miss Cynthie, please
take Blossom SO he can put Carrots in
his box; he is most droze of and am
afraid he will drop often his arm. Eve
got to git bucket OF lard and some
starch fer Mis- Dobbs fer she is in SIGH |
hurry"
Miss Selma Lue's energetic treat |
ment Of the situation released Miss
Cynthia's motor nerves and she be.
came once more herself, a very sweet.
cool, formal self that acknowledged |
the Introduction with graceful aloof.
ness. This most appropriate attitude
toward the strange young man was |