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

| MISS Cynthla lnterestsoiy.
overjoyed at her attentions, refusing
to leave him for herself was the last
straw.
But, even worse, could the man have
meant to insinuate that she was con-
sciously exerting a charm, for him,
over Blossoms shoulder? The mere
suspicion of such thing settled mat
tiers! With her head in the air she
walked to the front of the store and
demanded a paper Of tacks, which
Miss Selma Lue FASTENED to wrap up
for her, all unmindful of the proximi-
ity Of the volcano.
Il do wish you didn't have to go,
Miss Cynthie, honey. l was Jest count
ing on your setting with us awhile
to git quainted with Mr.. Alan. He do
talk so interesting about pictures and
things we don't know nothing about
You can learn a heap from him. Why,
Mr.. Dobbs was a-saying jest last night
that the things he tells US about are
down often to see him." And within
yard of Miss Selma Lue stood the
helpless victim of her enthusiasm.
Blossom in his arms swaying with
sleep. The color of his face and ears
and the set Of his square Jaw told the
tale of his embarrassment which flared
up into rage SURPRISING that which
burned in the bosom Of his adversary
as she answered gently, very gently:
Thank you, Miss Selma Lue; | am
sadly in need of instruction In many
things" And with her chin in the air
and the suspicion of tilt to her very
classic little nose, Miss Cynthia swept
out Of the door without so much as a
glance either to the right or the left
Now amt she the sweetest thing!"
exclaimed Miss Selma Lue as she
leaned out of the door and watched
the retreating figure with admiring
eyes, all unconscious of the snub and
the feelings OF the snubbed. She's
Jest that good and kind and loving
that you couldn't hardly believe 1t,
could your"
NO, It's hard to believe that any.
body could be-like that! Does she
harEen often in these parts?" an
swered Mr.. Alan in a weak voice.
Why, she's our Miss Cynthie from
up on the hill-you know the big
house with the white pillars and the
long walks with box scrubs on each
side. Her ma, Mis- jackson Page
owns all this Bluff and most of the
land 'twixt here and the edge OF town.
and she is one OF the first families
though we all do come here from
Adam and Eve. They amt rich, be.
cause the city took a notion to grow
out west Of the University, and here
we are left jest high and dry except
for the car line which runs cars only
when 1t can't get outen it. Mr.. Jim Pc
tiers is conductor on one of 'em and
Mr.. Flarity is motorman on the
other, and they don't make but
six trips a day. We are all a-hanp.
ing on here on count of the
boat landing and some of the men a.
running on the river. Looks like pros-
perity's kinder shying at us, fer Mis-
Jackson Page can't sell foot of her
land fer a decent price, and she's lest
downright land-poor as the saying ia"
Is Mr. Flarity the Flarity who is
the owner OF Carrots and his broth.
err asked Mr. Alan. He had deposited
Blossom on the counter and she had
Immediately curled up in a little bunch
and plunged into the depths of sleep
He seated himself on the steps as he
questioned Miss Selma Lue about the
parental history OF the twins-anv.
thing to get his mind off the scornfnI
lady Of the Hill mansion and give his
ears chance to cool down
Yes and he is the most misfortun.
ate man | ever did know about some
things. His wife have had twins
twice. and a tapeworm, and now she's
gone to the hospital to stay three
months to get cured of 1t. The poor
thing wouldn't go until promised to
invite the babies fer a visit while she