The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1911-03-31


az hate those fast elevators In the
skyscrapers myself" Miss Cynthla
had answered her sympathetically'
"They are all Jest a part and par
eel Of the running around Oh thlheo
They amt no peace in it ALL ana ann
one that holds that peace are the ali
that religion breathes, and Wheh
g,ts shet off from it it sholy dies.
Ant tempting providence by golns
down. lessen business calls me. Anu
she had held to her determination
If Miss Cynthia was delighted at the
prospect of the excursion she was
still more so at the sight OF MISS
Selma Lue as she made her way
through the boxes and barrels ana
cans to the full light Of the front
door The picture was one OF eA.
ceeding majesty, and the heart Oh
Miss CYNTHIA was thrilled in awe. me
foundation of the toilet was a plack
silk as stiff and rustling as any thal
hung in the wardrobe of Mrs. JACK
son Page on the hill, and a genius
had fashioned it some bygone Gay
I'D in Warren county. 1t was cut
without stint of material, and hung
about the tall, dignified figure or MISS
Selma Lue in Oounteous folds; also
| It was adorned with multitude or
small bands known as pipings. II lay
gracefully on che floor at least foot
all around and was lifted in front by
one of Miss SYIina Lue's black-lace'
mittened handy A wide white-lace
collar encirclCE her neck and was
caught by a faded hair-brooch. But
the bonnet waa the browning majesty
of all: It waC wide and scooped, and
adorned by d decorous black bow on
the outside, but in the front of the
funnGf there rested, just above the
gray sprinkled water-waves, raiish
red rose that repeated the note OF ex-
element in her cheeks. She was
wonderful to behold was Miss Selma
Lue and too darling for words" as
Miss Cynthia told her with an impul-
sive squeeze.
where did you get it all. Miss
Selma Lue?" she questioned eXcitedly.
Lands alive, child, this is the
dress my mother had before the war
l amt wored it often, count Of not
having time, but l thought l ought
to put 1t on to compliment Mr.. Dobbs
for asking me ter go along with 'em.
You see, it's this-away. Mr.. Dobbs is
jest the salt of the earth fer kindE less,
except cussing-but he amt never
perfessed and joined the church. So
when he asked Mary Ellen and me ter
go to this boat-meeting with him,
though it do seem a kinder queer
| place to go to praise the Lord-a fiat
boat tied to a lock-T said we must
make out ter keep him company.
Mary Ellen was fer backing down
count of it's being so hot to gear up
tight and she so easy overhet, but
Prevailed on her. l want us all to
look nice ter git Mr.. Dobbs in a
happy, consenting kinder mind. When
I see curl of religion sprouting up,
I think it's best ter kinder shine on 1t
pleasant-like, but not to take too much
notice until 1t roots good. There they
come now! Amt they genteel? Ben
ME and Ethel Maud look jest like
picnic"
And Miss Cynthia smiled delighted
ly as she exchanged greetings with
the enthusiastic family out on the
quest for the soul-welfare Of the head
member Miss Selma Lues adjective
had been an apt one that applied to
them all. Mrs. Dobbs was buttoned up
tight in dark blue coat-suit, and the
perspiration rolled down her happy
face from the crown of her black vel
vet hat with it's remarkable blue
bird, into her white cotton lace collar.
One ungloved hand kept up a con.
slant hopping. Ethel Maud was
in white and starched to the
limit of endurance, and had pink
bows tied wherever they would stick.