The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1911-03-24

fer a year" she said land It has
been more'n a week since she came
down The cook comes after things
and she says the child amt sick, so
amt got no cause to worry; but
I'm jest hungry to see her. Seems
like she is kind of a frosted cake
the more you git of her the more you
want"
Yes. thick with frosting, and white
and cold; it's good to-look at" re-
marked Mr. Alan as he seated him
self on an upturned peck measure
and reached to head Clemmie off from
a pile of scrubbing brushes she seemed
bent on chewing
We'll, I've got a feeling in my
bones she'll come today, and I'm going
to expect her anyway. Mis- Kinneys
bones always gives her notice OF
trouble, but I've get mine trained SO
they ache fer the coming of good
Miss Selma Lue's wisdom was an I'M
conscious adaptation of one of the
principles of very modern thought
1t was at the lull time at eleven
o'clock, when the Bluff dinners we're
| all in the pot, and Miss Selma Lue
could get d breathing spell until the
afternoon rush for supper provender
The Bluff bought supplies a meal at
a time and brought the nickels and
dimes in payment thereof. Miss Sc
lima Lue had no need of a bookkeeper
she put her money in cracked vim
egar Jug behind the counter. Nor did
she ever have enough to make bank
| deposits, as her stock was bought on
much the same principle as that on
which it was sold, a little at time
and cash down.
"For," she counseled her neighbors,
having on hand, most of times means
wasting, and the piece of meat
oughter go in the pot according to
what you know you oughter have and
not what you think you want. Lots
of folks stomiks amt as greedy as
they is"
Mr.. Alan had come in for his din.
ner little before the time. He spent
most of his mornings down at the
ferry sketching the roustabouts as
| they loaded the early boats; but when
| the wharf was deserted he found 1t
| pleasant to come and chat with Miss
Selma Lue as she prepared the simple
meal he shared with her. He liked
to watch the babies tumble and crawl
about the grocery before their noon
nars, for the floor and low-lying re-
gions of the store offered unlimited
! opportunities for adventure to creep
ers, and it always interested him to
see what they could manage in the
way of exciting catastrophes.
Miss Selma Lue at such times fair
| " radiated with good cheer and in
terest and he felt constrained to do
likewise. In fact, Miss Selma Lue
| invited condolences as the sun invites
| the buds in the springtime, and her
views of life were sound If unusual
The non-appearance of Miss Cynthia
was uppermost in her thoughts, and
she seemed possessed of an inexhaust-
ible store of admiring anecdotes OF
that disturbing young person. There
was in his mind a sneaking suspicion
nay. a shame-faced certainty-that
his own presence was the cause Of
her seeming neglect of Miss Selma
Lue, and his conscience hurt him.
Bother the girl! Why should she pass
him in the lane as if he were non
existent and manage to convey an
impression of his utter obnoxiousness
every time he so much as caught a
glimpse of her in the distance? He
was of her world and accustomed to
the amenities thereof, and he was not
in the way of being trodden under
even a very pretty pair of first fam
lily" feet His pride rebelled. He was
something of first family" himself
and was in the habit of receiving I'M
limited expressions of regard from
the fair sex, especially those who
were admitted through the sacred
portals of his studio.
And, forsooth, what had he done to
arouse such animosity? 1t really
seemed an old-fashioned spell of jeal-
ousy over his place in the affections
of Miss Selma Lue and the soap-box-
ers. He felt decidedly annoyed that
anyone should presume to question
his rights in the River Bluff Grocery
household Indeed, he felt entitled
to call himself a soap-boxer If he
chose-and-he was about to say sc
aloud when he was interrupted by q
glad cry from Miss Selma Lue as
she hurried down the steps and waved
her hand to the inspiration of his
disturbing thoughts, who was leisure
ly approaching from up the street
surrounded by a group of small
adorers.
Bonnie Dobbs, having deposited hi'
packages at home, was backing be
fore her with upturned, beaming face
and Luella Kinney and Ethel Maut
pressed close to her side, while he
arms held young Jim Peters, CAREFUL!
regardful of his youngness. She wal
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