Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1912-05-30

corner cooked an 1uQulsIUv0 eye ~
his mistress.
II can't give up the gliding ma.
chine" said Bartholomew with unex.
pected spirit in one usually SO meek.
and during an ominous silence he
hobbled across the room, retrieved his
hat and overcoat. managed to get into
one and balance the other on his
head
Il wish you good day. Libbie." he
said quietly, and went away.
"Fool!" shrieked the parrot angri.
~.
Keep still. Polly!" chided Libbie
Long. Il know I'm fool. but. oh.
dear. thought he would be easier to
manage!"
Cocoon! .Lawks!" shrieked the
bird disgustedly and turned his back
on his Respondent mistress.
II don't suppose he will ever come
back" unused Libbie Long, as she sat
there alone. 1.-THE way he spoke when
I told him to chose between me and
the gliding machine was as much as to
say there were plenty Of women in
the world but only one gliding ma
chine. Perhaps after he breaks few
more arms and legs he'll come to his
Senses" she ended plaintively. for she
was sorry for herself. She spoke of
Bartholomew Jepson's injuries much
as II he had been a centipede instead
of biped.
So their engagement was suspend
ed, SO to speak, for the widow did not
return the amethyst ring Bartholo-
NEW had placed upon her finger.
Let him come after It," she MUIR
INJURED to herself every time she
looked at 1t, and that was very often.
for she continued to wear 1t on her
engagement finger.
Bartholomew Jepson's house was
situated on what was known as the
Upper Bay road and Libbie Longs
was on the Lower Bay road. Bar
tholomew's was built on sort Of
plateau that shelved of perhaps so
feet into Libbie Longs back yard. In
front Of the Jepson house there ran
the Upper Bay road and the view of
harbor and surrounding hillsides was
beautiful. Libbie's house was very
old and weather-beaten with wide
chimneys and a messy roof. After
they were married Bartholomew and
his bride had planned to sell the
widows old home and live in the Jep-
son house.
Several weeks passed away and the
amateur glider recovered the use Of
his MANNED ankle and once more they
told stories Of how "Batty" Jepson
was practicing with his gliding ma
chine. Those who watched said that
they had seen him make several sue
cessful flights or glides from the
ridgepole of his barn to the back
dooryard of his house..
Some festivity in the village divert
ed all attention from Mr.. Jepson's eff
forts on the most brilliant moonlight
night Of the autumn. He had planned
daring glide. He was going to
start from the roof of his house and
glide gently and swiftly through the
air to the Lower road. There was a
broad space between. the locust trees
near Libbje Longs house that would
nuAiiI VI LIS iSo passage uclWeeu
them.
Bartholomew Jepson's glide was
successful in more ways than one. He
left the roof of his house. headed
straight between the two tall trees,
when bat few into his face; he
veered suddenly and then losing con-
troll Of himself plunged solidly down
ward, crashing through the Widow
Longs frail roof. leaving a tearing
hole in the shingles and landing
plumply on a pile Of feather beds in
the attic.
When the frightened widow came
into the attic, candle in hand, she
stared at Bartholomew Jepson's pale
face with CONSERVATION mingled with
Joy in her own.
you see-I-came-back Libbie,"
smiled Bartholomew, for he had miss
ed Libbie more than he dared &C.
knowledge.
"Oh, you have hurt yourself again
where Is 1t now?" bewailed Libbie
Long. absently permitting the glider
to kiss her plump cheek.
II expect-it's my heart this time"
grinned Bartholomew with recovered
spirits as he emerged from his feath.
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