Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1915-07-30
MARRYING ROYALTY
So Carl Said When He Welded
the Queen of Cooks.


climbing the stairs to the third floor.
Good morning, Miss Newton" she
smiled at the little nursery governess
who was sitting with Bobby In the
window seat. Il wonder II you and
Bobby wouldn't like 20 play today?
We are going to picnic at the pine
grove and"
"Oh. mother-honeyl" Bobby flung
his sturdy self at his parent. "Will
there be lemonade and chicken sand
witches? And can 1 wear my new
white Tommy Tucker suit?"
Yes, to everything" laughed Mrs.
Bliss, kissing him and moving toward
the door. Can you he ready in is
minutes, Miss Newton?"
"Of course we can, Mrs. Bliss! We
wouldn't miss picnic for the world,
would we, Bobby?" She jumped up
and put away books and toys. Come,
childiei"
They danced down the corridor to
Bobby's room where nurse quickly
put him into the much-admired suit
In the meantime Beth Newton
brushed her red-brown hair and
slipped into a dainty pale blue ging-
ham frock, then the girl and the little
boy went sedately downstairs to the
front veranda where three motor cars
were waiting for the merry house
party that had filled the Bliss coun-
try home for ten days.
Some of the girls and women came
up and spoke to Bobby and nodded
kindly to the little governess; one
of them, Miss Nugent. tall, graceful,
and carelessly kind in her manner,
introduced Beth right and left, until
presently the girl found herself in
timid conversation with Mr. Carl Bel
lew, so many times millionaire
that no one troubled to remember ex-
actly how many dollars there were
and only recalled that he was just as
nice as if he didn't have a penny.
At last they were off, Beth and
Bobby tucked away in the tonneau
, of the last car with Mr.. and Mrs.
Mitchell, the footman and the lunch
baskets which overlooked on to the
running boards and the luggage car
riers.
This is jollyl" cried Bobby en-
Enthusiastically as they swept out of
: the driveway and turned up the road
that led to the Pine Mountain.
Beth smiled absently. Perhaps she
was thinking that it might have been
pleasanter if she had been in one of
the other large cars among that
} merry crowd of girls and young men.
But she chided herself sharply for the
momentary discomfort and was soon
her own accustomed happy self, en-
joying the unexpected holiday to the
utmost.
At the pine grove the picnic
hampers we're unloaded; James, the
footman, built a fire and was then
allowed to return home with the
machines They we're to come for
the picknickers at shutdown. "One
cant have a jolly picnic with serv,
ants around" Mrs. Bliss had de-
} cided.
- Leaving the fire to take care OF
itself the party trooped through the
pines to the glade where waterfall
tumbled among the brown rocks. An
acrid smell of burning brought them
running to the campfire.
The fire had overcrept the bounda-
2 ries of it's encircling stones and had
licked its way among the pine needles
until it reached the four large
hampers.
There was nothing left of the
food save blackened remnants, and
of the hampers there remained only
charred splinters. AS the picknick
ers reached the scene the last soda
= water bottle exploded with a sicken
ing report.
Seven miles from anywhere!'
groaned Mrs. Bliss.
And not a thing to eat!" added
Mitchell blankly.
"Or to drink" mourned Mr. Mitch
- ell as he grubbcd among the ruins OF
tho hampers.
There was a murmur of discomfort
among the young people. Some OF
the men volunteered to walk back to
the house and bring something to cal
but the question was quickly decided
when few heavy drops of rain fell
Where is the nearest shelter?'
asked Carl Bellew.
1T must be old Ned Blake's shan
ty," replied Mrs. Bliss. AT least il
O will keep us dry for awhile. Come
everybody"
i Someone laughed a spirit of adven
ture into the party and so they has
tened down the slope until under the
r shoulder of the mountain they reached
long, weather-beaten shanty bull
against a great rock that formed it:
n rear wall.
Ned Blake was a hermi. who gained
a living by gathering herbs and Der
n ries in season.
Repeated knocks upon the dool
. brought no response. The latch
string is out" suggested Beth New
ton.
Carl Bellew pulled the latch-strint