Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1916-09-08
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

"She isn't a-a-the vulgar thing
you call her just because she took
highest honors at college"
Il guess I'll go fishing" Tommy
lit a cigarette and stepped off the
porch.
Once out of sight, Tommy dug down
for leather pocketbook and from
the neatly arranged bills and papers
he fished u bit of rag. He held it
tenderIy in the palm of his hand for
minute, smiling reminiscently. IL
was thin white stuff embroidered in
pink and blue daisies, with delicate
tracery of green leaf. The edges were
frayed and torn. He wondered where
the girl was and who she was-the
in a boat in a little deserted cove at
sunset, her engine gone dead.
Tommy had chugged around the cor
ner and stopped.
"HelloI he called.
"Hellol ~ she answered.
"What's wrongY
81 don't know"
want lllt!
"Thank you. If you'll put me off
at the hotel, 1 can get my boat in
the morning." She stood up and
there was a sound of ripping and tear
ing as one of the flounces caught and
held.
"Oh, what q rotten shame - he SYM
pathized, reaching over and trying t
help her extricate herself.
81 can't help it and it's too late to
go home for another" she said. 'Tm
dining with the Merricks and Alice
can pin me up some way"
Then he lost her Next day he
went to the hotel only to find that the
Merricks had departed He called him.
self a fool and everything else in the
calendar for not finding out her name
before.
He continued his search disconso-
lately for days, each hour thinking of
some new charm and almost wearing
out his ragged souvenir with looking
1T it. "She was just the girl for me-"
he sighed. Little, pretty, curly hair.
Deachy lips, teasing eyes, jolly, dandy
teeth, and I'll bet she didn't know
Latin grammar from cook book"
Days passed, weeks passed, months
passed. The Bottoms had closed their
cottage and returned to New York.
Tommy had given up loafing and was
working hard in his fathers bank.
The first of November came. Tommy
vas getting restless again.
May I have next week off, Dad? L
hink if YOU don't mind, I'll go up to
)anny's in Maine and shoot a bit"
''Sure, boy, go if You wish"
SO Tommy, with bag and gun case.
appel one evening at Danny's cot
age and old Martha let him in.
BLESS me, it's the boy, DAM"
After supper, the men settled down
} talk and Martha sat sewing by the
re. Strip after strip she sewed end
} end. rolling them into ball for
lie weaver. ''lt's for rag rugs for
he new lodge up yonder," she ex-
lained. "The missus sent me bushels
things to cut up. Here's one fin
he'd She proudly held up a rug.
Il the cOlOrS OF the rainbow.
pretty, very" agreed Tommy. zone
ouldn't think rags could be made
to that" His eye wandered over
lie heap on the floor. Suddenly he
w something's piece of white thin
uif, embroidered in pink and blue
isles.
where did you get this. Martha?"
ringing TO his feet and holding tie
rip toward her.
''Why, that came with the rest of the
ings Mrs. Sawyer sent. One of
ISIS Genevieve's dresses L supposei-
"Genevieve Sawyerl" Tommy was
re he had lost his senses. "Are the
wyers here?"
They built the new lodge" ex-
lined Danny. ''Ye ought to see III
me day Miss Genevieve wants to 90
nting with me. Dye care if we take
-"
10" agreed Tommy huskily. 1--WE
ght take her tomorrow"
Danny was trailing a deer. Tommy
rfectly happy, was breaking frosty
derbrush for Genevieve TO get
'ough- The girl. to casual OBJ
yer, was as happy as Tommy and
her fawn-colored hunting suit was
pretty as she was in the pink and
e summer frock.
Tommy turned. SAY.
ats the difference between a Latin
mmar and cook book?
'he thought for a moment. "why.
lont know. What's the answer"
asked.
'ommy caught her hand and looked
D her eyes. 'The answer Is" he
4 deliberately, 'that I'm going to
rry You. dear. il your have me?"
, wright. 1916 by the McC,lure Nevso.