The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1920-09-24
WHERE'S EMELINE?
BY AGNES G. sRooAN.


The girl looked about the oldfash-
Toned room with the French windows
she had admired ss child, opening
out on wide verandas. Then she went
to the piano and sorted over the mu-
sic. The songs Of by-gone day,
which she had expected to find, had
given way surprisingly to new and roll
licking ballads. So Aunt Emeline also
had become modernized In her taste
for music. Sallie tossed her hat on
a chair and placed her travelling bag
beneath II, and began to play the one
sentimental piece she could find. 1t
was something about "Oh I'm lonely"
and "Oh, I'm blue" and carried
touching appeal. But as Sallie for
the second time reached the chorus
and was wailing softly, "Oh! I'm so
lonely" a masculine voice nearby en-
phatically remarked:
$50 am l."
And as Sallie, undecided whether to
stop or to proceed, unnoticing with her
song, finished "Oh! I'm blue" the
young man again exclaimed:
That's me, too. I've been sitting
out there he went on, as she turned
on the stool, wanting to curse every
thing in this dull town from the band
stand to the pump, when your musical
voice expressed my feelings for me-"
my singing" Sallie demurely re-
piled, "has never before been likened
to cursing. But If it helped to relieve
you VIII you tell me-" she broke
Off abruptly, 'where my Aunt Enc
line is?"
I'm afraid" the young man sadly
answered, that l cannot oblige.
wish that / might know-your Aunt
Emeline."
But If you don't know her." per-
sisted the girl, ''then why are you
here?"
Pardon me-" the young man sai0,
II have been wondering that very
thing about you"
Sallie turned from him coldly.
Il came to visit my Aunt Emeline,"
she replied, "but she seems not to be
at home, while you-?"
II am very much at home" the man
pleasantly interrupted.
Sallie stopped to pick up her bag.
She would go In search of Aunt Eme-
line.
"Who are your" the girl asked.
II am James Oliver Lodge" he an
swered, land hope the name duly i'm
presses you. Some people call me
jim"
"Tell you what" he suggested i'm
pulsively, "I'll get out the car and we
will go and look for Aunt Emeline to-
gether. Well try the shopping dis
trict first-just one short block.
Bring your valise,n, he advised.
Certainly not" Sallie answered
promptly.
II am going to stay right on n this
| house."
Nothing would give me greater
pleasure" Jim said cheerfulIy.
"You are funnyi" Sallie exclaimed.
why should you be SO pleased about
it2"
ut is rather soon; 1 fear to tell
you," he answered with rueful
glance, and the girl sighed in exasper
alton.
Sallie ignored this levity. She felt
that she had joked enough.
Under pretense of reading, she took
a book from the table, and the young
man obediently passed out through q
French window to the veranda. Or
the fiy-leaf of the book. Sallie read OF
inscription. ITO James Oliver Lodge
from Dad"
The girls pretty brOws wrinkled in
perplexity. This young man whom she
had dismissed professed no knOwl-
edge of Aunt Emellne. yet here upon
"her" table was "his" bOok-frOm dad
Come here she called peremptor
lily, and the young man came.
"You don't know Aunt Emeline," she
accused, yet here is your book, upoI
her table"
ut is not her table," James Lodg
retorted; it's m'ne-rny table, M
house, my everything"
"YOur home" S;allie murmured, "and
you let me walk, In and play youl
piano, and"
II didn't let yOu;" Jim denied. "Yor
came in Yourself When 1 heard tht
! piano, / followed from the garden
When you asked for your Aunt Eme
line. and offered to take you out anC
| try to locate her yf,u drove me" h,