Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1921-02-24


. 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 Win you tell me-" she broke
off abruptly, 'where my Aunt Eme-
line is?'
I'm afraid" the young man sadly
answered, that l cannot oblige. I
7's'' that 7 might know-your Aunt
Emalina"
But if you don't know her." per
sisted the girl, then why are you
here?"
Pardon me-" the young man saic,
Il have been wondering that very
thing about you"
Sallie turned from him coldly.
81 came to visit my Aunt Emeline,"
she replied, "but she seems not to be
at home, while you-?"
81 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.
81 am James Oliver Lodge" he an
swered, 'and l hope the name duly i'm
presses you. Some people call me
Jim"
'Tell you what" he suggested i'm
pulsiyely, "Ill get out the car and we
will go and look for Aunt Emeine to-
gether. Well try the shopping dis
trict first-just one short block.
Bring your valise," he advised.
Certainly not" Sallie answered
promptly.
81 am going to stay right on in this
house."
Nothing would give me greater
pleasure" Jim said cheerfully.
you are funny" Sallie exclaimed.
"Why should you be so pleased about
IT,"
1T is rather soon; I fear to tell
you," he answered with a rueful
SldHNt, anu llie girl SiSHeu III SAdSpSh-
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 a
French window to the veranda. On
the fly-leaf of the book, Sallie read on
inscription, "To 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 Emeline, yet here upon
cher" 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, upon
her table"
at is not her table," James Lodge
retorted; it's mine-my table, my |
house, my everything"
"Your home" Sallie murmured, "and |
you let me walk in and play your
ninuo- and"
81 didn't let you" Jim denied. lou
came in yourself. When 1 heard the |
piano. I followed from the garden.
When you asked for your Aunt Eme-
line. and I offered to take you out and |
try to locate her, you drove me-" he
ended tragically, from my home"
81 arrived at the station this after
noon, and asked to be taken to the
Orion place." Sallie carefully ex-
planned, land the town driver brought
me here. and left me at the door. |
remember the house from childhood
visits. When no one answered to my
ring, | came in to wait for my aunt
If this is your home, then where's
Aunt Emeline"
AT her bungalow, no doubt" the
young man answered briskly. Il will
take you there. If you had mentioned
the name orion, should have known
at once Dad has bought the old Or
ton homestead--bu if we live here for
ages it will always be 'Orton place to
the natives"
AS he stood, Sallies bag in his hand,
James Oliver Lodge looked down into
her face with laughing eyes.
'You expressed a determination not
long since" he reminded her, "to stay
right on in this house. | told you
then that nothing would give me
greater pleasure. However, we will
take that subject up later. Praise bel
happen to be a favorite with Miss
Orion"
And Sallie, smiling at his daring,
blushed as she smiled.