The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1921-12-29

knew that she would be unable to sin
single note, but she remained isilenl
"Now," said ma grandly as shs
emerged from the ticket office witt
the tickets, "I've done something bi,
! for Susan. Here's the Banner cominl
now, down the track. You childrel
and pa stand ready to hop on, ant
be sure and turn back some seats
SOS we can all ride facing each other
You. Susan, are going to ride in thu
parlor car. Here's the ticket for your
ride. Mr.. Meadows sure stared when
I asked him to reserve q chair in the
parlor car for today. I've read that
only the best people travel that way,
and there's no telling who" Her
eager voice was drowned In the ap-
preaching roar Of the Banner train
from st. Louis, and before the dazed
Susan could ask how much the reser-
walton cost she had been helped up
the steps by the colored porter and the
train flashed off.
Susan kept her eyes fixed on the
flying landscape for a few miles, then
timidly raised her eyes. Her fellow
passengers paid scant attention to the
little freckled country girl in her
unsuitable frock Of lace and floppy
nat. She vaguely sensed the differ.
ence in clothing and tried to keen her
white satin shod feet under the foot
rest. She was glad when her station
was called and she tottered to the yes
tlDule to descend. At the farther end
OF the train she saw Charlie eayly
helping down ma and the numerous
members Of mas family.
why, where's Susan?" she heard
him exclaim as pa gingerly stepped
down from the high step Of the DAY
coach and counted heads.
Susan" mas voice was replete
with pride, "came in the parlor car.
You know, she's agoin' to sing at tho
ball tonight"
Charles face clouded. he went
slowly toward the small, white-clad |
figure tottering along anxiously to-
ward him. Susan, feel ashamed of |
you." he said sternly. "Why should |
you ride In chair car and your ma
30 In the day coach7 II you've got
such notions as that don't think
you're cut out for a working mans
vile. Is duke coming to take you
70 the hall or do you want me to help
you along in those satin shoes7"
Susan's eyes misted suddenly, but
The was too shy to reply. Pa, who had
ollowed, interviewed.
Susan didn't know that she was to
ide In the parlor car. It's her mas
loings. You see," pa winked at the
disappearing young man, 1--WE never
zen OF much account In the family
nd ma has had to look out for our
uture, but" he sent cautious glance
ack to where his better-half was talk.
ng yolubly with group Of old neigh.
ors, Il guess I'll have to begin and !
urD her some. Now that she ain't !
usy with the two washings week her
lind Is running toward society-doings s
nd she plaques Susan about acting
Ike young lady instead of a nice T
tile girl who can cook the best meals g
l the country" h
Il thought my dress was pretty &
ancy," murmured Susan with a con-
rite smile in the direction of her in a
'epid mother, "but hated to say any r
ling after ma worked so hard deck p
lg me out" n
Oh" Charlie tucked the sunburned r.
tile hand under his arm with a bel. b
gerent glance at a travelling man m
earby, that's it. Say, Susan. 7 W
fought for a minute that you'd grown ii
Dove me. Want to stop in at the ice tt
cam parlor and get something? All G.
re family, too" he added generously til
Susan's face became sunshiny. "All
ght," she assented, my throat does
ell awful dry"