The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1921-07-28
SHEILA


from the roadside. On it's veranda
rocking comfortably, sat gray
haired woman, her fingers busy with
q pan Of fresh peas. girl was ap-
preaching. The woman called to an
old man plodding about the garden.
Daniel" she asked, ''now who do
you suppose Is coming to see usf'
1T isn't Camilla" he replied. AT
nrst l thought that Is might be Ca
miila."
His wife laughed softly.
"You wouldn't expect our daughter
TO hunt US out in our humbleness,
would your" she questioned.
The woman arose waiting. as the
girl came nearer; she was a dewy-
eyed, wild-rose sort Of creature, with
q pert, very evidently new hat on her
dark wavy hair.
IF you please" she asked. would
you direct me to the Junction, where
the trains go on to the city7"
THE Junction Is five miles or more
from here" the old man answered
her. land the road rough and uneven.
Were you hoping to walk there to-
night?"
The girls eyes filed with tears.
Il did not know that 1t would be
so far" she hesitated.
"You cannot have walked here from
Ocean View" the woman interposed.
You have sent your car back, per-
haps?"
The girl turned.
II will tell you why" she replied,
1T is because am running away"
The woman picked up her pan Of
peas. Daniel" she called. "come
here"
Reluctantly the man in overalls
came.
First" said the girl, you must
promise not to betray my confidence"
Yes, my dear she said.
1T was week ago." the girl began,
that | was married hastily ar
ranged marriage, because of the death
OF my grandfather. Always, had
lived with Grandfather Craigie, In a
tiny house that was his home | knew
no other, while he was all that I
ever had. But we were very happy
together in our bare, neat little home
that l loved to tend; with his chick
ems and his vegetables to keep him
busy. At evening we would sing the
old Scotch songs he loved, and we
did not miss the outside world, be-
cause we knew so little of 1t until
the artist man came call him that
still sometimes, In thought. although
ne is now my husband
He was drawing pictures for the
magazines when we met, and stopped
to visit with grandfather one evening
in passing. Later, he begged Grand
father Craigle to let me pose for him.
There was something about my hair
that the artist liked, and my eyes it
was very strange, and he colored 1t
all most beautifully into picture,
and called the picture "Sheila," which
Is my name. And-when grandfather
went so suddenly-my artist man
whom | had grown to lOve-oh so
dearly, made me his wife, and brought
me to the great Ocean View for our
bridal trip before returning to the
city where his home is. And l was
happy-happy, until last night his
fine sister came ON to meet me- and
heard her talking later with my
husband on the balcony of the hotel
outside our window. They did not
know that | heard. for had left them
to run down to the wonderful beach.
1t was my cape l came back for, when
I heard this sister speak my name.
THAT impossible Scotch girl" she
angrily called me. and challenged my
husband.
How are you going to show such
a wife to motherT
And as | stood shocked and un.
willing to go, l learned what an un-
fortunate marriage my artist had
made. and how my own humbleness
and crudeness would ever hold him
back from that success which meant
sd much to him.
$50. because l knew that he would
not accept my sacrifice, l planned to
run away. He had taught me to ride
on his favorite horse, so that seemed
the easiest way to start. l knew that
Prince would find his way back when
i should let him go. So, stubbornly
Prince went his way. Now that he
has brought me here, will you shell.
ter me until morning? Please do moi
try to reason otherwise, have thought
1t all out. l am not their kind.
could not stay to hear the reproach
Of those hard, disappointed old people
Of whom the sister spoke"
The gray-haired woman arose and
put a protecting arm about the girl
Father" she ordered, bring that
little travelling bag inside"
1--WE will never let you co." the
gray-haired woman said. ''you shall
stay and be to us a daughter. Our
daughter married and went away"
"Very far away" added the old
man sadly.
Then on one of the peaceful eve
nings. quite as a matter of course
came Sheila's artist husband.
"Eor princa ga rriad vou varv uat