The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1922-03-23

Drought MIN uOte WHICH 'hHiu hou
asked Sadie to csk Albert TO give him,
"Dearie: am just wondering II
you thought as much about something
so sweet that happened last night as
l did you know what. think 1t was
the sweetest thing send you one
with this note and l hope you will
think 1t Is q sweet one. I would give
you real one If you were here now
and hope you would think 1t was
sweeter still than the one I put in this
note. 1t Is the sweetest thing now you
are mine and am yours forever kiddo.
If you come around about friday eve
1t will be all right. aunt Jess will be
gone back home by then SO come early
and we will get SADIE and Alb to go to
the band Concert. Don't forget what
I said about my putting something
sweet in this note, and I hope you will
think it is a sweet one but not as
sweet as the real sweet one would
like to-
At this point Ramsey impulsively
tore the note into small pieces. He
turned cold as his imagination pro-
jected a sketch of his mother in the
act of reading this missive, and Of
her expression as she read the SEN
tence: 1T is the sweetest thing now
you are mine and am yours forever
kiddo." He wished that Milla hadn't
written "kiddo." She called him that,
sometimes, but in her warm little voice
the word seemed not at all what it did
in ink. He wished, too, that she hadn't
said she was his forever.
Suddenly he was seized with a hor-
ror of her.
Moisture broke out heavily upon
him; he felt a definite sickness, and,
wishing for death, went forth upon the
streets to walk and walk. He cared
not whittier, so that his feet took him
in any direction away from Militia,
since they were unable to take him
away from himself-of whom he had
as great horror. Her loving face was
continually before him, and its sweet
ness made his flesh creep. Milla had
been too sweet.
When he met or passed people, 1t
seemed to him that perhaps they were
able to recognize upon him somewhere
the marks Of his low quality.
"Softy! Ole sloppy fool!" he NUT
tered, addressing himself. "Slushy
ole mush! Spooner" And
he added, yours forever, kiddo!"
Commissions seemed about to seize
him.
Turning corner with his head
down, he almost charged into Dora
Yocum. She was homeward bound
from a piano lesson, and carried q
rolled leather case of sheet music
something he couldn't imagine Milla
carrying-and in her young girls
dress, which attempted to be nothing
else, she looked as wholesome as cold
spring water. Ramsey had always felt
that she despised him and now, all at
once, he thought that she was justified
Leper that he had become, he was I'm.
worthy to be even touching his cap to
her! And as she nodded and went
briskly on, he would have given any
thing to turn and walk a little way
with her, for it seemed to him that this
might fumigate his morals. But he
lacked the courage, and, besides, he
considered himself unfit to be seer
walking with her.
He had long afternoon OF an
guishes, these becoming most violent
when he tried to face the problem Of
his future course toward Milla. He
did not face it at all, in fact, but mere
ly writhed, and had evolved nothing
when Friday evening was upon hin
and Milla waiting for him to take hel
to the "band concert" with "Alb ant
SADIE" He made shift to seek a shorl
interview with Albert, just before din
ner. .'
II got pretty rotten headache, and
my stomach's upset, too" he said
dropping upon the Paxtons' fence. -
been gettin' worse every minute. Yor
and Sadie go by Milla's, Albert, and
tell her If I'm not there by ha'-pas'
seven, tell her not to wait for me any
longer"
"How do you mean .'wait'?" Albert
inquired. "You don't expect her t.
come pokin' along with Sadie and me
do you? She'll keep on sittin' there al
home just the same, because she
wouldn't have anything else to do, II
you don't come like she expects you to-
She hasn't got any way to stop wait
IMP
At this, Ramsey moaned, without af
fectation. II don't expect I can, AL
BERT" he said. "I'd like to II ! could
but the way 1t looks now, you tell hel
l wouldn't be much surprised maybe
was startin' in with typhoid fever OF
pretty near anything at ALL" HI
moved away, concluding feebly: y
guess l. better crawl on home, Albert
while I'm still able to walk some. Yor
tell her the way It looks now I'm Liable
to be right sick"
And the next morning he woke t.
the channgs Of remorse, picturing {
Milla somewhat restored in charm
waiting hopefully at the gate, ever
after the half-past seven, and then. al
time passed and the sound Of the dis
tant horns came family through thu