The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1927-02-17
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shore.
There is no wound however deep
that time does not heal. AS the days
passed Phinius became convelescent of
his heart sickness and doctor from
Belfry who examined him at the end
of two weeks was unable to find even
scar His physician advised him to
keep his mind off of himself and ev-
eryone else; advised him to read Drift
wood and Pilgrims Progress and
Paradise Regained but to lay off the
works of Laura Jean Libby and Doris
Blake and Mary Jane Holmes.
Yes, Phinius Jr fully recovered but
not so with the tickle hearted Luther
citizen. He became entirely well ex-
cept that he was still afflicted with
malady known to medical science as
aspasia. That disease manifested it.
self in superlative degree when Lu-
Their Lothario proved unable to re-
member the trail Leading to the Lee
home over in the valley 1t was super
induced by his close association with
certain blonde so the doctors said.
Throughout the days attending the
tragedy Lillian Lee maintained her US
ual eqipoise and pursued the even ten
or OF her ways. She didn't seem to
suffer much. The rose tint of her
cheeks did not fade; instead it seemed
to take on deeper hue.
1t is the manifest duty of we his
torical novelists to record facts. That
being true, be it now said that Lillian
Lee was unique in one particular at
least. She was not only attractive,
she was sensihlo and had e heart af
gold. And she was beautiful. All,
gentle reader, Lillian Lee always look
ed as though she had just stepped out
of flower bed where her lips had
robbed the roses. 1t seemed that there
she caught and held and reflected
something of the dignity and the
loneliness of the stately cosmos and
the blush of the lily.
Phinius Armstrong Jr. was lonely
through it all. He began to realize
however that his infatuation for the
blonde was but a passing fancy and
with that realization came the deter
mination to adjure Cupid and all his
works and live and die bachelor. But
springtime is not conducive to cyni-
cism, especially in matters affecting
the human heart and therefore Phinius
wavered. He began to realize some
thing of the follies and fancies and
foibles of life and it began to dawn on
him, too, that real happiness does not
dwell with the eagle on the distant
mountain crag but that it is most
often found in the heart of the blue
bird at home.
The poet was wrong who said that
life is real and earnest, for life in the
Clark's Fork Valley in springtime is
a dream. There the dove with pensive
cooling note flies close to the flower
bedecked meadow, the murmuring
stream and the deep tangled Wild
wood. There at that season the world
is an open volume, fragrant with the
dreams of love. There is poem in
the garden there where the tulips.
drink the dew There is a love-song
in the woodlands where the wild-fow-
ers bloom; there is music in the mead
ow when the chorus. of a thousand
larks on thrilling wing is tangled with
the passion song of the bobolink
in the purple of the dawn.
But why philosopher? The spot
ted heifer chewing her cud at eventide
neither knew nor cared for the result
of the tragedy of which she was. so
Importantly part. She was simply a
star actress standing in the wings but
ever ready to step out upon the stage
and play her part. A stock buyer from
Joliet tried to buy her but Lee shook
his head, tod him she was in litigation
and anyhow that she belonged to his
daughter. When asked to set price
on the spotted heifer. Lillian Lee ans
wered that the spotted heifer was not
for sale and walked away.
One evening just before sunset Phin-
ius Armstrong Jr. stood looking at the
distant Beartooths then half yelled in
mists and arrayed in robes Of green.
Beautiful they were; silent, sonlber
and lone in their towering majesty.
The setting sun was bathing them in
delicate tints of amethyst and crimson
and draping them in purple shadows
like golden stairways leading to the
fairy temples in the shy. CHANGING
down the road leading to the Lee pas
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