The Girl of the Orchard
By HOWARD FIELDING
19 0 1
CHAPTER Ï. ------
A QUESTION OF PERSONAL ArPEARANCE.
T """ HE problem before me was
this: If a girl was all legs and
ërjj'. -g arms at the age of 13—and
Sg&aBii one can't remember much of
anything else about her appearance—
what will she look like o:i her nine
teenth birthday? At the first glance it
seemed to be difficult of solution, and
after pondering upon it during many
thousands of miles of travel on the sea
I was no nearer to the answer except
as I was nearer to the girl.
It is true that I had had a great bun
dle df my father's letters to assist me.
They were waiting for me at Lourenco
Marques, when by the tardy blessing
of heaven I succeeded in getting out of
the Transvaal, where I had spent two
years that will not bear thinking about.
Previous to that experience I had stud
ied mineralogy and chemistry in Ger
many, whence, upon an offer that seem
ed flattering, I had gone to President
Kruger's realm just in time to get into
all kinds of trouble. Suffice it to say
that I never did a day's work for the
mining company in whose service I
went there; that, thanks to tlie long
range of modern weapons, I was quite
badly wounded at a distance of nearly
a mile from a foolish little riot with
which I had no connection, and that I
lay many months in prison charged
with an offense the nature of whieli
has not yet been disclosed to me.
Enough of such recollections. This
story begins with my father's letters.
Those which I found at Lourenco Mar
ques were written after his anxiety in
regard to me had been relieved. He
knew that I was coming lnnue, that 1
was none the worse for my wound and
that my desire to roam had probably
been curbed by my experiences. So he
wrote of the future, and very cheerily.
It appeared that all things had gone
surprisingly well with him. He had
never been poor. He was now rich, as
he expressed it, "really beyond my de
sires—somewhere between my own and
Tours, perhaps—but you will not need
to worry much, my boy." A tine old
father he always was. I could not
have chosen a better. It smote upon
my heart that I was all to him and yet
had left him so much alone.
However, there was Sibyl; no kin of
his, to he sure, but very tenderly re
garded, the daughter of his friend, and
quite helpless in the world except for
"Sibyl has developed beyond any
thing that you would believe," be wrote
in one of those letters. "She is a very
brilliant young woman; the promise of
her girlhood is more than fulfilled."
Now, to be honest, the promise of
.Sibyl's* girlhood, as I remembered it,
was not much. She lived at our house I
after her sixth year, but I never paid j
any particular attention to her, except
to tease her, in the amiable effort to
aake her cry. It was one of Sibyl's
Rwculiarlties iknt she never would cry
in any person's presence. Even when
an infant, as I had been told, she would
Side her tears under a pillow, at the
great risk of smothering. At a later
period she would shut herself up in the
dark to indulge her grief, and after
some of my experiments with her
youthful feelings it had been necessary
fse.pt-u all the clothes closets in the
house and even to explore the cellar
in search of her. Experimenting, by
the way, was always my forte. As a
boy I spoiled many clocks by taking
them apart, and doubtless the same
spirit of research often prompted me
in my attacks upon the nervous sys-.
terns of my fellow creatures.
I was away at school during the
major part of my youth and so saw
less of Sibyl than would have bjeen nat
ural, considering that she dwelt under
my father's roof. My most distinct
recollection of her was as she used to
sit at the table, rigid, embarrassed,
hiding her long arms Und long hands
under the cloth; her hair brushed
straight back from a forehead so thin
that it shone upon the curves like a
porcelain doorknob. The composite of
these impressions may have placed her
in my mind at about the age of 12.
My father mentioned in a letter which
1 found at Gibraltar that Sibyl would
be 19 on June 15, quite probably the
date of my arrival in Chicago.
After reading this statement I looked
back through the other letters in a
valu attempt to find something descrip
tive of Sibyl's personal appearance. 1
would have welcomed a word upon the
color of her eyes, and the mention of her
weight would have greatly assisted me
in rectifying a mental picture that
must now be far out of date. Nothing
of the sort existed in these documents.
Sibyl's wit, vivacity, scholarship, ac
complishments—iT appeared that she
sang well—were often referred to. and
especially her amiability. The last was
ominous, for goodness of heart lias
been set against beauty since the days
when our early ancestors.dwelt in *bc
branches of trees.
My father did not say that he wished
me tp marry Sibyl. He was so careful
not to say it that I caught him dodging
it on every page of all those letters.
His satisfaction at some word of
mine in a late communication to him
indicating that I was bringing my
•whole heart home was realty amusing,
ind it was Immediately followed by
some rather vague allusions to the
number of ,-tlMy's admirers. I waa no;
cheered by discovering that the chief |
among them was a young man who had
just ascended the pulpit and might be'
disposed to hold beauty as a mere
transitory earthly vanity and those
traits which are commonly lumped as
"goodness" to be the truly valid attrac
tions. There was also a hint about Ar- !
thur Strickland, and this was nearly I
fatal, for Arthur as a youth was a
special providence for homely girls. A !
fellow who has that trouble never gets j
over it, so far as I have been able to !
Now. upon the subject of beauty I
am not quite right in my mind. I can- j
not honestly say that I ever so much !
as asked a girl to dance, except from
motives of politeness, unless she seem
ed to me to possess the element of
beauty. For me the whole matter be- J
gins there. I admit the existence of all
the admirable qualities that are men- i
tioned by name in the dictionary, but '
if they were united in one woman and I
she were not beautiful I could as easily
fall, in love with the "Data of Ethics"
as with her.
It was a perfect certainty that my fa- !
ther wished me to marry Sibyl. He had !
expressed such a hope long before, and '
I knew that It was as strong in him
as ever, though there was nor. a word
directly upon that theme in these last |
letters. Doubtless he feared the usual
result of parental interference with a
young man's liberty of choice, and, be- ;
sides, he was too good a father to bur- (
den me with a definite expression of I
his wish. Therein lay all the sorrow
of the situation. If he had been the
sort of father that may disinherit a
fellow or Invoke the wrath of heaven
to punish disobedience, I should have
been positively pleased with the pros
pect of disappointing him. But he
would never do any such thing; he
would always he kind aud generous, al
ways helpful, sincere, resourceful in
my interests, a comrade through and
through, always a gentleman and the
everlastingly unapproachable model of
fathers. Confound him! That was
where he had me. I should marry Sibyl
out of respect and love for the dear old
governor, supposing, of course, that
the girl would take me, as she certainly
would, for precisely the same reason.
So that was all settled, and it re
mained only to guess and at last to
know what particular form of ugliness
the poor child had developed into since
my eyes had last beheld iter. She must
have been almost 14 on that occasion,
but my memory refused to serve me
in regard to it. The wavering, compos- 1
ite image which I have already men
tioned was the best I could exhume, j
There bad been something peculiar '
about Sibyl's hair. It was what the
children called "calico hair," because it
presented a pattern in colors, a wide
spread hut singularly inaccurate term,
as calico, strictly speaking, lias no pat
tern. However, Sibyl's hair had many;
it underwent a change of hue much
more violent than is ordinary and very
capricious in its scheme of progress.
When she was a little girl, her hair
was light—or was it dark? I couldn't
remember. Anyhow, it changed from
one to the other;, changed to match the
color of her eyes—or did it match them
first and not afterward? I couldn't
say. I remembered the striped head,
but not the course of its evolution.
Sibyl was a bright girl, though great
ly repressed by cm 1 arrassufeut; an
original girl, if ever there was one. for
she never said.or did the expected
»hing. I remember when my father
.Vie used to nit at the table , rij/id, em
brought home a little dog in a basket
as a present for Sibyl in response to
her shy but very earnest request. It
was the queerest looking beast that 1
ever saw; surely nobody but tny father
could have picked it out. a creature
homely beyond belief, yet impossibly
amiable, bright and amusing, as the
At the sight of it Sibyl was en
raptured. She gathered Bogy (for so
he wax uamedi to her bosom and over
whelmed him with endearments. Al
most immediately afterward she myste
riously vanished, to he found, after con
siderable search, in a small dark room
with Bogy in her arms. The dog's
woolly head was wet with Sibyl's tears,
but the child stopped crying file in
stant that she was dis -overed, as she
always did/ Pressed to state the cans«
;>? he- c irai'g!'.. etc.tdied hei
voi e for this rep!?': "Uncle & :mnev ai
ways likes homeiy uog^.
The natural inference was tint Sib
yl's pet had been a disappointment to
lier, and tints my father viewed the
case. The truth was far away, as sub
sequently appeared. Sibyl saw in the
selection of Bdgy a crowning confirma
tion of lier previous observations and
deductions. My father had ever a kind
word for a crop eared cur, aud such
would look after him on the street and
wish to be his dog. He would buy a
scrawny horse of a teamster and turn
it out to pasture for the rest of its days,
and he would give his patronage to the
freckled newsboy with a nose like a
little piece of putty. Sibyl had seen
these tilings, and her sentence complete
would have been this: "Uncle Sumner
always likes homely dogs—and me!"
This incident of long agorivas in my
mind as the ship that brought me home
tailed into New York harbor. It had
come up out of the past as the result
of much delving among battered rub
bish of memory. It showed that Sibyl
had recognized her misfortune early in
life, and in connection witli the fad
that I had never received a portrait
of her in all the years of my absence it
possessed a melancholy value. We had
exchanged letters at rare intervals—
essays I woukl better call them, sketch
es of travel on my part and on hers
the quaintest comments upon matters
impersonal—and I had asked lier for a
picture more than once, without even
eliciting so much as a refusal.
A customs tug slid up along the side
of our big ship, and there stood my fa
ther on the little craft's deck. Not a
day older ho seemed to me, straight,
stalwart, handsome and distinct from
all others. When lie came aboard our
vessel, he seemed to lie the captain or
an admiral over the captain's head, it
was impossible to see him anywhere
without the feeling that lie must be in
I bad called to him as the tug ran
alongside, but lie had failed to see me.
Upon our deck lie looked straight at
me for a second's space without recog
nition; then he started and raised his
"Marshall !" he exclaimed, taking my
right hand in ills left and laying the
other on my shoulder. "Marshall!"
He seemed to find an assurance in
the name, as if it helped him to realize
that there was no mistake.
"Why, you've grown a foot!" he
cried. "You're taller than I am. And
you've changed so—I can hardly be
lieve it's you."
"It began while I was in Europe,"
1 -replied, "but I got the height while
I lay abed in Pretoria. It quite often
liappens, of course, that a fellow grows
an inch or two under such eircum
stances, but I got nearly three."
My father complimented me most
heartily upon my added stature and
robust appearance. When he had last
seen me I had stood scarcely 5 feet 10
and had been hollow in the chest from
a long habit of huddling over a table
"Sibyl will be struck dumb at the
sight of'you." he said. "She likes men
of good height, and that's why every
little five footer falls in love with her."
"How is Sibyl looking these days?"
I asked, with carefully veiled anxiety.
"Bless the dear child!" he responded
enthusiastically. "She's the picture of
When that's the best tlmt can be
said of a girl's looks, let Cupid drop
dead in the scuppers and be washed
overboard. I turned my face away
TXIE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN'.
nE thought of my father's im
patience touched me deeply.
He was one who hated railroad
travel, especially in the warm
weather, yet he came a thousand miles
for the sake of seeing me at day earlier;
partly, also, that I might be spared the
necessity of hurrying to him. He knew
that there were matters I would like to
arrange in Nejv York and old friends I
, would wish to see.
"I must return tonight." he said.
! "There's a directors' meeting day after
' tomorrow that I have pledged my soul
to attend. Lucky for the collateral
I that your steamer wasn't late, my boy.
And I'm so glad, so deep down glad, lo
\ sec you."
I The tears came inVo my eyes as he
' spoke. He has such a strong and mnn
| ly sincerity and such a voice. I inher
I ited enough of it to sing fairly well.
! but my ordinary speech, compared to
I his. is like the March wind toying with
j a loose shingle on a barn.
"I'll go back with you," said I. "I'm
j impatient To see Sibyl."
He looked at me with a quick flash
j of pleasure, anil I felt like one who has
' paid something on account of a debt.
The sensation was so agreeable that. 1
rushed on recklessly.
"It's singular." said I. "that a fellow
so susceptible as I am should have
knocked around the world for alrno ;t
five years and come home with his
heart absolutely tin scarred. My little
flirtations and follies have hurt neither
myself nor any one else."
"That's good; that's mighty good,"- h»
eaid, with his hand upon my shoulder.
"In fact, it's too good to be true. I'm
afraid you have seen your own heart
clearer than some others, for you're *u
flue figure of a man,' Marshall, to use
the old fashioned phrase. ,Bat I'm
sure you've always been straightfor
vard and holiest."
lie paused and then added :
"As for your hurrying home to see
Sibyl, it won't do attj good. She isn't
there. I told her you'd stay a few
days in New York."
1 couldn't help feeling relieved, if
Sibyl had gone upon a visit at such a
time, it was clear that site could not
entertain anj sentimental memories oi
me. There was little reason why she
should. 1 had never bi-eu especially
kind to lier. Indeed the thou gilt came
to me edged black with remorse that 1
had done nothing to make the child's
life happy under my father's roof.
Doubtless she remembered me very
justly as a selfish brute and viewed my
father's obvious \\ ish regarding our fu
ture with feelings much more unpleas
ant than my own.
LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
d from I 'age T
of the state, known as
»'iir d'Alene district. Lead min
gan in Idaho in ISSk. The total
tnodue; slice that time is more than
sixty million dollars. Last year the
lead output was $5,7;>7.290. Combined
with the lead is silver. Idaho has pro
duced more than one hundred million
dollars' worth of this metal. The coin
age value of last year's product was
county in the stab
mines of valuable minerals. There are
immense deposits of iron, coal, and
copper in Idaho that.have not yet been
opened. The total output of Idaho's
phe-er geld mines is- estimated at more
than live hundred million dollars, but
deep gold mining in the state is still
in its infancy. The greatest ore bodies
of Idaho have just been opened—those
of the new Thunder mountain district
—and remain to lie mined. in Ha
state. however, are several gold and
silver camps, where mines and mills
are in active opergtiowf The districts
of De Lamar and Silver City have al
ready produced and are now producing
great quantities of the precious metals.
Large areas of Idaho's mineral belt
have not yet even been prospected.
These lie in the mountain region that
is extremely forbidding and difficult of
access, but these fields will before long
be explored by the eager wealth seeker,
and no doubt many rich mines remain
to lie discovered.
The mineral districts of Idaho are
not confined alone to any one section,
but are distributed throughout the
whole area of the commonwealth. A
great deal of outside capital is being
expended on developing the various
mineral districts. The camps of Neal,
Pearl. Atlanta, Buffalo Hump, the
Seven Devils, and others are under
going development, though the largest
amount of money by- far is -being ex
I»ended in the big Thunder mountain
district. The copper deposits of Idaho
I are known to be extensive. Some of
! th „ se are in the Thunder mountain
I country, on what is known as Profile
I creek, and not far from the Dundee
and Summit gold mines, which are well
I In connection with the foregoing ac
j count of the industries of the state it
i should be said that Idaho is fortunate
I in having an efficient immigration de
1 partment, which has done much to
j make known her resources and to in
I form, attract, and guide would-be set
j tiers within her limits
Majestic scenery must be seen to be
j appreciated. Any description of the
I beautiful or imposing in nature always
seems feeble and weak. Photographs
fail to give the. impressions which are
made by wonderful mountains or tie
mendous waterfalls. Paintings, even.
1 cannot portray them. To understand
what Idaho possesses in these grand
i creations of nature one must visit the
state. The mountain districts furnish
some of the most rugged and astonish
ing scenery in the United States, and
Idaho's largest river, the Snake, con
: tains, among a series of mighty water
fills. one which is second to Niagara
alone. Thirty miles from the town of
Shoshone, in the southern part of the
state, are the great Shoshone ' falls.
The volume of water here is less than
that of Niagara, but the fall is greater.
Just at the approach of the fall the
waters are beaten into a foam by
ragged rocks; then comes .he perpen
about 210 feetetaoshrdluetacinun
about 400 yards w ide. i his is
lie of Ihe most remarkable sights on
° n tl,e san, ° river arc the'remarkable
earth, their sources being bidden l> ; - »
hse Urush. so .hat they .-em t - bu:- t
frL;T ' the roots of iivis vegetation
' Idaho has other and important beau
tif 1 scenes. Her mountain cataracts
| in the midst of rocks and timber are
! i series of charming pictures. And
Twin Falls and th>- Thousand Springs,
j Fir.? is a pai - of huge cataracts, where
parade! stream: are separated by pre
! cipito is rocks and fa- tumbling to
re. her into the smoking klon below.
At the Thousand Springs last quan
tities of water bubble noisily from the
these expressions of nature are no
confined to one distric: alone, but an
i Utrlbutod to all corners of, the st..
— Idaho Number of 1.exile's Weekly
NATIONAL GUN CLUB TOURNEY
III LICK 2PBIXGS,
r.'.irn of wj
g.:r tl .... iie o. uin
va-! eorrpieted r t ind
IlcproMcntx tli<* Sultan.
Click!!» Hey, Turkish minister to the
United States, is in reality not « prop
orlv accredited on vov. having never pre
sented his rredi
Iu theory Tur
key is not diplomatically represented
ut \\ asliington. Personally Chekib
Itey Is very popular, lie is extremely
affable and fails to come anywhere
near the old time notion of the grand
I urk. blending in a charming way the
manners of the orient and the occident.
Malleable Iron and Steel Range
MYERS ®. NEYLAND, Hardware
411 MAIN STREET
I FOUNDRY and MACHINE WORKS
Manufacturers of Stationary Engines,
s Mining and Mill Machinery
Fully equipped iron and brass
Foundry pattern shop in connection
Architectural work of all description
Special attention given to repairs
J. T. GRAHAM, Mgr. f
Phone, Main 1431
Corner Main and Seventh Sts. f
Valley Lumber & Manufacturing Go.
Lumber, Lime and Cement
ALL KINDS OF BUILDING MATERIAL
And manufacturers of Sash and Doors, and General Mill Work
of all kinds
W F. Kettenbach, Pres. J Alexander, Vice President
George H. Kester, Cashtyr
Lewiston National Bank
earner Main and Fourth Sts., Lewiston, Idaho
C. C BUNNBLL. J. ALEXANDER. J B MORRIS, VV. F. RETTENBACH
R C BEACH, GEO H RESTER. GRACE PFAFFLIN RETTENBACH
Transac-ts General Banking Business
WaTSight Exchange sold on all the principal cities of the United
States ami Europe.
The Idaho National Bank
Capital $50,000. Surplus $25,000
W. P Hurlbut. President G. W. Thompson, Vice President.
. ED. Thomas, Cashier. A
Colletions a Specialty Safety Deposit Boxes (or Ren*
ransacts a general banking business. Is prepared to grant its cas
tonieis the must liberal accommodations consistent with sound bsekit»^
Interest paid on deposits.
Cocur d'Alene Market
F. B. SEARS & CO.
Fresh and Salted Meats at Wholesale
and Retail. Fish and Game
Clearwater Fuel Co.
BUTTFRFIELD & JANSEN
Short Orders All Day
From 6 a.m. to 7:30 p.m.
Corner Fifth and Main Streets
Home Restaurant in connec
tion.. Rates, $1.00 per day.
Table hoard. $4.50 per week.
Rooms. 50 cents per day. Spe
ri 1 1 rates by the week.
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