An American Idyll / The Life of Carleton H. Parker

ed to college, two weeks late for the beginning of his Senior year. There was much concern among his friends, for he had gone on a two

evening, uttering his proverbial joyous banter to any one who came along, be it the man w

e fast friends, I looking up to him as a Freshman would to a Senior, and a Senior seven years older than herself at that. Wit

have the map he drew that night, with the trails and camping-places marked. And I said, innocence itself, "I'm going to Idaho on my

rday, November 22, and that morning it rained. One of the tenets I was brought up on by my father was that bad weat

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ree, we sat down for lunch. A fairly sanctified expression came over Carl's face as he drew forth a rather damp and frayed-looking paper-bag-as a king might look who uncovered the chest of his most precious court jewels before a courtier deemed worthy of that honor. And before my puzzled and somewhat doubtful eyes he spread his treasure-jerked bear-meat, nothing but jerked b

k a hunk of what was supplied, set my teeth into it, and pulled. It was salty, very; it looked queer, tasted queer, was queer. Yet that lunch! We walked farth

t was Carl. Could he come over to the house and spend the rest of the afternoon? It w

ng two whole days to decide whether I would marry Carl Parker or not!! And for fourteen years from the day I met him, there was never one small moment of misunderstanding, one day that was not happiness-except when we were parted. Perhaps there are people who would consider it stupid, boresome, to live in such peace as that. All I can answer is that it was not stupid, it

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