The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-09-17

teristic in the wave with which it swept
back from a square forehead. The Girl
was very pretty, absurdly pretty, John
had reasoned: petite and dainty, a bru-
ncttc with rich glow coming and going
beneath the amber-hued check, and
lips curved like those of Il child. This
p]rettineSS was enhanced by the blended
colOrS of her dress, which rescmblcd
the sheen of FURNISHED plmmage; anda-
ciously %cXtravagant in richness of tex
turc; in @litterin| buttons, chains, and
pendants: in diamond ear-drop>. When
the large dark eyes were turned full
upon him, as at that moment, he diScov-
cred something more than the rays of
laughter and cOquctrN-a latent force,
intangible and inactive, which belicd
mere surface beauty.
Mr.. IRA IIackley, representing per-
pctual motion, began some preliminary
diminishing with the father, who, de-
serted by his family, read a newspaper
III tlt Sdipoi. Inc s'Cittlt WIS IT,
ccived with frigid politcneSS, the old
gentleman glancing over the rim OF
newspaper with an expression no to be
misunderstood. Mr.. IIackley, undiS-
mayed, simply changed his weapom,and
attacked good-natured German further
on.
The train sped along through day and
night, John Longmire WAS yielding to
the influence of Mr.. Iiackley's unwea-
ricd vivacity, unless the change was at
tributablc to undue interest in the
great people," as he termed them in
his own mind. Mr.. Hacklcy knew who
they were in a tricc.
"Gcueral Bodies of the Regular Army,
sir. The daughter seems to be Il pretty
cal, and the mother. Well, I'm 4
plain mar myself. sir" The speaker
winkcd in Il fashion that made the other
de~iriouS to escape from his company
for fear the Young lady should also see
the wink.
At Denver City John made Il di>a-
@rccable discovery. After rambling
about in the crowd, in the delight of
librratin@ crampcd limbs. he found that
he had been robbed of his remnant of
money. Horrible mockcrv OF circum-
stance! Here he was seated in 4 palace
car IN motion, with Il LONG journey be-
fore him, and not Il shilling WhcrcWith
to purchase food. TO whom could he
tell his story? Who would believe him
If he did speak? He would rather starye
than encounter the frigid glance of the
General, in which one might read Sar-
castle im~crcdulitr. 70 suspect 4 thicfin
Il crowd would he useless, although the
Chinaman had stood close beside him.
and Cinnamon are ~provcrbially light
fingered.
The Young man in the corner might
have gone to bed suppcrlcsS that night
but fer the Generals daughter, who
tossct,' biscuit to the Skye terrier. and
when tf.r dog failed to catch the falling
morscls. t he young man secured them
with his foot, afterward dcyouring them
s~tralthily, liz" a criminal.
Kate Bodies, to whOmthe Journey was
Il pleasant trip, had arranged that her
days in the palaN-car should be like Il
chaplrt.of beads. zach different, vet all
20 be slipped on Nhc golden cord of
memory.
Il would write p book about the over
land route if ! knew cnCugh,' thought
the girl born to position. VIII" had cvc
doubted in her life the ri@hl of her own
family to supremacy in I'LL things. They
intended to make tEe tour OF the world,
the General being Interested, III I pom
derouS way, in Eastern antiquities. while
his wife looked forward to Paris and
Worth toilets.
Another day dawned and closed. The
young man in the corner was very pale,
and read Il book silently. Kate BolleS
observed him. Evidently here was a
youth going forth to make his fortune.
In the twilight, Mrs. BolleS. the French
maid, and ever the skye, having weari-
ed of confcctions and dollhouse fruit,
she dropped a parcel out of the window
when the train stopped at 4 station.
con" she murmurcd, and drew her
self erect, like one suddenly awakened
to Il truth. A shadow had giided along
beneath the window, seized the pack
agc, and vanished. "Poverty is Il shirt
of fire" says the ~proverb. John Long
mire, tortured by hunger, and despising
himself. crIshnd the narcel SaXamnlX.