Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1877-09-29

|, archery of her eyes, with an excitement
that seemed almost real.
"WhO is your deliciously cool friend ,,
she managed to whisper to me at sun.
per as l sat utterly dazed and bewilder.
ed between the enrapt May Sylvester.
who seemed to hang upon his words
and this giddy girl of the period, who
was emptying the battery of her charms
in active rivalry upon him. "Of course
we know his name isn't Kearney. But
how romantic! And isn't he perfectly
! lovely? And who is he?''
/ replied with severe irony that was
not aware what foreign potentate was
then travelling incOgnito in the Sierras of
California, but that when his ROYAL
Higl.ness was pleased to inform me. 7
should be glad to introduce him proper
ly. "Until then," added, 81 fear the
acquaintance must be Morganatic.'
:. You're only jealous of him. she
said, pertly. "Look at May-she is
completely fascinated. And her father.
too" And actually, the languid, world.
sick, cynical Sylvester was regarding
him with boyish interest and enthusi,
asm almost incompatible with his ma
ture. Yet | submit honestly to the
clear-headed reason of my own sex, that
| could see nothing more in the man
than l have already delivered to the
reader.
In the middle of an exciting story of
adventure. of which he, to the already
prejudiced mind of his fair auditors.
was evidently the hero, he stopped sud
denly.
cts only some pack train passing
the bridge on the lower trail," explain-
ed Sylvester, $50 on
alt may be my horse is trifle un-
easy in the stable," said the alleged
kearney; " he amt used to boards and
covering" Heaven only knows what
wild and delicious revelation lay in the
statement of this fact, but the girls
looked at each other with cheeks pink
with excitement as kearney arose, and,
with quiet absence of ceremony, quilted
the table.
"Ain't he just lovely!" said Kate,
gasping for breath, sand so witty
=" Witty" said the gentle May, with
just the slightest trace Of defiance in her
sweet voice. witty, my dear? Why,
don't you see that his heart is Just
breaking with pathos? Witty, indeed;
why, when he was speaking of that
poor Mexican woman that was hung,I
saw the tears gather in his eyes. Witty,
indeed"
"Tears," laughed the cynical Syl-
vester, "tears, idle tears Why, YOU
silly children, the man is man of the
world-a philosopher, quiet, observant,
Unassuming!" Was Sylvester in
tOxicated, or had the mysterious stran-
ger mixed the .'insane herb' with the
family pottage? He returned before l
could answer this self-asked inquiry, and
resumed coolly his broken narrative.
Finding myself forgotten in the man |
had so long hesitated to introduce to my
friends, / retired to rest early, only to
hear, through the thin partitions, two
hours later, enthusiastic praises Of the
new guest from the voluble lips of the
girls, rs they chatted together in the
next room before retiring.
At midnight l was startled by the
sound of horses hoofs and the jingling
If spurs below. A conversation be-
ween my host and some mysterious
parsonage in the darkness was carried
IA in such low tone that l could not
earn its import. As the cavalcade rode
way, raised the window.
What's the matter?"
Nothing" said Sylvester, cody,
only another of those playful homi-
idal freaks peculiar to the country. 4
nan was shot by Cherokee Jack at La
range this morning, and that WAS the
'heriif of Calaveras and his posse hunt
ne him. | told him I'd seen nobody
ut you and Your friend. BY the way.I
ope the cursed noise hasn't disturbed