The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-03-17

around the corner of n rock, a boat shot
forth. manned by q single rover. who, with
quick. vigorous strokes, made straight toward
her. We could sec the boat gain upon her
overtake her could see Philip Raymond lean
over its side, and, with one sweep of his mus
cular ann, lift the little figure up beside him.
But when the two other swimmers reached
the boat $50 they afterwards reported), Miss
Fenton and Phil Raymond were both sitting
bolt upright opposite each other in perfect
silence and in spite of her cold saltwater
bath, the girls checks were flaming like
roses.
But the little mermaid recovered her COM
posure when the men climbed up into the
boat, and attempted to apologize for their
sorry appearance. She shook out the sodden,
dripping folds of her own magnificent hair,
and with one of those arch chances of hers,
cried gaily-
1T is not the first time that I have seen
streLs in the sea !"
Only a few weeks after our party broke up
and dispersed. But in those weeks a great
change had como over our pretty, innocent
little beauty and queen. That cold
bath had apparently quenched all the girlish
mischief out Of her-all the pretty, guileless
ways that Ind vanquished every one Of us to
q man. She moped in her room by herself,
or took long, solitary walks by the shore, or
up to the Lake in the centre of the Mount.
And Philip Raymond had taken to haunting
her footsteps like n shadow. Yet on no occa-
sion could 1t be proved against him that he
had Joined the girl in her rambles, although
many were the traps laid to surprise them
together.
his, Raymond would only look amused, and
answer, by George! she needs looking after
There's no knowing what q girl like that will
do next"
Things went on in his w~ayuntil the very
day before we left. That day was one OF
Mount Arabiar's l~oveliest. Never was sky so
blue, the sea so calm, sunlight 30 golden. Miss
Fenton declined to Join our last ~trouting
party up in the Mount. The girl, in her
pretty dark-blue flannel walking-dress, and
wide straw hat, was sauntering slowly along
the road toward the little pathwhich led to the
shore when we passed her in the carryall on
our way up the hill. Phil Raymond we had
left on a pile of hay in the barn, apparently
in the deepest slumber.
Miss Fenton sat on q rock by the shore for
half an hour, with an open book upon heI
knee. of which she had not read one word.
Then she got up and began to walk across
the small, shingly beach of O little cove
which. hemmed III by projecting rocks. was
rs e Inplctcis
IS any one could desire. Far rs the eye
sould reach lay the calm sea, blue and bur-
nished as u mirror of steel overhead the
clouds were floating, a fleet OF white. sailed
Ihips in their own azure ocean. Tiny waves
ran mp to tho girls feet rs if to kiss them in
graceful homage; then raced laughingly back
again to their birthplace in the deep.
She paced on slowly, wrapt in her own
maidenly thoughts; but now a mans figure
has turned the corner of the farthest rock,
and q stride, quick, long and vigorous, is
bringing him rapidly towards her.
Miss Fenton stops still in her walk, look
ing at this new conner with parted lips, with
every vestige of color flown from her pretty
face. Then she turns quickly round and
flies flies Us for her very life. But 1 fear
th,t the career of this young coquett has
ended, and that she has found her match at
last. All her frantic efforts, poor little bird,
will never carry her out of the reach of the
eagle who pursues her. In q half dozen
rapid strides he has reached her, and has
prisoned her girlish form in his powerful
grasp.
But strong as Phil Raymond is, her sup
pie figure deftily slips away from him. She
stands quite still atterward, flushed, breath
less, but silent as the grey, wave-washed
rocks close by. Neither does she attempt.to
move n step farther, indeed, it is the young
man who now begins to pace the wet sands
restlessly; to crush the pebbles f~uriously
beneath his mighty trend.
When he stops at last before her, he folds
his arms across his chest in his favorite
fashion; only, in the turbulence of his spirit,
one brown hnnd plucks nervously at his
heavy, fair moustache.
"Why would you not speak n word-One
word-to me the other day in the boa?
Phil asks, as he extends lis hand, and looks
into her ayerted face.
Miss Fenton lifts her head spiritedly, and
there is q world of reproach and determine
ton in her eyes as they turn upon him.
/" You kissed mei' she cries Indignantly and
then the flashing orbs fall again.
swell, l did" he answers, drawing back
his empty hand. "How could help it? 1t
is SO short a time since those kisses were
mine by right, surely, surely, it is not you
who can blame me if l forgot myself for
once. But look here, Carrie Fenton, this
game of fast and loose has been going on
long enough. The time has come now when
you must decide whether you love me well
enough to marry me or not. When we
parted last summer, by George! vowed
never would see you again.. You did not
break my heart, Miss Carrie, oh, no. not
any more than l broke yours. l never did
mean to see you again, but chance has
brought us together once more, and, though
fiom the first / determined l would have
nothing TO do with you, you were thrown
into my very arms here, by the Sc ! itself.
Do you think l can let you repeat such II
freak as that ? Do you honestly think that you
are fit to be trusted in the world without
/ SOlneDOuy W llhHhBo yOu' "Sh' . No W
Iknow, just as well as if you told me, that
it is that you really care for in your heart of
hearts; why in the mischief haven't you the
pluck to own it, and come right here and
give yourself back to me 2"
He had moved away from her again during
this little speech, ana stood at n short dis
tance, restlessly grinding the pebbles beneath
his heel. When he had ceased speaking, he
did not advance towards her, but for the
second time stretched out his broad, brown
palm. A kind of amused struggle passed
over his face, and then he added, doggedly,
''It it is any satisfaction for you to know
tiff it will crafty your feminine vanity nj
ALL might MS well own it well, | hare BEEN
most-mo,t intt'HaHg jealous OF these :
forever banging round you for Tue ns
month or two.
l think this acknowledgement must hav,
vsuquisLed her she flushed. d implied, anc
with the most fascinating, rogu;sh smile upor
her lips. walked deliberately across the shin
ing ~ IDS, aud laid her pretty hand in his.
1t was quite dinner time when we returned
from our fishing excursion, aud the last mar
of us had Just finished climbing down out OF
the carryall whom the two appeared, slowly
climbing the pnth from the shore. Fiv.
gstonished fn co bore witness to the fact that
Raymond b. d h luled down his colors at last,
and gone I've to the enemy. And that Jolly
little Tom Brown gave utterance to a pro.
lungtd vii site after they had passed, and
draw,ed out in his lazy voice, by Jove
little Miss T. nton certainly has landed III
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