The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-03-24
REsctED D.
by HELEN roKEEsr GRAVES.

smile and courtesy at eacn one Oh tnese en-
phaticaIly announced opinions.
But, Miss Estcott- she ysntured to in
sinuate, as the spoiled beauty paused for
breath.
There arc no 6uts IT." pronounced
Victoria Estcott. dominantly. The bonnet
is perfectly horid, and 1 shall not take it.
Pray, who trimmed itr Z"
AT this question, Madame Bassompierre
looked induiringly ct the tail, slender girl who
had brought the boz into the room.
She colored deeply the tears sparkled out
under her long lashes.
al trimmed ii, madam, - she flltsIed, in n
tone that was almost inaudible.
Take it back again into the work-room!"
said Madam Bassompierre, sayRgely. Miss
Estcott is not suited with it AMI let Mrs.
Farley bring in some of those exquisite hats
that we imported from Paris in the Belle
Helene, last week"
But, apparently, Miss Estcott was deter
mined not to be pleased with anything that
morning, and she finally swept out OF the
showroom without having made a choice.
Madam B~assompiorre followed her to the
door, with the sweetest aud most engaging OF
smiles but the instant Miss EstcottSas gone
she frowned Sirkly.
Spoiled, arrogant thing" muttered she,
setting her teeth close together. One need
have the patience of job to cope with q New
York heiressi Farley, send Miss Wynde
here
Once more the tall, slender girl, with the
hazel-brown eyes, that were heavywith tears,
and the pale checks, came into Madam Bas-
sUmpierre's presence.
"iou are discharged" said madam, sharp
Iy. mo, don't attempt to argue the question
indeed, it isn't worth while. 4 girl who
can't trim q hat TO suit my best custom can
not expect to be retained in my employment
Mrs. Farley will settle with you up TO date"
s'But, INDIAN gasped the poor girl,
looking like a frightened fawn, into whose
heart an arrow had entered.
Madam B~assUmpierre lifted a warning
finger.
PRAY spare my poor nerves. said she.
Il nm compelled to discharge you. BE so
obliging as TO leave the room!"
And Coral Wynde obeyed.
Miss Estcott's claret-colorod brougham
rolled up to the door next day, and Miss
Estcott came in, all smiles.
IN look at that hat again, madam, - said
she. Upon second thought, I've come to
the conclusion that il was really very pr tty.
Only | was cross and ont OF temper yCBter-
day, md nothing looked right to me-
Madam Bassompierra was very sorry-
very sorry-but the hat had heen taken to
pieces, having been so unfortunate US to
meet with Miss Estcott's d~isaPProyul, and
Then Let il be trimmed agUu by the
hsAAA1 AAaiAAt HAA-N '"'
and rs nearly as possible in the Same style.
That rope of Roman pearls has haunted me
all night"
81 regret that it is quits impossible, So said
madam, with n puzzled look. Il Lave dis
charged the young person WHO
That tall, pretty girl, with the shining
brown hair and the dove.like eyes!"
Miss Coral Wynde-yas.'
Discharged her2 And oaly because | was
cnptiousenough to find fault with her work :"
cried Victoria, impetuousiy.
"was not that reason enough = obsequi-
ously smiled Madam ~Bassompierre.
mo" said Victoria, II don't think ii was.
Be SO good as to give me her address. If
I've lost her her place, its only fair that l
should try and do something to help her.
And to think that all this came from cue
careless world"
II am very sorry, said Madam BassoIn-
pierre; ''but it is quite out of my power to
give you her nddross. / have not got it my
self. / never had il. We have so many
young persons in our employ that"
And can none of your people obtain it fer
me ?" Interrupted Miss Estcott.
Madam did not think that they could and
Victoria went away with n troubled ache at
her heart.
why can't / learn TO hold my tongue I"
she asked herself, clasping her small, plump
hands SO vengefully together that the spark
ling rings made red, angry dents on the fair,
pink flesh. why can't | control my temper?
/ shall never forget the tears in that poor
girls eyes, the culver on her lip. And Ito
call myself q Christian woman I"
Victoria Estcott went home in no enyiable
mood that night.
1t was scarcely n week RfterwRrd that Miss
Estcott was crossing the Brooklyn Ferry, to-
ward twelve o'clock at night.
Miss Estcott on n Brooklyn ferry-boat was
rather IN unusual sight, but she had been
spending the evening there, md in couse-
quencr of some misunderstanding between
her own maid and the coachmRn, her car
riRge had not been sent, as ordered, and st.
George FAwcett, the brother of the young
friend she had visited, had volunteered to es-
cert her safe home.
Victoria didn't at all dislike this idea OF his
eompanionship. The night, early in April,
was soft and bnlmy, aud altogether, Miss
Estcott regarded 1t in the light of a gipsey-
like adventure.
Isn't it lovely ?" said she, looking bright
ly around-''the lights reflected in the river.
and the salt air rushing against ones check 2
One never sees this cooped up in n carriage
and-Good heavens who is that ?"
1t was a fRce-the face of a tail, slight
young girl, wrapped in some dark, psll-likc
garment, who leaned upon the guards of the
boat, and looking intently down into the
AalApMN AlihhN u n WAVES. NlCNOfth never
would have seen her pale check, the
troubled, dark eyes, had it not been for the
illumination cast on it by the lantern OF q
deck hand.
The deck hand himself stopped, andlooked
irresolutely hack.
beg pardon, Miss said he, " but you're
in an unsafe place there. The boards is
slippery, ana there Amt much to hold by. and
If you should get n jostle-'
The Girl lrewback into herself with a pptu-
lent jerk, as il the words irritated her, and Mt
that moment Victoria Estcott recognized
Coral Windo's pale face and large, glittaring
eyes.
She rose nervously 10 her feet. Just then,
the boat crashed against tho floating piles of
tn, pit and the light, slender figure made a
rush toward the dark and lurid waves that
surged below,
How sh- did it. Victoria Estcott could
never afIorward tell, but she sprang forward
and caught Coral Wynde in her arms, al.
though the unprecedented spring nearly
precipitated her, too, into the boiling depths
Of the black tides.
Don't" she cried. For Gods sake,
don't throw away your life
Coral struggled frantically with her rescuer
for q second or two,
Let me so" she cried-"oh, let me 40. |
am alone am starving! Why do you not
let me go p
And then she fell fa.nting into victoria Est
colts arms.
All this happened when the April showers
were dimpling the waves, and the soft April
green was smiling up IN all the parks; and
when Victoria Estco't was married, in June