The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-12-14
Two Lives.

1t was u SLOW anu duSulu lnIl-
ling of his sense So Vaughn
Dare would nave worded his sensations,
had he suddenly been called upon to do
SO, as, sitting on the broad piazza of the
Ocean House at Newport, he found his
attention riveted upon a woman's face
of such rare, such wonderful beauty,
that his gaze seemed fascinated.
She sat quite near him, reclining in a
low chair, her hands holding some soft,
feecy work, which however, had made
mo progress since he had first seen her.
Her head, small and d~aintily poised
on the exquisite, sloping shoulders, was
covered with a luxuriant mass of dark
red hair, which the wind blew in in
Vulnerable little waves floating above
the low, white brow. Her eyes, when
the long lashes lifted themselves from
the carmine-tinted cheek to betray their
\ color, appeared to hold in their brown
depths the same shade of red which was
in her hair, lending a sort of shoulder
ing light, rs though only needing some
powerful impulse to have it burst forth
in fame. Her lips, richly red, and not
too full, parted over the strong, gleam-
ing teeth. Every motion was replete
with grace.
A little group of men surround her,
whose presence she seemed to suffer
rather than to court. She rarely laugh
ed. Now and again she smiled-a faint,
languid smile-when her features would
relapse back into the old Indifference.
"Too absorbed even to wish me good
morning, Mr.. Dare?n interrupted a voice.
There was no outward visible sign of
the mans inward anathemas, as
Vaughn, instantly, c~ourteously dotted
his hat to Mrs. Thorne-a young and
pretty widow of but twenty-four.
"How glad l am to see you, " she con-
tinued, holding out a white, plump
little hand. when did you arrive?
: 1 Thought you still abroad"
eLives there a man with soul so
, deadl' he answered, laughingly. "You
see, it was that sort of thing, tugging
at my heartstrings, that brought me
back, a penisent, to my fatherland. |
reached New York some time last week.
Really it was too hot to keep any ac-
count of time, except as measured by
the thermometer. AS soon as possible,
I came down here for a breath of fresh
air. Reached here late last night, and
aI.ool,, y, NTH - lNu, ln,v tsI,nya ,nat
my reward"
"Ah, l see you have not yet forgot
ten your habit of making pretty speech
esl Fortunately, long ago l learned to
estimate them at their proper value.
But, tell me, did you find anything in
the galleries abroad lovelier than Laura
Sterre's face? Have you met herr"
81 certainly have met with no great
er miracle than the fact of one woman
according to another her due need of
praise. Dare I respond? or is it merely
a trap for the unawary? She is pretty
rather. You see, l an, timid. l do not
/ know her. viii you present me?r
"With pleasure. Laura having
taken his arm and led him overto where
the girl sat, 'sthis is my old friend Mr..
Dare. Mr.. Dare.-Miss Sterne.n
The red brown eyes lifted themselves
for a moment to his face; the carmiIe
burned an instant to a deeper stain on
the beautiful cheek.
With a little musical laugh, Mrs.
Thorne glided away; the other men, one
by one, followed suit, and the new in
truder held u%ndisputed possession OF
the prize.
The morning was a precursor to the
days that followed. 1t grew to be a
recognized thing that Vaughn Dare
had stepped into the foremost place,
and that, when he approached, Others
must fall back.
There were many who had made de.