Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1880-10-09

the ruined chapel of FurneSS and, with
great brown eyes bent shyly on the in
truder, seemed doubtful whether to re-
main or not. This successor to the alb
bots OF old days, wore as unpretending-
ly tasteful dress as an English girl of
eighteen summers could figure in, and
had face of the order that one hesi-
tates whether to call plain or handsome,
and ends by pronouncing signally at
tractive. n Madonna done in marble
might have had those tintless cheeks
and that look of seriousness,
$50 it was you that laughed, Miss
Margaret" said Carew. Its sin to
waste such sweet sounds on the abbey
ghosts protest I'll paint you as Me
dusa if you go on keeping tryst and
making merry with the Furness ghosts
while everyday mortals like Frank
Carew can't get so much as a smile
from YOU"
1--WE known the Furness and its
ghosts and legends ever since / was
able to walk from our cottage to the
ruins" said the girl, somewhat coldly.
"Mr. Carew and have only been ac-
quaintances for matter of three weeks
past"
"The pleasantest week in Mr.. Carew's
life! was thinking to have ended my
stay here in another three weeks or so.
but something the abbey specters whis-
pered to me just before / intruded on
you inclines me to make the three weeks
three months. Will you be as hOspit-
able as your friends the ghosts ?"
"How hospitable?" will you join with
them inviting me to remain ?"
"Oh no."
The negative was so disdainful, and
the girl turned away with so abrupt
haughtiness that she was at the fnrther
end OF the chapel before Carew had suf-
ficlently recovered from his astOnish-
ment to stir tongue or foot. In the twi-
light glowed for single instant the APP
partition of dark-blue dress, pale
cheek, and certain dark curls falling
with graceful decorum on the whitest of
necks; then sunlight and the shadow i'm
question faded away together, and with
In and without. the ruins all was blank
and gray.
Carew walked toward the sedilia and
sat down where the departed aparition
had, ten minutes earlier, been meditat-
ing.
He sat for a few minutes thinking
silently, queer expression of mischief
and perplexity working in eye and lip.
That barbed little arrow of "No" evil
IDENTITY ranked in his mind.
Doesn't care for the society of NOR
tails, | suppose. The girl has lived with
ruins and legends till she is a sort of
embodied dream herself. If I were Rip
Van Wrinkle, or one of the Seven Sleep
ers, | might win gracious word from
her; but being an everyday piece of
humanity her gOddess-ship scorns me.
Such No from mouth of eigh-
teen summers I'll paint that face
I'll"
"Mrs. Wolfe," said Carew to his Ian
dlay, when the pair met next morning i'm
the spacious garden attached to the cot |
tage where he was staying, 81 think
your daughter has the strangest look |
ever saw on any girls face. Where on
earth did she ever pick it up?"
"In Furness here, Mr.. Carew. The |
lass has lived all her life but the first
four years in this very house; and the
old ruin is almost all the playmates she
ever had. When Maggie was scarce
high enought to climb into the abbot's
seat she would sit by the hour under
the stone dragons in the chapel and
now that she's three inches taller than
her mother she goes there still. In the
daytime, when we're both busy about
the house, she's content with now and
then taking peep at the abbey from