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


With that face and those strangely
beautiful eyes, as they appeared in the
sketch that he had executed, Carew,
however, remained dissatisfied. Labor
as he might, his brush had failed to
catch the expression that he had noted
upon the girls face-a something Meth
er of earth nor heaven.
AS in the sweet June twilight the
painter walked back from Dalton to-
ward the abbey ruins, his own face
wore an expression curiously serious for
one who was ordinarily among the
lightest-hearted of living knights of the
brush. There was presence in the
little Furness town that loaded the
midsummer air with pestilence, and
turned mems thoughts from business
and pleasure to the terror and mystery
OF death. AS quietly as the darkness
that was entering with him, did Carew
pass forward into the ruined chapel and
toward the familiar niche The face
and form of Margaret Wolfe, absent
from the place for dozen evenings
past, looked out once more on him from
the sedilia, thoughtful and maidenly as
ever.
While Carew still stood hesitating
whether to go forward or withdraw,
she ended his difficulty by rising and
approaching him. "Good evening Mr..
Carew," was her salutatiOn-Offered
coldly, but without any trace of the
constraint that, since their former dia-
logue in the ruins had made few and
awkward the words exchanged by the
embarrassed pair "You have been to
DaltOn-have you nOt?"
81 have been there all the afternoon
he replied. "And you had better not
come near me-"
"For fear of the fever, you mean!
We have it in our house already. NV
father has been two or three times at
Dalton lately, and to-day he finds him
self too i'll to rise. If you think there
is risk OF infection in coming up to our
house to fetch your things, / will put
them together and send them to what
ever address you may give me-"
"If l think there is risk of infec-
toni! returned Carew. "YOu had rea-
son the other evening, Miss Margaret,
for thinking me impertinent, but / don't
know what cause have given you to
fancy me cowardly."
Neither moon nor star had as yet
glimmered out on this June twilight.
Through the half-darkness of the ruined
chapel Carew perceived the girls eyes
bent on him with lOok-he knew not
whether OF anger, wonder or pleasure
that made them shine starlike.
''Shall / be much in your way if |
still stay here?" he asked. 81 shall
need very little attendance mat
ters | can manage for myself, and for
dinner | can walk over, when necessary.
to Dalton. Not much danger of my
carrying the fever with me-it's all
over the town already"
"Are you not afraid of taking it
yourself, Mr.. Carew? If you come
back to our house tonight how do you
know but it may be never to leave it
again alive?"
you evidently look upon me as
very nervous and fanciful kind of per-
son." said Carew.
eff you were not fanciful would you
be an artist? | don't think you are
nervous, though; no one who was nerv-
Gus would seek the company of that ter
rible fever. But really, Mr.. Carew,
what good can you do by staying? 1t
is very generous of you to wish it; but
what use will it be?
"Who will nurse your father through
his illness?"
"My mother and myself, certainly"
"And do you imagine you two wo-
men will be sufficient? Have you any