The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-12-21

Walton and the gentlemanly, social polish
| which Mr.. Arthur Hughes possesses, Larry
Farnsworth would be my very beau ideal Of q
man. Often as he sits pouring hopelessly over
the multiplication table, il his homespun suit,
sans coat, I catch myself watching the
splendid figure, the clear-cut, Intellectual face
with it's broad sweeping brow and fascinat-
ing gray eyes, almost expecting to hear their
owner charm my senses with the eloquence
of a Cicero, or thrill my soul with poetic dis
QUESTION on the wonders and beauties Of the
old masters. He looks as though Nature had
formed him for a leading spirit among the
choicest f~avorites Of literature and art. vi
lent, those handsome lips seem the very home
Of poetry and eloquence; but the moment he
opens them to epeak-shades of Murray
how my fairy castles tumble to the ground
He is an lgnoramue, Kiitie-a hopeless Ig-
notwithstanding me to his side twenty times
q day to unravel problems which ought not
to puzzle the intellect Of a child. Worse than
all. he does not realize what be has missed.
On. what q blunderer was Destiny, to deny
this man the one gift that would have made
him irresistible.
And then the postscript:
Ihaye at last fully decided not to accept
the hand of Mr.. Hughes. May he find better
appreciation ~elsewhere! With all his ele-
gance and culture he is not the man who can
fill the heart Of DORA GLADE.
And these words of Klttie's letter, in re-
ply:
Look out, my dear, or the Ignoramus may
capture the heart that 8 man OF Intellect has
failed to win. Stranger things have hap
pened. Many q man has been educated by
his wife.
Dora's lips curled, and q flash Of annoy
ance crossed her features as she read.
s.Bah!' she exclaimed, CONTEMPORARY,
crumpling the letter in her hand and tossing
Il into her desk.
But why did her fair face soften into infn-
tie tenderness again, and q blush, deeper than
q crimson rose, battle her cheek and brow
end snowy throat as she remembered certain
thrilling chances from q pair of bright gray
eyes? And why did this Worshipper Of in
tellect murmur to herself, with a kind Of
fierce delight:
Gle loves me! knew it! know it y
During the summer days that followed her
thoughts often turned to Kittie's letter, and
the tempting possibilities it suggested. But
she quickly put them from her. It was ex-
quisitely sweet, this city girl who was used
to refined and cultivated society could not
deny to herself, to note the electric Influence
of her power in the dark flush rising to a
manly cheek, the quick thrill of his powerful
frame at her lightest touch, and the passion
ate light she sometimes caught in the finest
eyes she had ever seen. M perhaps her
own heart responded to every sign. But it
could go no further.
Dora's mind was one Of those which ever
unconsciously reach out toward the richest
treasures in the world of art and learning,
and she knew that it could never be satisfied
with the companionship of one who could
not, at least, keep pace with he. in all the fin
est charms Of intellectual life. She resolved
never 10 make such q dangerous experiment,
even for sslove's sweet sake"
It was the last evening of her stay. Her
pupils had all received all their little tokens
of remembrance, had said goodbye to their
pretty girlish teacher, and were now gone to
their several homes, leaving her alone to
gather up her few effects and indulge in a
parting reverie upon the events of the past
tu1et ulOutuS. LdAly liz dloACs A1o
been absent that last day but in her secret
! heart she thanked him for it, for there had
. been something in his manner Of late, and 8
!, strange disturbance in her own feelings also,
Which made her doubt whether her dignifed
frmness would have stood the trial of a fna]
parting.
How strongly her heart was beating now,
as she thought over the past evening, when
the splendid-looking Ignoramus had walked
beside her down the long lane leading from
the school house, and the loW-spoken 'Good
night" Of each, as she turned to cross the
narrow field in the direction of her lodgings.
J She remembered, with a thrill Of wondering
, pleasure, how his awkwardness had almost
entirely vanished in the unconscious devotion
which he paid her.
No, she reflected, with q deep sigh, as she
turned to 60, it would never do for them to
meet again. She must go back to the city
and forget. Forget the loWlY youth WIZ had
power to stir the very depths Of her soul SIS
no mortal man had ever done. Yeti her heart
bitterly rebelled against the fate which made
such remuneration necessary.
!, CHANGING through the open door, she saw q
stranger coming up the path-a tall, hand
: some man, well-dressed and elegant. There
was q something strangely familiar to her II
bis looks, and yeti could not be
All, but it could! for the next moment her