The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-06-28

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Mays fgtre was slight and exquisite
" nodded, and her pure oval outlined
face was as delicately colored a . wild
rose. Her curved lips were parted
lust enough to show the small. even
rows of tseth, white and g~listening as
pearls. Her long hair had escaped
from its imprisoning net, and fell like q
Ihower of glistening gold about her
shoulders.
The young sportsman hesitated 70
break the silence; lest he SHOULD ---"1A
the beautiful vision; but the magnetism
which rests in an intense glance had nj
ready asserted itself. and May looked
suddenly full into his admiring eyes.
The loose coat. Knickerbockers, and
shooting boots he wore, the breech-
loader he held carelessly under his arm,
told their own story. With a gesture
of disdain. y which harnlonized but
strangely with the smile still lingering
about her rosy lips, she said:
why do you not kill when you take
aim? 1t Is a shame TO torture even a
poor little squirrel by such a bungling
shot"
A flush passed over the youths in
genious face.
1T was q bungle-I acknowledge It,
The fact is, lam not what you seem to
think | ought to be-a crack shot,"
MAYS frank nature was pleased ut
he strangers modest assertion, and the
mile came back to her pretty face.
See she said, what my chase af-
ter your poor little victim has done for
me. 1t led me to this hollow tree. and
| found this in IL. Is 1t mine think you?
Would any one else have a claim to
itP"i I
The stranger took the memoranda
from her, and glanced over it.. 1t was
written in Latin. Afterh he had master
ed its contents, he handed the paper
back with a half smile.
According to this.''h he said, ''this
purse, has been here for more than a
hundred years. l don't think the de-
positor is likely to claim il. Set your
mind at rest. tits yours.' Then with
II merry look into her face, he contin-
ed: IL suppose some one will have the
prettiest-d dress in all the country round;
and may be o gold brooch and a pair
of ear rings to match
mo-" Said May. seriously. al shall
have q pleasure which Is better than all
the things you have mentioned. / can
save our home for my fathf< and moth
er--that is, If this money is really and
truly mine. Oh, sir, ] am SO happy
tho farm was to be taken away from us.
A girl can do something after ALL" b
"And what is this little trembler's
fate to beP" asked the sportsman, point
ing to the squirrel, who. finding all his
efforts to escape Intellectual, had col
lapsed into a shivering bundle of vel
vety fur, and was peering at them
through Mays imprisoning fingers, with
its bright. bead-liko eyes.
II shall cage him for a time, until he
gets tame. Then he shall be my pet,
for through him came my good for
tune"
And through mc.n said the young
man. ''Win you cage me. tooP"
NO." answered May, with a dismay-
ed glance up ut his tall six-foot stature.
s'You r too big"
He smiled.
well, then, win you take me home
with you and give me something to eat.
I am nearly starved. Shooting is a
hungry occupation"
"Yes especially when one never
hits" said May, mischievously.
II am at your mercy" was the mock
rueful reply.
1--WE can give you bowl of bread
and milk at The house. VIII that suf-
feel"
The girl said this with nm uncomfort-
able thought Of the scanty home larder;
but the young mans eager a~sseveration
that, of all dishes, the preferred one was
his favorite, set her mind at rest, and
she led the way. with cheerful alacrity,
to the farm house.
As her at first unknown companion
walked on beside her he drew from her
the story of her simple life. Then he
told her of himself, and May learned
that he was no less q person than Charles
Drake, whose home was in Boston, and
who had represented the proud Com
monwealth Of Massachusetts, In the Sem
ate. He was very wealthy and the
owner Of these woods. She drew q
deep BREATH
.sOh," she said, clasping her hands
and looking up into his face with her
bright, innocent eyes, show I wish I
could live therer
Mr.. Draks lopked at her o moment.
Then, as the knowledge Of her uncom-
mon beauty dawned upon him, he an
swered, seriously:
sDo not wish e Xcn-are better
where you are than in that great hotbed
Of sin and w~ickedness."
81 thought Boston was the home of
the best and most benevolent people in
the whole world! Is It, then, all badp"
asked May, in. surprise.
Mr. Drake felt rebuked as he thought
OF his lovely. pure-minded mother, and
of his gentle young sister; but he could
not explain to May that his speech was
not Of those in sheltered, cultivated
homes of wealth. 1t was of the poor
girl. with no dowry but o beauty which
is oftentimes a fatal gift to its pos
SCISSOR. ~ BIZ $40 2ZILl
The Young man was made welcome
a, The L.ydcote Farm. and during the re-
niainder of his holidays he was a con-
stant visitor there, When not shooting,
he often accompanied May and her sis
ter in their rambles. ~ GdO4 At4
Once tho little party. had wandered
further from homethan was their lial
custom. They paused at lengthoa tho
borders of n swamp. trying to decide if
the possession of a brilliantly colored
and accommodating flower would
repay tho trouble of threading their
way over half-submerged stumps and
~ircacherous boys TO secure it The diff
lculty Of possession made it ali Tho
more desirable, and after many false
steps enlivened by bursts of laughter,
the prize was gained.