Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1881-03-25

a pair of very unhappy eyes
Victor the invincible looked at her
increduously.
"Charly," he said, reaching her dress
and pulling her toward him, though
she resisted him some-"Charly," re-
proachfully, tenderly putting an arm
round her waist. and drawing her
sweet face down to his.
When he kissed her Charlys pent up
emotion burst forth. She dropped her
head on his shoulder, in storm of
hysterical sobbing.
Victor knew what it meant. lie
smiled a little, and strained her closer,
in a clasp that poor Charly thought
must be q loving one, and that made
her heart thrill with foolish hopes; but
he only kissed her He never said,
"Charly, love you. Charly, will you
marry me?"
He knew as well us Charly did that
he had only to say those words to make
her his own completely But he was
never in his life farther from saying
them. Victor Disbrowe was not Il
marrying man; and though he appre-
ciated this girls sweetness as much as
it was in his selfish nature to appre-
ciate anything, he had no mind to put
a period to those innocent tlirtations III
which he delighted, by marrying her.
Such girls us this were his legitimate
prey; such scenes as this, sweet in
cense under his selfish noStrils. Some
vague realization of the true state Of
the case slowly penetrated to CharlyS
consciousness. Gradually she stopped
sobbing, and her heart stopped its wild
beating. She waited a moment longer,
and drew herself out of Victor's arms.
He would have kept her there, but
she insisted with such new lirmness
that he let her 90.
Crossing to the opposite side of the
fireplace, she stood there, her head
leaned against the mantle piece her
eyes downcast, careless now of the
curious glance that watched her.
Really, in those few moments, Charly
had fought her little battle and won the
day, Doubtless some anger mingled
with the current of her thoughts, and
made her strong just then; and by just
SO much rs she felt her humiliation, in
having shown Victor Disbrowe her
heart so plainly, she hated him for ac-
cepting, in such matter-of-course way,
the loving homage he had wooed by
every art short Of words.
Yes, gentle, sweet-tempered Charly
hated him, for the moment. There are
very few women who are incapable Of
hating under such circumstances, and
it is perhaps as good a panacea as any
for Il heart diseased us Charly's was.
Victor sat a moment looking at
Charly, and warming his shapely feet.
Then he rose with smiling nonchalance,
brushed her cheek with his good night
kiss, and sauntered away,
Little he guessed that his empire
was really over in that innocent heart
but us his sleigh bells clashed in the
frosty air, farther and farther away
Charly actually smiled, not very bitter
ly either.
She opened the door promptly when
there came a second knock, and Thad.
Bondron came gravely yet pleasantly
into the room Victor had just left, suf-
fering nothing in his face to tell that
he had been there before that evening
He had knocked half an hour before
but nobody had heard him; and being
very much at home there, he had
opened the door himself and walked on
to the parlor. He had barely opened
that door and shut it again instantly
and quietly stolen away for time.
He took no notice of Charly's swollen
eyes, but he saw them, and read Alright
the troubled gravity that shone out OF