The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-09-16
TRUE WOMAN.


ill-tempers-his Indigestion, or his out
side disappointments. No true man
can be Jealous of . true woman. To be
jealous is to doubt-to doubt is to cease
10 respect; and, for myself. were I &c
see respect floating down the faiI
stream or which l had hoped to steer
my frail barque, that instant 1 would
toss my love after it and cry. 1T is lin
ishedr"
The above sentence vas Cyril Har-
courts part in a discussion among .
groupo of men assembled in the smoking
Dom of the Idlers' Club.
He was an engaged man. but all
present understood that there was moth
Ing personal in his remarks. He had
won the beauty of the season, admired
enough. perhaps, TO turn the heads OF
a dozen men with the insiduous
er:ughts administered by the green
eyed monster; but Cyril was not OF
such calibrc- He had accorded to this
mistress of his heart such genuine ad-
mirstion-he had o his prize from Sc
many rivals-that he did not expect
deafness and blindness from those
whose senses a short while ago had
been preternaturaliy quickened; but
jealousy, in its lowest sense its debas-
ing influence, he deemed himself so faI
beyond, that us as he spoke, warmly,
impassionedly. Ethel Rivers fair vision
never once crossed the horizon OF his
thoughts. nor perhaps that Of any Of
the little group Of men by whom he was
surrounded; but one there was, sitting
a little apart, about the thin lines o.
whose lips there crspt q smile, and into
whose light eyes an evil CLEAN. although
he held his paper persistently before
his faco and seemed to read.
1t was q handsome face the paper
aid, though upon its surface was writ.
ten neither frankness, candor. mol
truth. 1t was . face weak for good,
strong for evil-such an one as ha
lured many a Faust and Marguerite tc
heir destruction.
In this case he had little hope OF
Faust. but in his eyes all women were
Marguerites. and be had loved-aye, he
lid love-Ethel Rivers so well, that tc
kse her was to lose that on which he
bad staked his hopes. his ambition, bis
pride.
Six months before he had been or.
dcred on active service with his regi.
ment. He had returned successful, and
covered. with glory-returned TO find
that. like the hare, lac had lain down tc
rest, and SOMEONE had outrun him in
he race.
He well knew his own power Of fas.
cination. He hal dreamed that there
As that in Ethel's farewell glance and
lingering hand-pressure, which but
waited open avowal on his part to
elicit answering response. and yester.
day. the first news which greeted him,
IS he wendell his way for the first time
to his club. was the announced betroths
a of Miss Rivers to Cyril Harcourt, who,
uttering the sentence which begins oui
story, little dreamed that he was plac,
ing the first wedge in the hands Of his
enemy to insert between him and hh
new-founi happiness.
II n re a him like an open page"
mused Huber Daryl. ..Proud and sen
sitive. once ] | him feel the pang Of
suspssi 70, D. will ask no questions
A. his .aith Is now, SO vii Its undoiEl
be then, and this is for me to accom-
plish. I do not fear the result"
Good evening, Miss Riversp You
kindly babe me bon roydge when l left
toC oOl0 SOoot. LAW ChACa III PhC-F
cunning you might as kindly bid me
welcome homer" :.
Handsome as the arch-fiend himself,
rose Major Daryl from his chair, to ad-
vance with this greeting to meet the
beautiful girl whose coming he awaited
in her own drawing-room.
sIndeed, you would have treated me
most shabbily had you not come" she
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Of your safe. return, and should have
felt hurt indeed if 1 had not been
among the first whom you honored by
its corporeal evidence"
..The frst-the very. first! Ethel,
could you doubt itp"
Tho first touch of embarrassment
crept into her manner. with the color
into her cheek, at something in his
tone and the seemingly unconscious
dropping the prefix of her name.
MOL" she began. 1
But he stopped her.
''Hushr' he said with gentle imperi-
BUSINESS Il went away, six months
ago, with a story unfinished on my lips.
l have come back to finish it. 1 did not
intend its feeling should be in the first
hour, almost the first moment, of our
meeting; but the sight of you has un-
locked the 1ood-gates, and 1 cannot
control the pent-up torrent. Ethel.
must l put my heart secret into wordsP
Must 1 tell you that"
mo. no." she interrupted-'a thou
sand times no! Tell me nothing. It Is
! who have the telling" with a little
forced laugh Of lghtness. II want you.
friend. to congratulate me. I am
engaged to Mr.. Harcourt-"
'~.Engagedr' he uttered the word rs
though her en~unciation of it had been
his first knowledge Of the fact. His
voice sounded strange and hoarse, his
face grew haggard. "Oh," he said,
half to himself, sis it for this 1 have
crossed the seasP" :
Had you not heard itP" she asked,
gently.
What woman is not softened at sight
" q mans misery for love Of herp
Heard itP" he echoed. II returned
but observation-disclosures for this!"
Il am 90 sorry" she whispered-"so
very sorryi But indeed l had no idea
that you cared for me-
Ethel, i'll had spoken before I
sailed. would it have made any differ
cnceP"
q Think not, but 1 cannot tell. My
heart was free then. Once then, for q
little while, Ifancied you liked me; but
,ftcrward l put the thought aside"
Were you SO blinde / adorcd you
then as / adore you now. But do not
Iurn pale; I am a man, not q coward.
am going to prove my alteration by
becoming your friend; yours and. II he
will let me, his. In return, 1 ask but
rne favor at your hands. Do not lot
rven him know Of what has passed be-