The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1882-06-14
ARMOND AS A LOVER.
Winning Adrienne's Hand in the Midst of
Chicago Blizzard.
Chicago Tribune.

her tiny feet peeping coyly from beneath
the folds of satin dress whose dllsky
richness shone out in beautiful contrast
to the rosy cheeks and sunnily golden
hair of its Wearer, Adrienne Mcintyre,
was the very picture of beWitching
beauty. He to whom she spoke was a
man of erect aud powerful frame, the
few silver threads in whose hair showed
that he was turning in the homestretch
of life. But the face of this man, though
illumined and beautified by the light of
holy, tender father love when speak
ing to the girl, was at other times sad
enough in the painful rigidity Of its
lines, and now, as the titful glow of the
open fire caused strange shadows to leap
around the richly furnished room, the
face was given a weird, fierce look that
one sees in the pictures Of Vikings
while Wandering through the galleries
of the Louvre. The mans off foot
moved uneasily, and presently he raised
it and scratched the other leg. The
wind moaned again and the little head
with its mass OF fluffy fiaxen hair that
was nestled SO cunningly within the
shapely white arm and lay with such
pretty contrast on the deep crimson vel
vet Of the big armed chair, moved I'M
| easily.
"What is the matter with my little
pet 81 asked Harold Mcintyre, looking
| with grave earnestness at his child.
The girl blushed rosy red and began
chewing an apple, but did not answer.
II see," said the father, ,glancing kind
| ly at his child, 'you are anxious because
one whom I might name is not here;
anxious because you cannot hear his
| footsteps. Is it not so, Adrienne p
The girl gave no answer. There was
a sudden lull in the fierce raging OF the
storm, and nothing could be heard save
the mufiled crnnching Of the apple.
| Presently Adrienne spoke. do you
blame me, papa, for being anxious and
| heartsick and lonely because Armand
does not come ? Do you blame me that
forebodings of something dreadful fill
my mind when the one whom | adore
and whose love is ny life fails to keep
his tryst, fails to show up on schedule
| time ~
No answer. Again the sound OF the
half-munched apple. Five minutes pass,
long, lank, minutes, that seem 10
Adrienne as if they never would get by.
Then the father speaks. "Any man."
he says, :" who would ride two miles on
q street ear on night like this, when
there are plenty of billiard saloons with
in block of his boarding house, IS q
chump.'
"Oh, father y cried the girl, "you
wrong Armand, indeed you do. He may
be thoughtless and giddy aid even dlsi-
pated {I heard he smoked o clrgarette
, last week., but he is not a chump."
As she ceases to speak the bell rings.
Adrienne runs to the door and filings
her arms around q young man VINO KISS
es her with Leayitt street warmth.
"You have come at last, my darling, !"
) the girl saws, getting ready to kiss him
. again.
II eyes, he replied, "but cannot stay
t T must speak to your father at once
Stepping quickly into the parlor he leads
Mr.. Mcintyre into the shady recess OF
bay window and whispers q few words
into his cay. The old mans face lighted
: UP with beautiful, childlike smile.
"All the boys going to be there, you
say he whispered to Armand.
e "Yes,n whispered the youth, in
8 muffied tone.
aHalf dollar ante and an oyster sup
! per at Il?
"Yes.o
Going to where Adrienne Is sitting by
= by the fire, the kind father leans over
her and says: "My datling, Armand
!. has brought me sad news. My old friend
). and partner III business, Ethelber'
E Simpson, is dying and has sent for me
! Armand will show me the way to his
G house. { shall not be back until late
! and il this fierce storm, which [ almost
fear to face, does not subside, may stay
over town all night. Good bye, my dar-
: : ling" and kissing her tenderly, the old
man turned away. "Good night, my
: precious one,n said Armand, kneeing by
Adrienne's side and taking her hand in
: his. "You know how it pains me to
I leave you, but duty calls me and must
: obey AS the two men reached the