The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-02-09
THE TWO LOVERS.

OF IL L EVEN IuOuRuI the man really
loved you. 1 would never try to hold
you back from marrying him. But you
don't know him as l do, dear. IL you
could hear and see him of an evening
In the billiard-room at the Clarendon
bad luck, you would soon lose this fool
ish fancy for him. And he talks Of
women, too, In a shameful way. No
man worth the name would"
That is quite enough, MI. Max.
WE'LL" exclaimed Sylvia Lee, who had
been listening to the young farmers lee
ture with ~ill-concealed Impotence. ''If
Philip Carr amuses himself in such
places, Is he any worse than ynup BY
your own account you frequent them
yourself"
"Only since this fellow came here to
bewitch you. Sylvia" said George
Maxwell. II have watched him. but it
was for your sake"
Never mind, George. Icannot hear
another word,' said the dark, bright
young beauty, looking %nervously to-
ward a pretty bower Of ho~neysuckles al
the lower end of the garden in which
tl,Ay stood. 81 may as well tell you at
once that l love him with all my heart,
and that 1 have promised to marry him
on the day when my grandfather gives
his consent"
'Dr. Lee will never do that" began
George. He has always wished you
to marry me, Sylvia. And I-oh, you
knoto how my whole heart has been
fixed upon you ever since we were lit
tie children playing about this dear old
farm together"
The girl flushed up and seemed to
hesitate. She had loved George Max
well. Nay, she loved him now, al
though she knew it not.
The leaves shook and rustled, al
though there was not a breath of wind
stirring among the trees.
Sylvia's eye caught the movement,
and her color grew deeper STILL
alt cannot be, George ~ she said
sadly. ~ must go away-I must see
the world. And he "a show it to
me-"
She drew her hand away and ran
back to the house before George Max
we'll could utter a word. After a few
moments he mounted his fast gray mare
ijcl was lis own; and from her win
V. screened by tie curtains, Sylvia
atcheil | i'm out of sight. For the last
rina! She knew it well. George Max
ell ~. proud. He would not knee
ue Or a love that was denied, nc
IN Ter wha, lie might suffer through its
"es. He would come no more.
Far weeks Sylvia had said to herself
: at tiicir tacii engagement was broken.
\ Nv thai it was done, she sat down
:r,i lrokcd at Georges picture IN tue
vii and cried lis II her heart would
Ire k.
From the garden, from the honey
mc',lr bower, carne the clear, thrilling
rnt.s of n bird-a call that she had lis
tined to many n time during the weeks
: Il IL. Now She heard it with n start
q right. Her tears ceased.
I've kept him waiting so long! Will
nc be a~gryP" she though; rs, all In a
larry Of agitation, she bathed her face
nd arranged her hair. anil tel the
crimson ribbons afr sh that fastened
lie ACC frills nj i.'- throat and wrists.
She stole ,r va t " front stairs softly.
Tho warm, lcr nn Il twilight was drop
ping down above t1o carth ik n man
tie ~ darkness aad secrecy.
Down to the ur, or sized Sylvia, sure
| that size was sac from every eve. And
in the arbpr sine ~ 5 met by n tall.
dis inguished-lookin@ man. who lifted
FER sinai Wifte ntla ~ VS. ''pS'
How long you have been, my dear
| cs'," 10 said re roachfully, drawing
| her to tho seat at Giro ed the arbor.
ii began 10 foar that YOU were going
TO desert mo and cling to the young
farmer, after ALL"
He has gone. / shall not see him
again. Don't talk about him, please"
| said Sylvia rather unsteadily.
| al btna t,nf dnnft raOrat him dar-
lirg," said tho silky voice. ITO live
will him on one of these dreary, lonely
farmsl 1t would be an awful fate
for one SO bright and fair. Wait till
YOU SEQ the elegance, the luxury, the
perfect comfort Of a city home; and
then say If you are sorry for places like
these. You will say goodbye to pow
erty, dear, once YOU are my BRIDE"
..PovertyP Why. | have never been
poor" exclaimed Sylvia. "GrandpaPu
l. the richest man in Clinton. and be
has always given me everything that
wished for"
ii know-I know" said Philip Carr,
glancing back rather contemporary
nj the SQUARE, red brick house. "Th'
farm is his, / hear. But what Is tina
to such a home as / offer your"
..The farm is only n small part o
orandpapa's wealth." said Sylvia, who
In spite Of her irfatuation, slightly re
scented this persistent underwriting o
her family and friends.
II was not the FIRST time that he hat
talked in that a Should she-shoul'