The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-04-04
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The Beauty 1 Net on tho Cans.

The only good stories are true ones"
d you mean to say that all the
glorious fictions that have enchanted,
that have thrilled the world are true9"
l asked. a little tr~iumphantly.
Not true in all their details and COM
binations, of course" said he; ''but
whenever you find any incident really
affecting. you may be sure that it actual
ly happened. Now, in this story which
l have read at your recommendation,
there is no such incident. Tho charac-
tiers are not alive, and the events never
occurred; at least, within the writer's
knowledge. 1 can tell you a dozen real,
true stories would beat it all hollow"
Doubted"
"What will you betP"
"Who to decidep"
you shall decide yourself. Come,
I'll tell you n to begin with; and if
you don't say it is better than this
namby,pamby affair 1 have been -ead
ing, I'll pay for the supper"
So 1 set myself to listen.
81 took the night train at Columbus
said Harry, settling himself back. &c
spin his yarn more comfortably.
'rThen you are the hero of your OWL
story" said I.
"Don't interrupt me. Who said I
was a heroP You will see. The cars
were full; but 1 found a seat behind a
lady and gentleman, who had appropri-
nted a couple to themselves, and were
wrapped up in shawls, sleeping very
comfortably.
THE light from the car lamps fell on
their faces. The gentleman, who seemed
a foreigner, and who proved to be a Mex
lean OF some distinction, was of middle
age-a dark. ~fine-looking, sombre, quiet
man. But the lady, young enough to
be his daughter. was of dazzling beauty.
A pale complexion. flushing with the
slightest tint of rose; an oval face; feat
ures regular as those OF a Grecian statue
wasn't she beautiful"
al suppose she was" said !, wishing
10 be aniable, when thus appealed To-.
81 don't want your opinion on that
point. Ihad been smongrough people.
I had seen few that could be called re-
fined, or beautiful. for Il long time; but,
making allowances for all that, she was
certainly one of the loyeliost women l
ever beheld.
w hen she opened her eyes in the
na!c morning light. they were of that
:.-c of violet-grey, shaded by long,
AH-tAh lsI1lNss ~ al AAlA on NAdNAohNNH
Her little hand, with its long, tapering,
white fingers, tipped with rose; her
lender, delicate feet; her form and
rsovcmerts of perfect grace, all held mo
81 u kind Of e~nchantment
The cars ratified and roared along
Town tho Little Miami, and we were
nearing Cincinnati, when 1 heard her
speak. 1t was some trifiing question.
1t bad the petulance of q spoiled child
and a spoiled beauty; but there could
be no installing the pure, high-breeding
OF her articulation. By the time it was
J road daylight, l had studied her well,
locking over my newspaper. 1t was
uuday morning, and no train left Gin
lanai until evening. Werode uptown,
rein the depot, in the same omnibus,
nd ! sat opposite. and 70 quite near
80.
Es 1 looked, what I presume must
w ny last look at her, and must have
.r.:c sod in that look all the admira-
"a aad interest / felt-saying, with my
,.=: Who can You be, o beautiful
,i"2." she appeared to see me for the
Is; time. Something must have told
or what | was thinking. A flush came
yer her face-very slight, indeed, but
lii ~pcrccptible. It was a little surprise
nd somcthing which was not indigna-
,irG.
Il had given my checks for the Bur-
nett House; it was with a pang that L
.aw my new acquaintance prepare to
aiiSit at the Spencer. But while the
general, as | heard him called after
ward, was picking up a shawl that had
seen dropped, l sprang out into the
snow, and with n look-I doubt not of
mingled respect, and admiration, and
srief-cave my hand to the lady. She
thrilled me with the lightest and quick
est touch possible, as II she did not wish
to offend a stranger, by declining what
be meant for a ciyility; but did not say,
thank YOU The husband touched his
hat to me with a cold, proud look, which
] shall never forget
al re-entered the omnibus, went to
the Burnett House, took q good bath
and breakfast, and then went and heard
some fine music ct the beautiful cathe-
dral Ny railroad vision 1 laid away,
with q sight or two, in the s~torehouse Of
memory.
.At nine o'clock in the evening, 1 left
in the cars for Cairo. The Ohio was
frozen. As l entered the car, my heart
beat rs / caught sight Of La Signora.
The only vacant seat was near them
I received no salutation, and made
none. ! knew that she saw me; but
she did not raise her eyes. Tho gentle
man looked at me, as he might at any
other traveller, but without a sign Of re-
cognition, or any emotion, unless there
was q very slight darkening of the
brows. ] could not see well by the
lamplight. They made their arrange
ments like practiced travellers. and slept,
OF seemed to sleep. 1 sat still and
thought Did you ever feel a superhu-
man beauty sinking into your heart,
deeper and deeper, with eyerymoment's
presence?' J
.'Welle
mo matter. Don't answer now. I
must tell my story. In the morning,
and all day, we were still OF the cars.
or three times / had an o~pportunitv to
the latest New York papers. who L
loaned them. 1 brought a glass of wa
ter, when there was none in the cars.
i was lucky enough to have some nice
oranges, and tho lady was thirsty. As
tho day went on the general grew neigh
.borly. He spoke very little English.
His lovely wife would talk nothing else.
He changed from Spanish to French.
but she refused to speak more than a
word or two of either, and kept him to
his English. which it was evident she
was determined he should learn.
n ''She wac English by birth. / knew
1t from mary indications. A high-bred,
meteorological lady, of the most re-
fined and delicate type-more Celtic
than Saxon; and more American than
| English, according to common notions,