The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-03-02
Bmi!ten BY a Distinguished Looking
Stranger,

u. RbAoh6os
MRS. Browns son tells q real sad
story, Major, which shows how little,
after all. we can depend upon outward
stranger" remarked Mrs Max. refiec-
lively, trying the while to separate the
ribs Of a 5roiled chicken.
'.f Mrs. Browns SOL has been tell
ing q sad story, it does indeed shake my
confidence in outward appearances"
replied the Major.
81 don't mean that, I mean the story
itself, and not the fact that Mrs. Browns
son tells 1t, shows how mistaken we
may be. 1t seems that q young lady
boarded q cable dummy on that street
q few mornings ago to return home af-
ter having done some early shopping.
There is not much travel at that hour,
and the only other person on that side
of the dummy with her was q young
man, apparently an Englishman and a
stranger. He was stylishly dressed and
both digni6ed and distinguished in his
manner. You know how popular Eng
lishman-especially army oficers-are
with our girls here, and as there was
something in his bearing that gave her
an idea he was an officer, she cannot
be blamed for taking a considerable i'm
terest in him. Well, when the car was
climbing the steepest part of the hill
she dropped her parasol and, at the i'm
minent risk of his life, he jumped of,
picked up the parasol, overlook tho
dummy, jumped aboard and politely re-
turned 1t to her. She bowed, blushed
and thanked him. She did not fail to
notice the udmiring look he gave her
when she blushed, SO continued 70
blush. With her it was a case of first
sight His manner, his handsome face
and figure had done their work with
her ~fancy-free heart, and it was with
q sigh and tender glance she left the
dummy at - street. Imagine her
delight and agitation when she discov-
cred that he, too, had left the dummy.
He followed her. 1t was distressingly
near homo for a Irritation, but he was a
stranger and so distinguished-looking
that she could not in her heart find
fault with him for his boldness. She
reached her gate, heard his footsteps
close behind her, had Just determined
to drop a glove for him, when her heart
was set wildly FACILITATING by his step
ping quickly forward. opening the cato
FOR her and asking:
"'Beg pardon, miss, but is this Mr..
KS 'ouseP'
I'Shc blushed again, cast down her
eyes, and stammered in a low voice, 1t
is; l am his daughter
".Well. hi ham the new coachman
q tired this morning. Will you direct
me to the servants hentrance. pleaseP
WASN'T it sad, MajorP" asked
Mrs. Max, renewing her attention TO
the chicken.
..It was, indeed, madam. 1 know Of
| only one case of mistaken identity that
| presented a sadder picture. l knew
once two estimable gentlemen, part
ners In business. who were each affiict-
oil with the same lamentable falling
they would at times drink more wine
than they had any intention of drinking.
One evening, it was somewhat late,
they were returning together to then
homes. which were in the same block,
Rogers halted in front of a house ant
sail: Goo nigh, Thompson; goin' bed.
Where goin' to bed?' asked Thomp'
son in surprise.
".Goin' bed in my h-house,' replied
Rogers with much dignity.
This ain your h-housei my
h-housc,' asserted Thompson.
"After arguing the question witt
much earnestness for some time the
two friends decided to leave the mattel
to the inmates Of the house, and 81
rang tho bell. A curl-paper head OBJ
truded itself from an upper window ant
a female voice asked, Who is therep"
".We're all here, madam said Rog
ers, AM would like to know who live
In this h-house.'
MIR. Thompson lives here said thu
female voice.
"sThen, madam. won you kint
'nough to como down here an selec
Misser Thompson. for Misser Roger
wants to go home "-Sdn Fran Call