Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-05-28

around in, and seemingly successful
in their struggle, until Il slight Iurch
sent them rather suddenly against
another pair of dancers.
"That was stupid, wasn't itP' said
Dick, as they stopped to take breath
after the concussion.
"Yes, replied she of the brown eyes,
raising them frankly TO his face. you
are rather q poor dancer. Perhaps
YOU are out Of practiceP"
"lndeed, | ought not to be" pro
tested Dick, in unutterabe mitigation
at the charge. II never danced more
in my life than have this winter"
lis that so? 1t must be awkwardncss
then" said his companion gently.
Some people never can thoroughly
learn, think it is a natural gift.
Dick wondered if he could have heard
Alright, or If that wretched little flute,
still piping away SO complacently, had
absolutely bewildered him. Ii there
was one thing he prided himself on
more than aHothcr-one gift, natural
or otherwise, whi I'll he felt sure OF pos
sessing-it was his dancing. Was the
brown-eyed damscl out of her mind,
or WAS she simply an ill-bred little
thing who did not know a good dancer
from a bad one? Whichever was the
case, he lost no time in getting rid OF
her, and, mute with ama2emont and
disgust, took refuge among group
of men at the door
You here, Turner?" said one OF
them. Il hardly recognized YOU ut
first, you look 50 yellow"
DO |, indeed?" said, Dick, shortly,
and wondering what he was doomed to
hear next.
II should rather think YOU did, ~ was
the friendly answer. Il Just said to
Smith here, rs you came up, that be-
tween your sallow skin and that bald
spot ON your head YOU were be-
ginning to look ike an old man before
your time. Why don't YOU take to
country lite and early hours and fresh
en- up bit?"
'Why don't YOU mind your own af-
fairs and kindly leave me to attend to
minc?" retortcd Dick. now thoroughly
aroused, and, without waiting for an
other word, he veered around and left
the group, who one and all seemed
profoundly astOnished at his ill-temper.
BY this time he began to feel little
uncertain who to approach next.
Having been told already that he was
stupid ugly, aud bad dancer, what
was there left for him 30 hear? He
certainly had never met 50 many dis
agreeable people in his life, and he
had serious thoughts of beating a per
manent retreat, when he caught sight
of q blonde head half hidden behind
the azGleaS in the conservatory. Ii
was Florence Redifer, whom he had
never expected to meet tonight and
whom two hours ago he would have
| Indignantly avoided. But for some
reason his contempt for her lattery and
! falSeho)d had been strangely modified
in 50 short time, and he felt posi-
| tive yearning to listen to her pretty
nOthings and to see her blue eyes up.
lifted with that tender glance of adj
miring trustfulness to his. 1t must
have cost her a great deal of time and
patience TO cultivate that glance up tC
its present perfection, and it was un-
kind, after all, to sneer at the result OF
such honest and enduring toll.
The next minute he was at her side
She did look very pretty; her fair hail
tumbled in some mysterious fashion Oh
the top Of her shapely little head: hen
bright face lit up with smiles, and hen
white silk cleaning under the colCred
lamps with a soft and shifting radiance
that pleased Dicks cultivated eye. He
was not one of those to whom II wom-
ans gown is a matter of indifference.
81 came in here for little air, she
said; 1.-THE rooms are 50 terribly hot
and the whole affair is very stupid
ID mt you think so?'