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

ing them to the top of their bent and
then laughing behind their backs Do
you know, SnipP"
Snip didn't know, but he was the
last dor in the world to confess his ig
norancc. so assuming a look of wisdom
which Solomon might have enved, he
gave Il mysterious little bark that
could mean anything and composed
himself again TO listen.
Just eight o'clock - said Dick, con
sulting his watch. "In two hours I've
got TO dress and 60 to see Mrs. Grey's
ball, the biggest bore of the season |
haven't u doubt; but there is no es-
Gaping it. Aren't you glad, Snip, you
don't have to 90 to ballS?'
Snip barkcd again, this time in an
affirmative manner He always nc
commodatcd himself to his masters
moods, and was well accustomed to be-
inc questioned Alert and vigilant, he
watched the CIGAR dwindle down by
slow degrees, while he waited in we'll
bred silence for renewal OF the con-
vcrsatiOn. But Dick was drOwSy and
cross, and when the cigar was smoked
out he turned his head aside and fell
fast asleep, while his little dog, curled
contentedly around his feet, looked up
into his masters face with world of
patient love in his honest brown eyes.
Seven, eight, nine, ten. Was it pos
sibo that he had slept nearly two
hours, and the clock was striking ten?
Dick jumped up, glanced at his watch
to make sure, and, with a s,iied grOan,
prepared TO induct himself into his
dress suit. This was never very
rapid process with him, and by the
time he entered Mrs. Grey's brilliantly
lighted house the great clock in the
hall was pointing TO quarter past
eleven.
The rooms were crowded and sitting
lv hot. The very flowers appeared to
drs )p under the glare and the heat
all except some deep red roses which
had been arranged in sentence over
the doorway, and whose glowing hearts
presented the most sumptuOUs and in
tense bit of coloring, even in that many
huod apartment. 1t was strange, but
! Dick found himself unable to read that
sentence, although composed OF only
three short words. The language,
even the letters, were unknown to him,
and for half n minute he stood puzzled
over the mystery. Then the incoming
crowd gently showed him aside, and,
abandoning the effort, he made the
best of his way towards the hostess. A
pretty little woman, magnitcently
dressed, but seemingly already much
! fatigued with the work in hand, half
smiled rs Dick edged up to her.
"Have yo1 just come, Mr.. Tulner?"
she said. Il thought YOU were to be
one of my early BIRDS
$50 l would have been," he ex-
planned, "only, unfortunately, | fell
asleep and did not wake up in time"
ooh, that was the ease, was it2 Well,
such lengthy nap ought to brighten
you up beautifully for the rest of the
evening. Sometimes, you know, you
are rather stupid
Dick looked at her to see if she meant
j joke, but her pretty face was gravcly
raised to his. You are fiattering
me-" he said, shortly.
II don't mean to, indeed" she an
swered, quite earnestly. 'But there
are plenty of men who are always
stupid, while you can be rather enter
tanning when You are at your best, -"
and she turned gently from him to
greet 4 new batch of guests
"Was | ever damned with such faint
praise before?' thought Dick. Il Won
der if am 'at my best tonight'"
For minute he stood taking n
survey of the scene before him. The
musicians were playing waltz, and
playing it well; only, strange to say,
there was a flute among them, which
came piping in with its shrill, persistent
little treble in manner dstracting to