Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-08-01
A TALE OF THE RED PIKE.


brought back no end of flowers for Ger
trude. But one thing must say-that
fellow Losford is jolly muff, though
ne doesn't look it. Just funk, girls,
and nothing else. Will you give me
some tea, Mrs. Godwinp"
"What nonsense you talk, Bobr'
cried his sister, conscious by some
feminine instinct that her friend s face
was hotter than a moment before You
are perfect mauvaiS enfdnt bursting
in like that. l wish Mr.. Losford would
teach you manners
'Td like to see him try. 1t would
take pluckier man than he is. Why,
he wouldn't come within yards of the
edge, Mrs. Godwin!"
ale showed his usual good sense,
Master Robert" was that lady's tart
reply. She had her reasons for looking
favorably upon Walter Losford, Of Los
ford Court, Monmouthshire, by no
means the least honored guest at MIR.
Godwin's lake villa. And they were a
very CHEEKY and pleasant party, the
pleasantest set, Gertrude thought, that
her mother had ever got together, and
Gertrude was a young lady of decided
tastes and somewhat difficult to please.
Even Bob Marston, when he was not
saying malapropos things and appear
ing where he was not wanted at inOp-
perfume moments, was as amusing as
any other Eton boy, Nevertheless, at
this moment two people at least were
ardently longing to make his ears
tingle.
"And what is the programme for to-
morrow, Mr.. GOdwin?" resumed the
young gentleman, not whit daunted
by the unfavorable reception of his last
remark. "Can we picnic on the Red
PikeP 1t would be jolly fun"
The host hummed and hawed; he
rather preferred an open-air entertain
ment at a place accessible in an open
carriage. But if you have house
among the mountains, up them you
must go. The climbing disease is in
fictitious, and there is no evading it un-
til by q permanent residence you be-
come proof against it's attacks. Mr..
Goodwin would have to succumb sooner
or later.
Eyes, Bob, J." said Gertrude, suddenly
laying down the fan with which she
was playing, ''we will go to the Red
Pike tomorrow"
And Bob, who thought that in his
own language he had rather "put his
foot in it," was comforted, and knew
that to the Red Pike he would 90.
Gertrude's face as she went up to
dress for dinner was thoughtful. .He
showed his usual good sense" Mrs
Goodwin had said, and the words kept
ringing in her daughter ears until her
lip began to curl with scOrn. If there
was one thing which Gertrude admired |
it was courage; was she beginning, al
most more than beginning, to like a |
man who could be called a coward |
even by bOyp 1t made her cheeks |
tingle with shame and anger Proud |
and high-spirited herself, good sense of |
he kind Mrs. Goodwin meant was not
in high esteem with her. And, alas,
the insinuatiOn chimed in with other
things. Walter Losford was hardly
one to please a romantic girl at first
sight. Cold, sensible and wanting i'm
enthusiasm even in his ambition, try
ing nearly everything by the arguments
OF reason with impartial severity, he
would have made just and not too
merciful Judge. Living by rule of
thumb, no wonder that he looked older
than his thirty years, or that he re-
PEELED chance acquaintances who called
him prig. Generally reticent, he
would sometimes tell the truth with
rude abruptness. Altogether, his friends
said, little wanting in charity; too
too matter-of-fact. And yet,
poor Gertrude! when she met him at
the hauteur she assumed melt
ed away and she blushed and smiled
at his glance; for what is SO fascinating