Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-12-05

Poor fellow" said I, chow l pity
his suspense!'
IN. de Lambert is of excellent fam
lily, sufficiently well OIL and, besides,
quite good looking. He is not the
husband | would have chosen for
Adele; but, then, he is Il friend of her
fathers. and besides, Adele, as told
you has been educated a l'Anglaise."
g suppose they have known each
other for II long timeP'
Nine. de st. Cyr drew herself up "A
little stiilly, fancied:
IN. dc Lambert is very favorably
impressed with Mile, de ST. Cyr's
good qualities
Had committed breach of eti-
quettcP Had been guilty of some in
delicate intrusion into the family of
my kind hostess? 1t would seem so,
for, with quiet smile, Nine. Gle st.
Cyr changed the subject, and took me
out walking in the long garden behind
the house. We talked about peaches
and grapes, We sat down on rustic
bench and watched the fountain play.
Then we walked back to the house
again, Nine. de st. Cyr eXcusing her
self. /, after slight glimpse at the
tall poplars fringing the country road
for miles, also retired to my room.
There the wind was playing with the
white lace curtains. A volume of
Monsieur, Madame ct Bebe" was ly-
ing on the little rosewood table near
comfortable lounge. | soon found my
self yawning over the book and fast
asleep.
l was awakened by the sound of
wheels and the shutlling of feet on the
porch NJ. Frederic de Lambert had
doubtless arrived. My curiosity to see
Nj. de Lambert was whetted. A ro-
mantle Frenchman IN unromantic
France, Glove match" to quote
against the advocates of sordid mat
rimony | rubbed my hands with glee.
Education a l'Anglaise was well. The
entering wedge of reform was break
ing down the barriers of French prcju-
dice.
On entering the drawing-room |
was presented to Nj. de Lambert.
bowed also to Mile. de St. Cyr. who
looked very dainty and refreshing in
a becoming suit of white piquet.
M. de Lymbert was tall, fine look
ing man, with full brown beard and
long mustache, which he had self
sufficient way of twirling; his eyes
were rather small ana blue in color
He betrayed no agitation and spoke
in general terms about the theaters in
Paris, remarking parenthetically that
the verses of some new poet, whose
name | did not catch, were "equis. -"
and that the latest debutante in
French society, Nine. b, was
"charmante."
Nine. de st. Cyr was listening to him
in the same serene manner in which
! she had entertained me. The general
was listening at nothing, and looking
at nothing. He was holding himself
straight. AS for Mile. de ST. Cyr, she
certainly was not looking ut NJ. de
Lambert. Poor fellow, | thought, just
think of that journey back to Paris!
How heart-sick he will be. !. must
, look him up when | arrive at the
Grand Hotel, and we will 90 to the
Palars Royal together. Perhaps can
find a way to help him; who knows?
1t will cheer him up, any how, to have
In the meanwhile NJ. de Lambert
seemed very much at his ease Per
haps he did not realize that he was
not finding favor in the eyes of Mile.
de st. Cyr. Men are SO overconfident.
| treasured up the experience for some
, future case of my own.
Suddenly, to my surprise, Nj. de
Lambert rose to 90. He advanced to
the middle of the room and made a
, low bow to Mile. de St. Cyr. After ex-
; ecuting this mancuver he bowed him.
self out of the room. and WAS followed