The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1885-09-19

nately-l use the worn uuN iseuiJ A'
nately he was not, according 70 tue usual
significance of the word, reil slous man, OF
l should have thought it NOT unllAeiy .uA'
some day he would fall victim 10 tna' re-
lioious mania 50 we'll known 10 my probes
sional brethren. and have developed hvsterla
or melancholia, He might even have fancleo
himself a messenger sent from heaven 1of
the regeneration Of mankind. From natures
like Ca,riston's are prophets made
In short, / may say that my exhaustive
study of INV new friends character resnlteu
in a certain amount of uneasi'1ess as TO us
future-an uneasiness not entirely free from
professional curiosity.
Although the smile came readily and ire
uuently to his lips. the general bent OF III!
disposition was sad, even despondenl anu
morbid And yet few young 'aans lives
promised to be 50 pleasant As Charles Carrls-
toms.
/ was raliying him one day on his future
rank and its responsibilities.
You will, Of course, be d'sgust'ns'y
rich?' said
Carristoa sighed. Eyes, if live long
enough; but don't suppose shall
"Why in the world shouldn't You: You
look pale AID thin, but are in capital health
Twelve long miles We have walked to-day
YOU nevar tu~oad q hair
GARRISON made NO reply: He seemed in
deep thought. -.-..
s'Your friends ought to look after you and
get you wife, said. .
II have no friends. he said sadly. mo
nearer relation than cousin good deal older
than am, who looks upon M, as one VINO
was born to rob him Of what Should be his"
But by the law Of primogeniture, so ga
cred to the upper ten thousand, ne muss
know you are entitled to 1t.
Eyes; but for years and years l was IL.
ways going to die. My life was not thought
worth six months purchase. All OF sud-
den got we'll. Ever since then l have
seemed, even to myself, kind OF inter-
loper."
ut must b, unpleasant to have man
longing for ones DEATH All the more rea-
son you should marry and put other lives
between him and the title"
II fancy shall never marry" said Car
riston, looking at me with his soft, dark
eyes. 'You sec, boy who has waited for
years expecting to die doesn't grow up with
exactly the Same feeling as other people.
don't think shall ever NEE. woman I
can care TO. enough to make my wife. No:
I expect my cousin will be Sir Ralph ye:."
I tried to laugh him out OF his morbid
ideas. Those who live will see." I said.
''Oniy promise to ask me to your wedding,
and better still, if you live in town. APP
point me your family doctor. It may prove
the nucleus of that West End practice which
| it is the dream of every doctor to establish"
I have already alluded to the strange
| beauty of arriston's dark eyes. As soon
| as companionship commenced between US
those eyes became to me, from scientific
reasons, objects OF curiosity ON account Of
the my sterio,,s expression which at times
detected in them Often and often they
wore q look tho like to which, l imagine, Is
found only in the eyes Of q somnambulist-
look which one feels certain is intently fixed
upon something, yet upon something beyond
the range of ones own vision. During the
first two or three days Ut our newborn in
timacy found this eccentricity Of Car
riston's positively startling. Whsn now
and then turned to him and found him
staring with al his might ut nothing, my
eyes were compelled to follow tho direction
in which his own were bent It was at first
impossible to divest ones self Of the belief
that something should be there to justify
70 fixed = gaze. However, as the rapid
growth Of our friendly intercourse soon
showed mo that he was a boy Of most ar
dent poetic temperament-pe ever
more . poet than IN artist laid at ths
door of the Muse these absent looks and re
curing flights into vacancy.
We were at tho Fairy Glen one mornin,;
sketching, to the best of our ability, til.
swirling stream, the gray rocks and til.
overhanging trees, the last just growing bril-
liant with autumnal tints. So beautiful va.
Everything around that for long tire
worked, idled, or dreamed in contentet
silence. Car1iston had set up his easel a
some little distance from mine. At last
turned to see how his sketch was progressing
He had evidently fallen into one of hi
brown studies, and, apparently, q harde
one than usual. His brush had fallen iron
his finge S, his TEXTURES wers immovable
and his strange dark eyes were absolutel,
riveted upon q large rock in front of him, a
which he guzsd as iEtently as il his hope q
heaven depended upon seeing through it.
He seemed for the while oblivious to thing
mundane. A party OF laughing, chatterina
terrible tourist girls scrambled down til
rugged steps, and one By one passed in fron
Of HIM. Neither their presence nor the II
quisitive glances they cast ON his statuesuu
face reused him from his a. of abstraction
For moment wondered il the boy too
opium Or some other narcotic on the 81,
Full OF he thought. l rose, crossed over
hlm. ana LAID ~ hand upon his shoulder
AS h. felt IN ouch he came to himself, an
looked up g !e in dazed, inquiring way.
''Real.y ,rriston," l said, laughingl
, ''you must serve your dreaming fits unit
we are in PAGES where tourists do not CO.
gregate, OF YOU will be thought madmal
+ or at least a .,oct.'
He made no reply. He turned away fro
me impatiently, even rudely; then, pickir
: up his brush, went on with his sketc
+ After u while hs seemed to recover from b
, pettishness and we spent the remainder
, the day rs pleasantly Us usual.
As We trudged home in the twilight