Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1885-04-15

with the eyes, not belonging to them
apparently. Often eyes do not har-
monize in coloring with the rest of q
face, but generally expressions are
strongly akin. This man had a sensi-
tive mouth, one with mournful
droop to it. Those who looked at him
caught themselves wondering which
would conquer-keen, hard eyes, or
sensitive mouth. He read for some
time, then gave quick look at the
thoughtful face near him, and said,
abruptly; Not a very pleasant ar
rangement. this"
A quick flush passed over the gentle
face before him-a flush which his
keen eyes noted instantly and under
stood-a flush which told of the girl
ishness yet left to this lonely woman.
''Not that it matters much to me
where | am" he continued. Life
cant give me anything harder than
I've had"
That is a bad thing to say" she
said, in her timid way.
"a true thing, though" he re-
sponded, and the corners of his sensi-
tive mouth dropped a little more.
feel as if l had nothing left to live for.
My wife died year ago and here
the voice broke. Distress ever calls
some souls out from their reserve, and
here was such one. and she said
quickly: "Ah, but you have all those
vanished days and months and years
TO remember, all the loveliness of her
life to think of now"
''How did you know her life was
lovely he queried, little sharply.
She hesitated moment and then said,
simply: 1T must have been, or Won
would not miss her from your living
so much" tribute to the manly
worth in the face she saw before her
which was keenly relished by the
owner OF the face. He sighed and then
looked for a time out of the smoky
window, then said: After all. life is
a strange muddle,' and, receiving a
look OF understanding in response to
this sentiment, he went on:
1--WE don t know what is right to do.
and yet we're punished by fixed laws
II we don't do the light. That doesn't
seem just to me-"
"Oh, but it will come out straight in
next life,' she cried eagerly.
81 don't know whether it will or
not" he responded. Il haven't seem
the next life yet, and l don't know
what it is like-don't even know iii
there will be a next life. | only know
that we are hedged in and around in
this life
"But surely the next life will take
away all the rough places Of this" she
said; ''it will make us understand all
that seems SO strange about this and
there must be a future life: God
surely would not put us into this life
and let so much 60 out of it incom-
plete. That seems to me the strong
est reason for future, that so many
lie with their life work only just be-
gun"
lis that reason or a hope with
your" he asked. She hesitated and
lid not answer, and just then one of
he restless young men who had been
fellow-passenger of theirs came in
and glanced casually at the two.
That glance made her selt-conscious.
md blush dyed the delicate face and
'he turned, in decided way, the
pages OF her book. as il she were de-
not to let this stranger get
possession of her wandering thoughts
again. The young man passed out of
he station, and the elderly one rose
md walked restlessly about the room,
Uniting the shaggy brows occasional
y at some troubled thought. The
hree hours passed, and / o'clock
anne, and train came. Cant as
rst youP" he asked gently, reaching
ut a hard, brown hand for some of |
he numerous bundles she was carry
ng. She handed some to him and
ollowed his sturdy footsteps TO the
rain. Ihey wondered lit:la vvbv