Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1886-03-15
81 love you. JOAN" Hart Holman

have been very cruel oftentimes; but,
nevertheless, l love you and have
loved you ever since ] first knew
you"
That's impossible" I say, ''for /
was an infant in arms. Auntie has
often told me what friends our
mothers were, and how frequently
they used to visit each other and COM
pare babies"
But he disregards my hippancy.
Don't try to evade an answer,
JOAN" he says. 81 love you dearly
do you not like me the least bItP"
His tone is SO earnest, that as l look
up into his frank, wistful blue eyes, l
cannot help but feel a drill of COM
junction for all my unkindness, past
and present. After all, it is not un-
pleasant to be loved SO truly, even if
one cannot return 1T.
"Certainly like you," / hasten to
say. Haven't we always been
friends, almost as near as any brother
and sister could be?"
His frank face clouds. That's the
trouble" he exclaims. "Joan, don't
want you to think me as brother. 1
am not your brother, and some day /
want to be something else.
rise.
Il wish you would not tease me,
Hart" l cry. Il don't dislike you,
surely you know it; but please stop
talking of love-"
Dignity is becoming to Hart; as he
draws himself up with an offended ex-
preston, the thought strikes me for
the first time how very (not handsome
MIR. De We're with his swapping black
eyes, and his nsinuating smile is that)
tine-looking Hart is. But / do not
tell him what is in my mind, and we
part not to meet again for some time.
That is how Ireceive and answer my
first proposal.
Poor Joan, you have succeeded in
driving away your sole admrer, !"
Ethel says, banteringly, as after awhile
she notices Hart's unusual absence.
Hart has certainly become discour-
aged and transferred his attentions
elsewhere"
.'And welcome" l reply, lightly,
but mendacOusly, for, truth to tell,
find as the days go by that l miss his
quiet, unobstrusive presence more
than could think possible.
Mr.. De We're continues his attentions
to my cousin, notwithstanding auntic
frowns upon him most decidedly. He
has not lived long in this vicinity, and
while here his conduct has been nre-
prOachable, but of late vague rumOrs
have reached her ears of a career in
the past which would not bear inspec-
ton.
But Ethel refuses to hear aught
against him, and stands up bravely foI
her lover
How pretty she looks when she is
indignant! surely it would be no hard
matter to fall in love with my beauti-
full cousin. even if her face were hel
only fortune But that all Raoul De
We're cares for is her money, / am con
false face.
Oh, if / could only lend her my ey es
Time goes on until at length comes
an evening to which both Ethel and
have been looking forward with pleas
urable anticipations.
OF all our friends, Mrs. Fairfa'
knows best how to entertain. and it il
at her charming home that tonight ;
grand ball is to be held.
But alas! evening finds me laid W
with toothache, every nerve racket
with distracting pain, and my cheel
swollen far beyond the bounds o
comeliness.
"You must not think of staying
home" say, peremptorily. as Ethe
proposes giving up her pleasure. I'm
deed you shall not. Go-one marty
is enough. "
She goes, dream of loveliness il
her maidenly tulle and pearls, while
90 TOTO bed.