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

tOn OF young married cOupleS! she con-
cluded with a shudder.
She stepped to the window hastily.
closed the blinds. and peeped through
the shutters.
Yes, he doesn't look more than
twenty-four," she announced "They
probably haven't been married long.
But that's no excuse-not the slightest.
Willy for that immense thingi'' she
added, scornfully, as she watched the
tall figure to the corner.
That afternoon Jessie went ND town
to call on several of ''the girls" and re-
turned at 4, having had the best kind of
q time.
She had gone first to Mamie Dukes,
and Mamie had gone over to Cora
Bradley's with her, and they had all
gone on to Myra Sellwin's, where Jes-
sic had entertained them with a vivid
description of the fiat, and amused them
with slightly exaggerated account of
the dolngs OF the amorous couple on the
second floor,
She had in fact represented Mr.. San
derson-Sanderson was the name in the
slit over the letter bOx-as being i'm the
habit of shouting "By-by, Tootsey,
Wootsey" up the stairs as he departed.
and receiving the mystic response of
"Nicey picey-oozy boozy goozy.
But the statement had not been fully
credited
She was smiling over the recollection
of her afternoons jollity as she stood in
the vestibule waiting the response to
her ring.
Whether the gentleman on the Sec
ond floor, who assembled the steps at the
moment, regarded her musing half
smile as intended in some degree for
himself, or whether he was charmed out
of all self-restraint by Jessie's fresh,
young face and her pretty, fall costume,
was not clear; but he lifted his hat
hesitatingly.
The motion was very slight and most
respectful, but Jessie raised her chin
and regarded the young man with chill
ing hauthingess.
What business had he to bow to her?
lie was extremely presumptuOus; he
was impertinent. If that was the habit
of people in flats nothing could be hor-
rider.
Had she not been determinedly re-
garding one tan-colored kid hand, where
it rested on the door knob, she would
have seen that Mr.. Sanderson's frank
face had shown quick distress and
confusion, as he noted the effect of his
impulsive act; but she did not look up
Some three minutes had passed by
this time since she had pulled the bell
and she jerked it again, impatiently.
A silence of three minutes more, dur
1 IVNrr .tx.t. VAr, ,..1f, l.
Then Mr.. Sanderson, with rather q
timid 81 beg your pardonr' reached
across her to his own bell and pulled it,
Another pause.
The door did not open; there was not
even demand through the speaking
tube of ''Who is itp" There was pro-
found silence.
The situation was somewhat en-
barassing. Jessie bit her lip, and look
ed down at the tip of her shoe
Then she raised her eyes to find Mr..
Sanderson's fixed upon her There
was no help for it; they smiled, and
rather broadly.
81 have not my latch-key with me-"
said Mr.. Sanderson, apologetically.
"lt is most unfortunate. l usually car
ry it."
81 can't imagine what is the matter
with Moral? said Jessie, Indignantly.
"She must have heard the belln'
She gave third emphatic jerk to the
handle
IF | could attract my sisters atten-
ton, said the young man, stepping
out and looking up at the second-story
window.
His sister! Jessie's eyes opened
wide. The idea gave new and not
unpleasant aspect to the case.