Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-08-07

She looked at me earnestly, and as she did
so l saw with delight that the color was
slowly coming back to her cheeks. l saw,
too, that her eyes were of a dark brown that
matched well with the shade of her hair,
while her voice was regaining something Of
the depth and mellow sweetness which had
attracted me when she first spoke.
tried to treat the whole affair as a joke;
and, in part, I think l succeeded. As the
girl recovered from the sudden fright and
shock Of the encounter, she regained the
composure Of manner which had distin-
guished her when she entered the carriage,
and by and by she smiled and gave me fresh
subject for wonder and admiration as I con-
trasted the deep color Of her lips with the
pearly whiteness of her teeth.
But I confess that I was somewhat piqued
when 1 found that although Enthusiastically
grateful to me for the assistance I had
rendered her, she showed no disposition to
take me into her confidence. Amid her re-
peated inquiries as to whether I still felt tho
smart of the cut on my lip, and her renewed
expressions of gratitude, she gave me no
hint as to her reason for desiring to avoid
the companionship of the man with whom I
had, on her account, been brought into such
unpleasant personal relations, nor did she
make her own identity in any way known
to me-.
Yet if this reserve made me feel rather in
dignant, that feeling was lost in the sense of
pleasure with which sat beside her. Never
before, l thought, had / met with a woman
so beautiful. And as we changed the con-
versation, both manifestly trying to get rid
of the memory of the scene at the railway
station, and talked on other and more
pleasant topics, l quickly came to the con-
clusion that she was as sympathetic as she
was lovely. It is not a long journey, as my
readers probably know, from York to Scar
borough. In less than an hour md u half
we had reached our destination. But long
before we camo in sight of Divers Mount I
felt toward this beautiful young girl. with
the splendid figure, the lovely eyes, tho rich
| complexion, and the smile that was frank
ness itself, as l had never felt toward any
woman before in my lonely and uneventful
life.
"Ah! so we have reached Scarborough"
she said. "How quickly the journey has
passed! Do you know the place' 1t is my
first visit to it. Perhaps"-and she blushed
as she spoke-"we may SEQ each other again
| some day; but l do not know" Her voice, 1
| thought, grew sad as she uttered these last
words, II a delicate veil of reserve seemed
to pass over the beautiful face into which l
was gaz' ng now with all admiration and in
terest which I made no attempt to conceal.
II hope So" ! said eagerly. II shall he
staying at the Grand hotel, and everybody
here must constantly meet upon the parade
at the saloon"
l hoped that she would mention her name,
or at least tel me to what hotel she was
going. Nay, for an instant a wild :dea
crossed my mind that 81 Q might ask me for
my own name, for tho circumstances under
which we had become acquainted with each
other were certainly unconventional, and, in
my youthful inexperiencc, l fancieu that
they almost justified such u departure from
common usage.
But it was clear that this was not her i'll
tention. She made no direct response to my
words. But she gave me her hand, and while
she again thanked me with her voice, she
thanked me still more warmly with her eyes,
which met my own for q single instant In {
glance that thrilled my very heart.
Then, attended by tho demure maid, by
whom no word had been uttered during tn
whole journey, she left the carriage, AM
was almost directly lost to my view upo
the crowded platform.
At the table d'hote that evening I fear
paid little attention to the prosings of tn
old gentleman by my side, who insisted upol
taking me into his confidence as to the pros
poets of the trade of Bradford and the stat.
of politics in the West Riding. I am afraid
indeed, that despite all the informatio,
which he gave me in the rough, honest tone
which I found to be one of the characters
tics of most of the people around me,
should stand a poor chance of gaining
competitive examination on the subject o
the Bradford trade. Whether its specially
IS wooden or worsted, broadcloth or shoddy
l cannot say even now. although I c~ertainl,
ought to have known a great deal about i
after my hours talk with my good natures
neighbor at the table.
But all through that long dinner my min,
was busy with the scene at the railway sta
ton at York, and with the face of the cir
who had made me her slave. Yes; Difficult
AZ 1t YVES to realize the fact, I could not dis
pute it. !, Cyril Fenton, twenty-five year
Of age, sober, steady and thoughtful, who's
whole life had been given to study under tn
care Of the best of fathers, and who, unit
the great blow which had left me an orpha
had descended upon me some six months b
fore had Lpown 1;ttlo n. ro%birr ~ I'll