The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1886-08-11

She lOOlieQ at Inc earnestly, ana as SDe ulu
so / saw with delight that the color was
slowly coming back to her cheeks. | saw,
too, that her eyes were of a dark brown that
matched we'll 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 joke;
and, in part think l succeeded As the
girl recovered from the sudden fright and
shock Of the encounter, she regained the
composure If manner which had distin-
puished her when she entered the carriage,
and b. and by she smiled and gave me fresh
subject for wonder and admiration as con-
trasted the deep color of her lips with the
nearly whiteness of her teeth.
But confess that was somewhat piqued
when found that although unmistakably
grateful to me for the assistance / had
rendered her, she showed no disposition to
take me into her confidence Amid her re-
peated inquiries as to whether l still felt the
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 /
had. on her account, been brought into such
UNPLEASANT personal relations, nor did she
make her own identity in any way known
to ma.
Yet il this reserve made me feel rather in
iienant that feeling was lost in the sense of
pleasure with which sat beside her Never
before, l thou hit, had l met with woman
90 beautiful AMI as we changed the con-
veisation, both manifestly trying to get rid
of The memory of the scene at the railway
station. and talked on other and more
pleasant topics, | quickly came to the con-
clusion that she was as sympathetic as she
was lovely. 1t is not long Journey. as my
readers probably know, from York to Scar
borough In less than an hour and a half
we had reached our destination But long
before we came in sight of Divers Mount
felt toward this beautiful young girl, with
the splendid figure the lovely eyes, the 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 plaeel 1t is my
first visit 10 it. Perhap,"-and she biushed
ns she spol1e-@we may see each other again
some day; but do not know" Her voice. /
thought. grew sad as she uttered these last
words and a delicate vel of reserve seemed
to pass over the beautiful face into which
was gaz ne now with an admiration and in
terest which made no attempt 10 concsaL
II hope so" said eagerly. II shall be
staying at the GranI hotel, and everybody
here must constantly meet upon the parade
at the saloon.
Thoped that she would mention her name
or at least tel me to what hotel she was
going Nav, for an instant wild idea
hot sl,o
my own name for the circumstances under
which we had become acquainted with each
other were certainly unconventional, and, in
my youthful inexperience, l fancied that
they almost justified such dt arturo from
common usage.
But it was clear that this was not her in
tention, Sac 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 st Il more warmly with her eyes,
which met my own for a single instant in
glance that thrilled my very heart.
Then attended by the demure maid, by
whom no word had been uttered during the
whole journey, she left the carriage, and
was almost directly lost to my view upon
the crowded platform.
At the table d'hote that evening fear /
raid little attention to the prosings Of the
old gentleman by my side, who insisted upon
taking me into his confidence as to the pros
poets of the trade of Bradford and the state
of politics in the West Riding. am afraid
indeed, that despite all the information
which he gave me in the rough. honest tones
which found to be one Of the characters
tics Of most of the people around me,
should stand a poor chance of gaining q
Saf
the Brad ford trade. Whether its speciality
is woolen or worsted, broadcloth or shoddy,
cannot say even now although certainly
ought to have known great deal about it
after my hours talk with my good natured
neighbor at the table.
But all through that long dinner my mind
was busy with the scene at the railway sta
ton at York. and with the face Of the girl
who had made me her slave. Yes; difficult
as it was 70 realize the fact, could not dis
pute it. /, Cyril Fenton, twenty-five years
of age, sober, steady and thoughtful, whose
whole life had been given to study under the
care Of the best of fathers, and who until
the great blow which had left me an orphan
had descended upon me some six months be-
fore, had known little or nothing Of tho
world beyond the walls Of my happy home,
had suddenly confuted all the ideas which
my friends entertained OF ne and all the
theories which had formed for my own
guidance in life, by falling desper rately. even
madly. in love with girl whose very exist
ence had been unknown TO me six hours be
fore, and Of whose name. position and char
Gcter was still In absolute ignorance
could hardly believe it, keen though the
pain was which made me conscious OF the
truth. should have liked to laugh my fool
ish passion to scorn; but I could not do so.
It had mastered me as had never been
mastered before. almost gloaned aloud as
I realized the strength Of the spell which had
been cast over me by the subtle witchery OF
this fair stranger
When first took my seat at the dinner
table had looked eagerly among the faces
at the long tables hoping that perchance
might see her thsrs It was foolish fancy,
and il was doomed to disappointment Now.
when at last ths tedious meal was at an end
and was released from ths attentions Of the
kindly bore beside me, | hurried out Of the
great hotel and took my way 10 the terrace
in front Of the saloon. It was still early. and
the gay crowd had not yet mustered in force
searche everywhere for her; and every
where in vain
And then / consoled myself with the
thought that. after the agitation of the after
noon, sha would hardly feel inclined 10 spend
the evening in sauntering or ths terrace
where now the laughing throng was moving
slowly % and fro. while the strains Of the
band fIoated ont across the bay. and thon
said strealzs of silver told where the moon
bsams kissed the crest Of each wavelet as i
saped toward the shore Yes, even this