Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1889-07-11

were newly. 6S Ia DllSu0Q loWy IL q
country town.
Both were fresh from college, full Of
opinion, confident of success. and expect
ing to step by some happy chance out OF
this seven-by-seven room, with its dozen
or so of law books, to the topmost round
of fame's ladder in full command of all
they could behold from that supreme at
titude. And this, too, in a village where
the people were so peaceable they did
not even lock their doors o. nights.
One Of these young men, by name AL
exander Bristol, was ruddy and sanguine,
and the other, H. Hamilton Warren,
whose signature, written in style of
bold haste made a fine, legal-looking
scrawl, was dark, saturnine, cynical.
Ham, have you noticed that little
schoOlma'am pass here every morning:''
said Bristol, who felt laxative. ''She
looks mournful. Must be widow"
81 dislike school-teachers on general
principles" grumbled Warren. "They
are SO incisive, decisive-so given to
methods, theories, rules and regula.
eions."
''But am sure she isn't. She's as soft
@ dove. Her suasion must be eye
suasion, for she has two Of the 1oveIiest
Orbs that ever gave a shy look into our
window"
yesterday it was the milliner's APP
prentice; day before the bankers daugh-
ter; Gay before that the EDITORS cousin. -
said Warren, counting them off on his
fingers as they were named.
But this widow Hominy, or Romany-
never quite caught the name-eclipses
the whole of them"
mo doubt-since she is the last. Asfor
me, have never even seen her."
II can give you a description SO you
could not mistake her: Tall. pale rather
than fair-or, should say, has pallor
rather than fairness"
Warren laughed aloud.
"Your amendment is decidedly poetic,
Bristol. Go On-has pallor rather than
fairness"
eyes wide apart, and gray-and YOU
know, Warren, if there is one point be-
heve more than another necessary to
loneliness in a woman it is width between
the eyes. No danger of stubbornness
them"
eyes wide apart and gray"
'Hair black think. but won't be sure,
it may be yellow"
Fine combination, gray eyes and yell
low hair"
and style as if she were made OF
feathers. lay great stress on the walk
A woman shouldn't chatter and stride.
She should be rubber tired. shod with 81.
lence."
'Well.I suppose she has passed for to-
day." glancing at the clock, I" but next time
you see her coming. just let me know"
Mrs. Bonamy had been born in this
little town, had been orphaned in hel
early girlhood, adopted by an uncle in
the far West, married there before she was
eighteen, and had been left a widow under
mysterious circumstances a year later.
The particulars of her husbands death
were not fully known here He had
either been drowned in fording a river, OF
buried in a snow-slide, or fallen down a
shaft; each OF these essentially Western
methods had been rumored, if not con
frmed. And when Mrs. Bonamy re.
turned to her early home to find some.
thing by which to maintain herself, PEG
pie refrained from too many q uestions
out of sympathy for her widows weeds
She became a teacher, showed an apt.
itude for it, and was now entering upor
her second year of work.
Bristol, who had made quite feeling
impression upon the femininity o.
Breezeland. had been for some time
DESTROYS of making Mrs. Bonamy's &C
Quaintance.
But up TO the period of this converse
ton he had not secured an inti oduction
he was much surprised, therefore, wher
10" uays iater, upon entering his Office
after two-hours' absence, he saw tn.
lady seated in chair, in earnest CONVEX
sation with his partner. He lifted his
hat and withdrew to an inner room.
In Few minutes, however, he hearf
the outer door open and close again anf
knew she was gone.
t'C1ient number one. Ham:n he askad
with considerable curiosity, re.enterin,
the main room.
"Y-e-s," replied Warren, musinply.
ssDo tell me about it, " urged Bristol.
ssThere's very little to tell. She-shs
we'll, the trouble Ia. Bristol, she said
e we're possible she hoped Tor the prssen