Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-08-14
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"You shall notl You shall notl You
belong to mel"
The beautiful little creature stamp
ed her tiny foot on the turf as she
spoke; her eyes famed with anger, a
fiery flush shot up into her dark
cheek.
Il belonged TO my country before /
ever saw you, Viva" answered Tom
Creighton, in a sad but steady tone.
You shall not go, thought All!
dear, dear, darling Tom, can you
leave your little lassie to die Of fearl
Don't you love meT'
She gathered the tai fellows hands
close to her heart, and clasped them
there with strange, passionate strength.
Tom stopped and lifted her TO his boz
som as If she had been a tiny child.
Il could not love thee, dear, so much
Loved I not honor more"
he said slowly, bending his head TO
her ear. A splendid head it was,
crowned with close curls soon to fall
before the shears, and its symmetry to
be hidden by a forage cap, and the
face did not belle the head; its strong,
regular features, its cleft chin and
resolute lips, all gave the world as
surance Of a man" while the express
i've gray eyes revealed humor, ten
derness, pathos, passion, and a possible
flash of rage.
Don't talk to me about honorn
sobbed Viva, hiding her face on his
shoulder. II shall die If you 60 away
from mel / can't can't bear i'll"
There was no heroism about Gene
We've L'Estrange; her French descent
had given her inexpressible charms Of
aspect and manner; she was as slight
asa girl Of ten years, and no higher
than her lovers shoulder, but the con-
tours of her exquisite figure showed
the roundness and grace Of woman
hood, and her piquant, glowing face
was alight with all the fire of an in
tense feminine nature. There was
nothing childish in the red, mobile
lips, the delicate, irregular features.
the brilliant dark eyes that sparkled
or melted according to her mood, the
abundant, silky black hair that fell TO
her feet when it escaped from the
heavy coils that seemed too weighty
for the lovely little head they covered.
She was spoiled from her babyhood,
being the only child Of wealthy pa
rents not a wish had the willful crea-
ture ever been denied; never had she
wanted a luxury, or failed 10 indulge
a caprice indeed. 1t was a caprice that
this very summer had taken Ter 10
the White Mountains before the great
hotels were opened, 10 a small house
near W. village Of FaHconip. She
wanted 10 see the spring blossoms Of
the north, 10 gather the dawn pink
arbutus she had 30 often bought in
Broadway, from It's lurEiuw places un-
der The pine needles OF the forest she
had heard Of tho SLY Linnwa,' the
w.I' ~~iutergreen, and many an
Otio carly Hover that fades before
fa-.'Nl comes 10 explore rs huuutr
from "a school friend WHO lived in
nortltorN Sow Hampshire. aud 50.
weaJF e.. .Iu early terrDIs "I tle great
war ,,1l.l4g .0gcEiy ia the distance,
tired irm Cue tw0 yours In Europe
that followed Der school dans. aud the
long winuF Yl q. -,ipat.0n iu the city.
she had iutimuugl tO her uigdicnt pu.
rents krF desire 20 visit Frtucauia.
and tlry took hCr 10 the Pine Hill
hous. accordingly.
Here sio met Tom Creighton. his
father ud mother lived uu "a farm
negY by. aud the handsome ysuug
LAWYER from New York bad come mp
10 9iy -YgI-5y b. them. FOR he had
enlisted m u volunteer regiment, and
daily expected orders b. tnc from,
Viva bad mel him often ~ society,
and tau two opposite natures. IN a
measure counierparts. had been mu.
tually attracted. Tom Creighton was
a typical NDU EugaoHrG strong OH
stinatr, enduring with rigid sense
Of duty nv lll dominant tU.lt. he did
not entirely approve Oi the war; for
he was naturally conservative but be
co.Sidcrpd that lac ought tm .U and
60 be would. IL was & thorough -u.
prise "a both the pair tiIis meeting
among toe mountains. ard li WAS the
last ding Tom Creighton intended,
10 foil h love with Miss L'Estuubc,
much les 10 let her know H. but he
could not help himself with charac-
teristic %1npctuosily Size lost her heart
in these soitudcs where all the real
character ri the young man showed
itself, no longer overlaiJ by the Gus
toms Of society.
She saw how true, how tender, how
brave be wasi how superior TO the So
ciety men who had bored her in New
York. She had indeed distinguished
him there from a certain superiority
OF aspect, but now she knew aud loved
him. and showed it with such naive