Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-07-10

which always ended in n weary sigh
that Borrton had no Casino balls
whcrclt to display their radiance.
So the drowsy season dragged into
August, only 10 find Sylvia hopclessly
at odds with self, world, everything.
Turning the days into a very winter
of discomfort, without so little as a
shadowy prospect of even one present
able son Of York, 10 make them glo-
rious summer 10 her. When 10! Just
as the last leaf vas dropping from her
flower of resignation, there came TO
Boreton a man. Not n downy under
graduate, nor a poSt-dated dyspeptic,
but q real man, and a handsome one
too, as Mrs. Lightfoot mentally noted
when first he appeared on the beach,
strolling by her in ~llannels redolent
of Cook or Poole. tall, dark, with Just
a shade of sadness in the brown eyes
that for Il moment glanced toward her
and then turned seaward.
Dame Chance, good soul, found her
fondest mission that day in bringing
Sylvia face Ia face with the interest.
ing stranger and adding fresh fuel TO
the mornings spark of curiosity. She
wasalighting from her afternoon drive
behind pony lingo, when the all
observant Maria remarked that her
driving coat had dropped out of the
back of the cart, where she had stow
edit on starting, and was now, ''some.
where tween here and nowhere"
That coat was one of the combina-
ton of causes that had buried Sylvia
in Boreton, and she did not beam at
the thought of a garment that had cost
her SO dear on the shoulders of some
rural Cynthia Jane at the next county
fair. So Jingo's protesting steps were
urged along the back track, while
hedge, ditch and road were dissected
by Maria's sharp glances. y fruitless
drive of o than a mile brought
them 10 a corner, the turn of which
revealed the stranger of the morning,
advancing with the lost wrap in hand.
Il had the good fortune to find your
coat OF the road beyond. May | have
the pleasure of restoring it,
II was n charmingly smooth voice
and the manner 'all of sweet accord"
For the first time in her life Sylvia
found her wits at fault as she STAN
mered:
"Iou-you are very, very kind; but
how did you know it TO be minel"
Il knew it must be; you wore it at
the beach today"
Then, with a profound salute, he
struck across fields toward the village.
Sylvia ~nervously turned Jingo's
head homeward, rousing hat eagerly
stable loving beast TO an ambitious
trot, with which her thoughts kept
pace until the pony, with a joyous
frisk, was led 10 the stable, and then
they raced on their own account in
the direction of q pair of brown eyes
all the rest of the evening.
Next day, in the usual gathering on
the beach, appeared the mystery" as
Maria had already dubbed the strang-
er; but this time he was neither alone
nor unknown, for with him strolled
the buzzing social blue bottle, Maj.
Dashell. Every one knows the major,
and newell, tile sacred four hun
dred limit is too pent up for his world.
He knows everybody from New York
to Yokohama and from Campobello y
the Upper Nile. True, his acquaint-
ance is rarely more than superficial,
for, nod TO the major, and you are his
life long friend; but her a man who
knows SO many, who spreads SO small
a supply of the butter of friendship
over so vast a surface of social bread,
can't be expected to know any one
very well.
He was evidently boxing the COM
pass of Boreton's habitues for the
benefit Of the mystery" whose eyes
wandered from face to face rs each
was discussed, until they rested upon
Sylvia, snugly propped up on her
lounge of sand under a bright hued
umbrella, and entirely conscious that
she was worth looking at more than
once. Immediately the majors rem
iniscences were broken by a few
words from lis companion. He halt.
ed, smiled a~pprovingly and approach
ed the pretty picture.
"Mrs. Lightfoot, yesterday a happy
chance gave my friend, Mr.. Faunt,
the honor OF meeting you. May | he
the happier chance that gives him the
pleasure today
A few moments later Sylvia's TIN.
brella sheltered the major and his
charge. The episode uf the coat was
renewed with fuller details. and when
the bathing hour had passed those two
very agreeable men accompanied that
one fair woman 10 her cottage. lcav.
ing her with a lively impression that
carbohydrates was like some Y
tiers, dull 10 sight and taste, but hold.
ing a goOdly pearl to reward the pa.
tent seeker.
Mr. Faunt had arrived from England
only the previous week, for n shooting
trip 10 the west, but finding his arrival
a trilc in advance of the season, had
yielded 10 the majors Establishments
by running down 10 Boreton for a few
days.
The few days passed without a sign
Of intended departure by the young
Englishman. Indeed, when with Syl-
via, which was the larger part Of the
time, tho word depart seemed TO be
stricken from his dictionary. Western
game apparently had no attractions
compared with its eastern rival, and
tho prairic5 Of Minnesota sank into
gloomy oblivion in the presence of the
sand hillocIs Of Long Island, set OF
by a certain fair widow with n guy
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