Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1890-06-06

them. she continued: and if YOU will fur
nish me with an essor, viii make the at
tempt.
An amba,h, thought Bob. but he smiled
ali the more and added
Why OF coarse viii Il do better
I viii be your escort myself shall We go
immediately
oh, no, there Is no need of such haste
to morrow will do, and they dropped into
conversation as natural as if they knew
each other for years. Bob was shreWd,
but inexperienced lie did not observe
the dangerous thread Of the talk. While
dextesously avoiding all reference to hex
self she kept on that most fascinating sub
ie5t to all men, when guided by a pretty
womau-hiuSelf Ii was Othello and
Desdemona over again. Only Desdemoua
led the conversation Ah, me. if the be
guiiing sex only knew the full power in
their little cars, aided by deep, earnest
eyes, none of US would be safe. Bob talk
cd well, at times eloquently, with golden
thread Of humor running through all, and
he who set out to deceive through love
making went to his bed deep in love with
his fair charmer
The day after the expedition vas at
tempted. Alas! it proved miserable fail
TIE. The old horse pulled them slowly TO
the summit of the mountain, and then de-
sended to the valley beyond stumbled at
every step, and at last fell down, breaking
the shaft and throwing The fair emissary
on his chronological rumD.
When horse falls down lie takes phil
Osophical view of the situation and lies
still Old Smooth Tooth lay stretched up
on the road, with his shoeless hoofs full
| extended and his eyes half closed, as it to
say, This is the end farewell. vain world;
leave me to the buzzards"
Ellersley lifted his fair companion from
the emprace of the moist anatomy. She
got up laughing merrily over the Inishap
and, leaving the wreck to the man, the two
walked back.
This is too bad, said BOD "The poor
relati ons will never get relief at this rate
Look here, Miss Clara"-he had her name
-''can you ride?"
Like an Arab, she responded.
/ "Good!' he exclaimed. Now if l can
find a saddle, you shall have my horse
Chancellor. He is splendid. will ride
one of the orderly's horses, and so we will
| penetrate every recess of the mountains" F."
She was delighted with the arrangement
and an old fashioned, single horse side
/ saddle, hard as the rock Of ages, was fished
out from the stables Bob worked long
and laboriously in fashioning one Of his
| best blankets to the old affair, to make it
more presentable as well as easier. and the
rides began.
Chancellor, when first mounted, snorted,
reased lunged as it indignant, but the fair
girl kept her seat composedly until the
steed quieted down, and then patting his
arched neck put herself ON friendly terms
with noble animal.
Those ride were long and frequent.
Both enjoyed them. She was sweetly con-
! tidental i'll her young escorts life and af-
fairs, and every hour the delicious chain
of love bound the poor boy nearer and
! tiuner to his alteration. Small wonder
The young girl was simply superb ON
! horseback. The close-fitting riding-dress
seemed part Of her supple, graceful, engag-
Ing form, while the exercise and excite
ness to her cheeks, that seemed the one
thing necessary to make her pale face per-
| feet. Bob longed to avow his love, but
youth is timid when the precious treasure
may be jeopardized by the avowal. BE
was blinded by his passion, and did not see
the game so openly played by the little
| gambler. She was true daughter of the
! South, and her heart was with her poor
brothers marching shoeless, with scant raj
nieut, poorly armed sleeping without shell
Ter, and dy ng by thousands with desperate
! bravery for their cause To have that i'll
| her possession that was, as she believed, of
vital importance to them, made her desper-
ate. For such cause, she would play the
| Judith and had Bob avowed his love, she
| had resolved to accept, let the cons equen-
ces have been what they might to the poor
/ lad
OH the golden glory of those sunny
days. They took on roseate hue, that
made the blue SUBMITS of the mountains a
deeper blue, as if to bound that Eden that
lies about each life in the golden glow of
youth, when love touches the sweet, tender
I L.. ,,T, -, ~ a.,
erS bloom with voices and odors that pene-
trate the very soul, never again to pass
away The scene fades, the birds die and
he flowers perish, oft in the hard realities
Of life the blue mountains no longer frame
in the fairy paradise, but all the same we
cling to it through existence as our first
parents clung to the Garden to which they
never could return.
Shakespeare tells us the course of true
love never does run smooth. No, indeed;
life's ways are not fitted Ior the sweet
stream. For little while it murmurs
along green meadows, and tEen anon, it
falls among rocks and rough ways, and
oftentimes is dashed over precipiees to be
diSSipated in thin mist, over which arches
the rainbow, not alas! of hope, but memo
.ry.
There were some little tricks the lovely
girl INDUCED in that exasperated her lover
who, although blinded by his passion, had
not lost sight of his duty. One of these
was to stop at some mountain hut. and
persist in dismounting and entering the
hoYol Bob dismountcd also and would
help her to the ground and accompany her
to the interior He kept his eyes and ears
alert, and believed that he bafiled any de-
signs in this direction.
Another fancy INDUCED in was to banter
the Lieutenant to race and dart off on
Chancellor at the best OF his running pace
and Bob, on his Government horse, would
follow numbering after, scarce keeping her
in sight, until it suited the girl to check up.
Bob demonstrated in vain, and all he could
do was to direct the orderly to keep sharp
lookout Oh either side Of the road for any
thing the girl might drop.
One day Corporal Bang, who happened
to be the escort, handed the Lieutenant a
letter, tied to d stone, that he had picked
up from gully after one of these races
Got reminder through my chappo
Lieutenant, when l picked that up, aud
he showed a hole in his hat
EIlerSley looked lunginglX at the mis-