The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1892-02-19

hand. magniiicd the superficial charms
of the man, and was able at last to say:
'It was irrcgular-i,npropcr-
but we can't help liking him"
IIelcn's sistcrs-two of them really
did like him. The careless, easy, un-
conscious dash of his manner, his, un-
failing, elaborate, if somewhat forid
courtesy, the air of vague romance that
seemed to make the atmosphere in
which he brcathcd, all appealed to their
ideal of the chivalric and poetic. lie
did not talk much of himself, bat his
half impersonal stories of wild adj
ventures and reckless daring opened
vistas into limitlass wonderland. Mr..
Tryon treated him politely always,
and never said a word for or against
him.
Then Helen took the few thousands
of dollars, for which by right she
should have waited till she had reached
her majority, and went with her hus-
band into the then half-savagc depths
! of the Colorado cattle ranges.
For four years her letters came rcgu-
larly. From the very first there had
been little of personal record in them.
What she hoped or feared, en-
joy.a or suffered, no one had any way
of guessing. 1t was the llintlcst thing
to read nothing more than appeared on
the surface. But at the end of that
time Payne Morse was tried and sem
fenced to confinement for life for par
ticipation in a daring train robbery.
She simply sent the papers in which the
matter was recorded.
Mr. fIrvnr S.,l1o1ya1 1,;c <o1 ,,,s%1,
all the speed possible. And so Helen
Morse came home again, n statucsque
shadow of herself, she and her baby, OF
whom the whole family made an object
of worship.
One more blow remained to fall. a
ycar later the baby died. The copy of
the newspaper that told its death told,
too, the death of its father. shot dead
while trying to escape from the prison
in which he was confined.
Helen Wore black after that-per-
laps for her baby's death; perhaps for
tic memory OF the man who had treated
her with n cruelty she never told nor
hinted at; perhaps for herself, because
sac had outlived every thing. At any
rase she went in sombcr garments,
and no one questioned or remarked.
And SO mp 10 this ni!,lt-tlc night of
her twen1y-i;fth birthday, when they
were AL sitting about the tea table and
talking of llarry's prospects. Harry
had Bought q share in II Texas ranch,
anl as and his partner were going to
rougll i alone in their cabin among the
l:rasss a'id ;,',ecr. Harry was cnthusi;.s-
tic, foccstalline little and uncon scious-
/! ly the character he was 10 assume by
and by.
Now, Mr.. Micawbcr.. Grace said,
moclsingly. ''Nother, you ought to give
him Il tin plate and cup; and keep silver
forks out of his sight. And iIarry,
youth have to cut the acquaintance of
boiled shirts, unless you boil them your
self, and then you'll have spasms over
the starch
Helen looked up, and said. in her
slow, impressive way: "Why couldn't
go and keep house for you. lIarry?"
Silence fell about the table. The
idea had never presented itself to one
of them, Int now all at once it did not
seem so impractcable. No fancy of
Ilelen's ever did for Helen.
Il have seen something of the life,"
she said. There is nothing it that