The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1894-12-08
The next afternoon they all mea
agnin at Cheyenne. and this is how IL

Starting for the east that morning
the train which carried our party me
with an accident and could not pro
coed. so the passengers were brought
back to the city.
What shall we do with ourselsei
until tomorrow" they asked each
! other.
'oh. the Casino, by all meansl' wa.
the general answer.
So, out to Broadmoor Casino they
drove, and had not been there Ions
when thew encountered Fortescue. he
stared at them.
'.How's this?n he asked
They explained.
"You can see by my dress that the
Casino was not my chosen destination.
started for Cripple Creek this morn
ing. but the stage broke down not far
from here. There was to be long de-
lay and lost my desire for Cripple
Creek, and at last found myself here I"
ut almost looks like fatality "
said one
At this remark. Fortes cue sent a
quick glance toward Gertrude. She
met 1t and vivid blush shot up into
her cheeks. She quickly turned aside.
but Fortescue felt sudden hope. He
grew animated aud quite like his old
set. But he did not attempt to walk
with Gertrude, as the party broke UP
in couples and strolled ABOUT the
grounds. He walked along with Miss
Ellison and they went toward the lake.
Would you like to have a row." he
asked.
mo, thanks" she replied. II prefer
to move about. / never had anything
tire and cramp me so much as that
burro yesterday"
There isn't much poetry of motion
about them," laughed he, "and we
did some rather steep climbing and
rough riding"
Poetry connected with burrosl' she
cried. mockingly. They make every.
thing ridiculous. am sure l felt awlx.
ward on mine, and should be very
careful to say only the commonest
platitudes at such times"
Like flash Of lightning possible
solution of Miss Bacon's peevishness
occurred to him.
II was fool" he muttered.
II beg pardon" said Miss Ellison.
politely.
II was trying to think of some word
to rhyme with burro," he answered.
II believe I'll write some verses on the
burro."
They will be ugly" she replied.
Now, how would this do?" he re-
torted:
Better than taking Luny Kuro;
Is to go riding on burro."
They were still laughing when they
met Miss Bacon and her escort.
Tell u.s." she urged.
No." answered Fortescue, mot un-
til | get copyright, and then / will
be only too glad to tell"
The four went back to the Casino to-
gether, and Fortescue sat down behind
Gertrude.
The orchestra was playing IA Sum-
mer Night in Munich"
what can be more bea utiful than
night in Broadmoor?" asked
Fortescue.
I'VE must stay out here this even
ing" replied Grayson. II would like
to remember my last evening here"
Are you sorry to leave the placer"
asked Gertrude.
"Yes, yes, aren't you?r
Perhaps we won't get away to-mor.
row" answered she, evasively.
mo doubt about that; we shall haste
to CO."
The night proved fine. The moon
was full, making the grounds look
like fairy land.
Late in the evening Fortescue laid
his hand gently on Gertrude's arm.
''Come and take last look at Chey-
snne," he said entreatingly.
He led her to the upper piazza, and
for few moments they stood silently
gazing at the ideal mountain looming
up between them and the western hor-
ION, custing off the world from that
side. The moonlight softened its
rugged clefts and rocks.
THE dancing and merriment seem
remarked Gertrude in
low tone. II shall never forget this
night
Fortescue was silent.
surroundings are everything, went
on Gertrude, innocently. "The peo-
pie who live in continual sight of the
must have elevated thoughts
1t times, even the meancst of them
"Too often, perhaps" answered For
.escue, sadly. MY thoughts are ele-
rated now to something ] may never
attain"
She turned to him swiftly. her face
Illuminated.
Strive" she said, earnestly. "Come
Is near your ideal as possible"
ut is you." he replied, simply.
But III am such q poor ideal"
You mean 1t makes you feel so to
% sought by me?" and he bent down
md looked wistfully at her.
Her eyes fell and the quick blush
her face.
''No," she faltered.
II can't live without you," he whis-
,ered, and as her head sank lower he
ook her in his arms
! What made you SO cruel yester-
lay?" he asked later.
"Those horrid burrosl" was the rath- |
r shamed-faced answer
10, womani" murmured her lover,
'ut tendcrly.-Mary P. Harding. in |
Iouseh old Realm.
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