The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-12-06
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Ieaped ana snImmered the CascaQeS.
Fortescue threw himself upon the
ground. Gertrude had gone down to
the Falls, and Benson was assisting her.
If there was a person whom Fortescue
despised, it was tins same Benson. And.
he was always stumbling in these rough
places. Suppose he should stumble
down that steep hillside and drag Ger
trude with him. But there he hardly
thought he should care = much = be
would be glad to have her see that she
was safer with him than with any one
else Fortescue was plainly in an un-
enyiable state of mind, but Gertrude
had been cruel. If she had only shown
4 little regret.
His reveries were interrupted by the
party's preparing to mount the burros,
and they were soon picking their way
back down the mountains. There
were some rather rough places climb
inc the Divide, but what a view from
the top. Once or twice Gertrude's eyes
sought Fortescue, as he sat silent amid
their exclamations of wonder and de-
light but he was not looking at her.
She almost decided to speak to him,
then she thought
No, who would have believed him so
stupid" referring TO the love episode,
and she again felt vexed.
Now what did Fortescue do that
evening early, but 90 up to the differ
ent members of the party and bid them
good-bye explaining that as they were
going early the next morning, he would
not see them again. Gertrude, stand
ing near the piano with several others,
gave him a timid glance as he careless
ly put out his hand but she received no
look in return.
That night she cried herself to sleep,
and if one had asked the reason she
would have replied in all probability:
Because"
After all what better answer is there
for some stupid questions.
The next afternoon they all met again
at Cheyenne, and this is how it hap
pened:
Starting for the east that morning,
the train which carried our, party met
with an accident and could not pro-
ceed, so the passengers were brought
back to the city.
what shall we do with ourselves un-
til tomorrow" they asked each other
"Oh, the Casino, by all means" was
the general answer.
So out to Broadmoor Casino they
drove, and had not been there long
when they encountered Fortescue He
stared at them.
"How's this?" 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, cut the stage broke down not far
from here. There was to be long de-
lay and lost my desire for the Cripple
Greek. and at last found myself here"
1t almost looks like a fatality" said
one.
At this remark, Fortescue sent a quick
glance toward Gertrude. She met it
and vivid blush shot up into hen
Fortescure felt sudden hope. He
grew animated and quite like his old
self. 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
No thanks" she replied Il prefer
tire and cramp me so much as that
burro yesterday"
There isn't much poetry in motion
about them," laughed he, "and we did
some rather steep climbing and rough
riding"
Poetry connected with burros!" she
cried mockingly. They make every
thing ridiculous. / am sure | felt awR-
ward on mine and l should be very
careful to say only the commonest
platitudes at such times"
Like flash of lightning a possible
solution of Miss Bacon's peevishness oc-
Cured to him.
Il was fool" he mutered.
Il beg pardon?" said Miss Ellison,
politely.
Il was trying to think of some word
to rhyme with burro, he answered. Il
believe I'll write some verses on the
bmrro."
"Phey will be ugly" she replied.
Now, how would this do?" he re-
luIlttl--
Better than taking Luny KGro;
Is 90 riding on a burro."
They were still laughing when they
they met Miss Bacon and her escort.
Tell us, she urged.
"No." answered Fortescue, "not until
get a copyright, and then l 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 a Sum-
mer Night in Munich"
What can be more beautiful than a
summer night in Broadmoor?" asked
Fortescue
we must stay out here this even
ing" replied Grayson. Il would like