Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1894-11-01

happened;
Starting for the east that morning.
the train which carried our party met
with an accident and could not pro-
coed, so the passengers were brought
back to the city.
What shall we do with ourselves
until tomorrow" they asked each
other.
"Oh, tho Casino, by all meansl" was
the general answer.
So, out to Broadmoor Casino thew
drove, and had not been there long
when they encountered Fortescue He
stared at thern.
Flows this?" he asked.
They explained.
"You can see by my dress that tho
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"
ut almost looks like fatality"
said one.
At this remark, Fortesc cue sent a
quick glance toward Gertrude. She
met it and vivid blush shot up into
her checks. She quickly turned aside,
but Fortescue felt sudden hope. He
grew animated and 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. 81 prefer
to move about. never had anything
tire and cramp me 50 much as that
burro yesterday"
"Tbere isn't much poetry of motion
about Them" laughed he, land we
did some rather steep climbing and
rough riding"
Poetry connected with burros" she
cried, mockingly. They make every
thing ridiculous am sure felt awlk-
ward on mine, and l should be very
careful to say only the commonest
platltuueS at SUCH Times.
Like a flash of lightning possible
solution of Miss Bacons peevishness
occurred to him.
81 was fool" he muttered.
II beg pardon" said Miss Ellison,
politely.
Il 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 a burro."
They were still laughing when they
met Miss Bacon and her escort.
Tell u.s." she urged.
NO. answered Fortescue, mot I'M
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 "a Sum.
mer Night in Munich"
"What can be more bea utiful than
summer night in Broadmoor?" asked
Fortescue.
ave 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.
ayes, yes, aren't your"
Perhaps we won't get away to-mor-
row." answered she, evasively.
mo doubt about that; we shall haste
to 60"
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-
enne," 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-
lion, cutting off the world from that
side. The moonlight softened it's
rugged clefts and rocks.
THE dancing and merriment seem
frivolous" remarked Gertrude In a
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
mountains must have elevated thoughts
at times, even the meanest of them"
TOO often, perhaps" answered For
tescue, sadly. my thoughts are ele-
waited now to something ] may never
attain"
She turned to him swiftly, her face
illuminated.
"Strive," she said, earnestly. "Come
as near your ideal as possible"
at is you," he replied, simply.
"But II am such poor ideal"
"You mean it makes you feel SO to
be sought by meP" and he bent down
and looked wistfully at her.
Her eyes fell and the quick blush
ermsoned her face.
NO" she faltered
II can't live without you," he whis-
pcrcd, and as her head sank lower he
took her in his arms
what made you so cruel yester-
day?" he asked later.
'Those horrid burrosl" was the rath-
er shamed-faced answer.
10, womani' murmured her lover,
but tenderly.-Mary P Harding, in
lIousch old Realm.
stub Ends of Thought.
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