Daily camera., 1897-12-30
TRIAL BY FIRE.
BY GWEkD0LEN 0VERT0N.


attractive swoman who ever graced the
frontier; and in their time most women
seemed attractive because of their
scarcity. She was handsome, and ac-
complished, and clever, and something
more than all these which was mex
plicable but very potent. She had been
brought up in garrisons and large cities,
and by the tane she was stwo-and-twenty
she knew the world rather WELL More
over, she knew men-not girls and wom-
en-, but men.
Because she had been allowed to live
in posts during most of what should
have been her boarding-school days,
and because she was pleasant to look
upon and to converse with at an age
when most girls are impossible, men
had fallen in love with her pretty much
ever since she could remember. 1t was
said that she had refused all the bache-
lors in all the frontier regiments. This
was not far from the truth. woman
who had married one Of the rejected
ones said that refusing was habit
Miss Hampden had formed, and that
it began to look as if she might never
break herself of it. In the nature of
things, this was repeated to the girl.
Her good temper was one Of her charms.
ut is so much better habit than ac-
cepting them ALL" she argued, sweetly.
. Nevertheless, she wondered if there was
not some truth mingled with the malice.
FBut Lieut.. Loring was the last VIC
tim of her practice. He proposed to
her, unfortunately for himself, just
after she had met young Ardsley.
81 thought this morning that maybe
I would marry you,' said Miss Hamp-
den. But I've changed my mind some
way"
Loring was accustomed to a great
deal of frankness from her, but it
clashed with his notions of feminine
modesty for a woman to have enter
tanned thoughts of marriage before the
offer thereof.
weren't you just trife prompt in
determining my intentions?" he asked.
Has the event proved me wrong"
she returned.
He lost his temper. "You are spoiled"
he said.
''If you knew how often I have heard
that! Yet | do not think / am. | am
simply sincere, and you are little too
vain, all of you. to grasp the differ
ence like you awfully Well-no, now,
don't misunderstood me. | don't love
! you And you are too nice fellow
to be married to a girl who only likes
YOU. No." she repeated, Il do not think
I'm spoiled. 1 am not agitated and
fearful as / ought to be, perhaps, un-
der the circumstances. | used to be,
but I've passed that. [ have been so
placed that men were max ing love to
me at an age when other girls were
PLAYING dolls. It's partly because I'm
pretty, and partly, largely, because
there are so few women out here. When
| have been in the east. haven't made
much of a sensation. I've grown bit
hardened, perhaps Custom has duIIed
the edge-which was fearfully keen and
cutting, at frst-of being told that l
am breaking a heart. But, though am
only %. I've lived to see dozens of you
marry and be happy. You'll do the
same"
"Oh! no, shall not" moaned Lor-
ing.
"Oh! yes, you will, Jack. And I
sha'n't mind Now I've promised to
dance this with the new Mr.. Ardsley,
and if we stay out here any longer
everyone will guess what has hap
pened."
They'll know, wnen they see me-
Don't be a goose, Jack. It's only the
heart that is trying to take itself seri-
ously that exhibits the pain
Don't discuss a subject you know
nothing about. You have no heart
He left her, with an exaggerated bow,
as young Ardsley came mp.
As Miss Hampden waltzed off with
Ardsley, she knew that Loring was
wrong; that this tall boy, fresh from
West Point, as new in experience of
the world as the brass buttons on his
blouse, was the man she was going to
love. He would love her, of course.
1t is to- be feared that it did not enter
her head that he might not. She liked
his strong, roughcut face, and his
Jolly, stone-gray eyes, and his drawl-
ing, heavy voice, and his waltzing, and
.he way he held her. After the dance
she determined that she liked his hands,
md when she looked at them, she saw
A ring.
is that your class ring?" she said.
'Yes," he told her.
May / see it?"
He gave it to her, and while she ex-
amined it he sat and admired her. On
his part, he liked the women who car
ried themselves haughtily, he liked tall
women, he liked straight, black hair
and olive skin and dark eyes and large
features and neck of statuesque pro-
portions. In short, he liked exactly the
things he had never fancied up TO then.
Miss Hampden raised her eyes and met
his. She smiled, but was like TO smile
she had ever bestowed on a man before.
He looked at her very gravely, and her