The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1899-08-18
The BEE.
CIRCULATION.
The Home Circle,
The Heart of Lamont.

ABBIE CARTER GOoDLoE, IN THE INDIE
PENDENT.
Lamont laid his hand lightly on Miss
Allyn's bride.
"You believe me, don't you ?"he asked
with boyish eagerness. She looked up
at him with one of those direct, sincere
Rlances for which she was so noted.
"Yes, - she said slowly, after minutes
effective pause.
''Pye done all sorts of wild things, and
I've caused my people no end Of trouble,
and I'm ashamed of myself-thoroughly
ashamed-heaven knows! But haven't
done anything irretrievably bad yet, and
I'm not paid to stay out here in the Terri
tories like many of these fellows, like
but never mind And since you have
taken pity on me and given me some sort
of hope and self-respect, feel like diff
ferent man-as IL could go in and win
yet"
he had spoken rapidly and impetuous-
lv with his eyes fixed upon the distant
horizon where the sun was just sinking
behind Sofa Mountains. But when he
finished he turned again to the girl riding
at his side, and was rewarded for his con-
fidences by bright and compromising
smile.
She had no need to speak, for Lamont
had satisfactorily translated that illumi-
Mating emile after his own fashion and
desires, and 80 they rode forward in ST.
lence through the. short, thick grass of
the illimitable prairie while the wind
sprang up freshly from the river in the
south and bore to them the scent of the
dog roses growing on Its banks.
The brief, fierce Canadian summer was
at Its hight, but the peaks Of the near
Rockies In the afternoon sun shone white
and glistening with new fallen snow.
Purple, shadowy hollows lay along the
Mountain sides and seemed Co invite
them as they rode slowly westward to-
ward the detachment. Over in the north
troop of horses suddenly appeared on
the crest of little hill, and with uplift-
oh heads and wide open nostrilss watched
the two solitary riders in the bride path
below for a moment, then raced madly
down to the level prairie with tossing
rranes and ironless hoofs that thundered
dully on the soft earth. Far to their left
a little band Of Indians with horses and
1adened travoies crawled slowly toward
the river.
Lamont half turned in his saddle and
1oohed at Miss Allyn. For him she was
the only thing worth looking at in that
vast. beautiful scene. And she was good
IN look at-there could be no question Of
that. She sat straight and firm in her
saddle, the incarnation OF health and ac-
t,vItv, Beneath her broad-brimmed
white sailor hat, her fair, thick hair lay
ike neatly coiled ropes Of gold. The
dark. sincere eyes and firmly cut lips
were In perfect accord with the rest Of
her independent, self.reliant physique.
lamont, in the absence Of any positive
information on the subject, fancied that
abe must look like some beautiful angel,
only-and which, after all, was more
aatisfaetory-she was not an angel, but
an exceedingly delightful terrestrial being
who had been his constant companion
for two months, and whose company he
could enjoy for the remaining two months
Of her visit to her sister, Mrs Kenwood,
chatelaIue of the Mounted Police Detacb-
ment and wife OF the Captain.
Miss Allyn was the victim of her ply
a,oue. Her imposing stature, the decided
clear cut features, strong white hands,
even that honest, straightforward trick
ane had OF lifting her eyelids TO look at
one. and which had no more to do with
her real nature than did the color Of the
ewes beneath, impressed one with the
belief that hers must De singnlariy sim
Cere, superior character she had tried
~ live I'D 10 this general impression, and