El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-05-19
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tkeepS one from smallpox. buG Wude
crazy move are you meditating nows
lis it to go back and retract that tele-
gram?'
"Not quite SO bad as that, bullock
at those
Barbara Hallet was silent for mo-
ment, amazedly turning over in her
hand the two bits of pasteboard which
the girl had given her, a cloud Of some
thing like displeasure creeping in a
WARM flush across her fair face. ga
ticket for Cheyenne and a sleeping car
section. Well, I must say, Edith, that
this appears little too irrational for
my comprehension, but perhaps you
will be good enough to explain"
cit is only-oh, don't be vexed, Bar
bara. 1t breaks my heart to think that
you may be displeased with the whim.
for, of course, it is merely within.
But want to go back to Wyoming for
q few days. Indeed I feel that I must
60"
''But it is perfectly preposterous, run
ming off like this, knitting her brows
fretfully over the tickets. Wire Mel
sine to come down if you want to con-
suit with her, though for that matter
thought you had already settled it to
suit yourself. I thought you knew your
ewn mind.
Edith had occasionally been put to
confusion by her friends feminine habit
of Jumping at conclusion upon the
smallest shred Of evidence, but now
there were thanks to heaven in her
heart for this hint SO OPPORTUNITY offer
ed. "But Nelsine cannot leave the chill
dren," she breathlessly protested. cit
would be SO much easier for me to &c
to her And it is such little journey,
now that know the way"
''But to fly off at tangent like this
You are planning to take the night train,
I take it. To get into Cheyenne at no.
body knows what uncanny hour-that
rough, cowboy town."
@'Oh, the place Is beautifully civil
HEED" She tried hard to be calm,
though her lips rebelliously trembled.
land one is not obliged to face even
the electric lights of the place unless
one chooses, SO the ticket man told me-
The sleeper is sidetracked there until
morning. for which reason you must see
that it is the very train to take to get
to the ranch comfortably, as one has
the advantage of the early start for the
long drive across the country. would
much rather spend the night in the
sleeper IMAM De ODllSeu TO STOP over az /
Oameron's, as I did before
81 have good mind to go with you, 5"
announced her companion, her face
frightening with the idea. 81 really feel
that ought to if you will insist upon
going. If it were not for Paul.
''But you cannot leave the child; you
must not" cried the girl quickly.
''Why should you think Of it? There il
not the slightest reason"
"There Is not the slightest reason fol
your going yourself, SO far as can see.
Mrs. Hallet declared, with a palpable
air of pique, unless you have found
your stay with me SO disagreeable''-
"Ah, you don't know, you can't un.
derstand, and I can't explain" He1
lips were now pitifully aquiver and
such pain in her appealing eyes as re-
minded Barbara Hallet of some animal
hurt to death. "Don't ask me to tel |
you until come back, dear. 1 must go, |
and you must not try to stop me. That
Is all I can tell you now. Only trust
me, Barbara. -
CHAPTER XIV.
His face turned impatiently toward |
that quarter whence presently the head
light Of locomotive would rise as
star against the soft darkness of the
summer night, Paul Brown loitered at
the remote eastern end of that long
platform extending out from the rail
way station at Cheyenne. The great
stone building looked grim and repcl-
lent as prison in the white flood of
the electric light Few were there to
welcome the coming at this hour of
half past in the morning, while none
were called to speed the parting guest,
since the expected train was the local
from Denver, which here would be at
the end of its route. An empty baggage
truck rumbled noisily across the wood
en flooring to position beside the out
81 track, the fellow supplying the pro-
polling force as though wholly worn out
with the effort, properly adjusting him
self to seat on its gridiron surface,
his legs drawn up to an angle Of which
the apex fairly met his chin, his hands
clasped sustainingly around the knees.
A couple of hotel porters leaned lazily
against a corner of the building ''swap-
ping lies" as they would have express,
eel it in the slang which served them
for wit. A man perhaps not overhappy
In anticipation of the arrival which had
robbed him of good sleep, perhaps, like
Paul Brown, too much absorbed in his
own thoughts TO encourage sociability,
walked by himself in the shadows at
the far end of the platform, while by
the door of the women's room an ex-
press agent, his canvas covered book
clasped tightly under one arm, discuss
ed question of local politics with
burly officer of the law, whose silver
star of Office shone in conspicuous warn
ing to all evil doors.
''Expectin comp'ny, Brown" the
crouchinp fellow ON the baggage truck