The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-07-10
CUPiD,S PRODIGY.

gwen nm lie S greatest advantages. but
OF els many fair acquaintance he had
never CHANGED TO meet the picture OF his
IDEAL. She was 10 be pure and sweet as
the white petal Of a lily, eyes Of the
deepest sea blue and her hair Of golden
sheen alone would crown her his queen.
Such was his dreams OF her and ct the
mountains he approached his old room
mate, Claude Prescott, as in the past:
Life would hold more than Idle dream
Ing with a sweet creature by your side 10
shield and care for"
I tell you, Jack, wait and hope. IN
this, old chap, our tastes were always
one. Well. here goes; We found the fair
est ideal that you could weel wish for.
She is an angel. and two blissful weeks
have made me the happiest fool on
earth"
Lucky dog" earnestly grasping his
hand. He was leaving abruptly when
Claude Broke in eagerly: You must
meet Miss George Shelby at our coach
ing party
Thanks Claude. but excuse me this
afternoon TO the other fellows. I'm on,
and he passed cut.
In one OF his moody moods" NUT
tered Claude. as he attached his card 10
the cluster Of vi0lcts on his desk. Won
der If he actually dreams Of some dear
facets puZzling."
Early in the sunny afternoon Jack CHf
ford might have been seen saNying forth
up the mountain side. He had proceeded
only a short distance when he caught
sight Of a slender. girlish figure sketch
ing the surrounding scenery She indeed
looked pretty among the messy rocks rs
the wind frolicked with her hair, but the
tableau was destined to suddenly change.
for a saucy mountain breeze caught her
papers afar. Some one sprang lightly
over the cliffs until brown hand had al
IN captivity and Jack Clifford approach
ed to gaze uDon the deepest sea-blue eyes
and the sweetest wildhower face crown
ed with a mass of golden sheen.
THANK you for coming 70 the rescue,
though \ey do not matter"
But this blue peak is rarely finished
to be snatched adown the dale" with
a smile.
he had thrown himself at her feet, but
painting lost it's charm. Who was this
Ellen Of the COLLINS Cave, this innocent
maiden with q face like a sun-lit blos-
som Of the dell, whose voice thrilled
him?
These two weeks have been my gay
est"
''True7 We colleg fellows find it So"
Possibly you know Mr.. Claude Pres
colt"
Jack turned and intently searched her
face.
Yes. I'm Jack Clifford. We have
been more than friends-chums."
'Indeed?" with graceful besture all
her own
He was looking agai at the blue
peak" and his dark feature suddenly
paled, for in a corner of the sheet BE-
fore him were the dainty letters &c. s.
So this sweet, graceful creature was the
angel that Claude spoke Of. Did she love
him as he deserved2
Her lovely eyes grew thoughtful as she
glanced down, unconscious that he knew
not her name. He has been very kind
to Us. We shall be the best of friends.
shall we not?" merrily holding out her
hand.
Jack was instantly by her side. Meet
ing his eyes bent upon her she saw some
thing away down in their hazel depths
which startled her, and the sparkling blue
ones dropped before the tender brown.
That evening Jack nearly ran into
Claude while crossing the darkened hall
towards their private den He could
not repress his emotion and pulling his
friend aside, he wrung his hand, scarce
conscious of what he did.
I've found her, old boy. You can love
no deeper than L For pity sake, don't
ask me to explain"
A week OF delightful tours about the
country had passed, but to Jack it had
been filed with mockery and pain, for
love having opened his eyes. he saw his
dearest friend a constant companion TO
the sweet. graceful girl he adored- 10y
atty whispered words Of warning, for he
knew that to meet her was TO speak the
words which had trembled on his lips
when she had asked to be his friend. He
suffered to see her, but pride was strong
est Of al.
1t was the night OF the ball and the
great hotel on the hill looked like 4 fiery
palace through the night. The music vas
but Jack had sought the gar
den outside in which to better wrap nis
thoughts and avoid the wild-hower face
that haunted him. Gazing al a simple
anemone, a rustHng sound caused him to
turn.
With her golden head against the vine
covered lattice climbing with roses, and
Claude Prescott tenderly bending over
her with her hand in his. stood the only
girl he had ever loved. Jack drew his
hand painfully over his eyes and walked
rapidly away.
Two weeks had passed. and the boys
were soon to leave. Moved by strange
impulse, Jack that last afternoon found
himself strOlling up the mountain side,
rs he had done three weeks before and
there met his fate.
He turned a sharp corner and they
stood face TO face. Her large blue eyes
were overlooking with tears. He took
her trembling hand in his and gently
led her TO a soft seat midst the messy
rocks. where IN a few manly words he
told her OF his love.
Georgia, dearest. love you SOL was
his one and only plea
7 am Gladys" she answered, softly.
George Is engaged to your friend. We
are twin sisters with names beginning
with the same letter, and-oh, Jack. ]
have suffered soP' dIftiug her fearful face
TO his.
Gladys. my sweet one. fate has been
playing cruel pranks between US. have
suffered, TOO" and he bent over her as
-enderly as Claude had done 70 her sister
and kissed the quivering lips SO near 70
lis.-Boston Post.