Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-01-25


den sob. not knowing whether terror or
repulsion or joy held greater sway in
her. The kisses covered her hand. All
the marvel! They grew living: they
We're warm now and passionate. This
Was not dead mans kiss. With a Sec
ond cry she turned her head. Quinsante
himself Snelt by her. kissing her hand.
His eyes rose to hers and she cried
1T is you. You're not dead. Thank
GOD. Thank God.'
His eyes We're cleaning IN the strong
excitement of his heart; he knew now
he had found her.
NO. mot dead; not dead yet" he said.
But. by heaven. when | am dead |
won't leave you! l can't leave you. A.
l kiss your hand now. 50 will / kiss it
always. and with my soul Will worship
YOU. But neither now nor then Will l
press your lips!'
You won't kiss my lips?"
NO; they have lied to me; l won't
stain them any more
For a moment che looked at him. Then
she drew her hand away and flung her
arms around his neck. She kissed him
/ on his lips. crying:
For good or evil. for good or evil, al
/ ways, always, always
Then she drew away, and with her
her low laugh:
'Oh, but how like you to make that
little speech about my lips
| The snake editor dissents from his
colleagues opinion. He admits the
subtle power of Anthonys description.
but holds that it is Inadequate. In his
view, how woman loves has been told
just once, and that by a woman, MIS-.
! Craigie. The description. IS in her new
book Robert Orange, and is as follows:
! Whenever I hear his name l could
! faint. When l see him could sink irto
the ground. At the sight of his hani-
! writing l grow cold from head TO foot,
l tremble, my heart aches so that it
seems breaking in two. l long - be
With him, yet when 1 am with him 1
have nothing to say. l have to escape
and be miserable all alone He is my
thought all day; the last before I SLEEP,
| the first when l awake. l could cry ana
/ cry and cry. l try to read and | rc-
| member not a word. 1 like playing best
! for then 1 can almost imagine that he
. is listening. But when l stop playing
| and look around l find myself in an
name; no one answers. l whisper it;
still no answer. l throw myself on the
ground and l say Think of me. Think
of me- You shall, you must, you do
think Of me.' 1t is great torture ami Il
| great despair. Perhaps it is a madness,
too. But it is my way of loving. l want
to live while l live. If l knew for GER
| tain that he loved meme Oniy-the JOY,
think would kill me. Love: Do you
know, poor little angel, what it menus:
Sometimes it is a curse.
-
Charley Warren, who was private Sec
rotary to- the late Governor Russell. IN
"A Daughter Of the State" touches
upon the subject of corruption in Oil al
life in a trenchant and interesting way.
He makes a young lawyer express HIS
views on the subject in this wise:
You talk of the corruption of our
legislatures, the influence of the lobby.
The papers are full of such charges.
YOU yourself make them lightly in your
own house, to your neighbOrs. You de-
plore the fact that so many dishonest
men can be elected to the Legislature.
That is all very we'll. But What do you
say of the men that make them d4shon-
est? What O.you say of the great COR
porations which put the temptation in
the way of the weak, well-meaninS, poor
man who is sent by his constituents to
the state house? What do YOU say Of the
so-calied honest business men who unite
to, employ the lobbyist, in order to gain
perhaps a town division, perhaps an
electric railroad franchise, or in order
to defeat a bill which may destroy tins
pleasure ON beauty of the estates? What
do you say of your city council and your
city officials who dangle political adVan'
tages before ambitious representative:
, in order to push through some city JOB
, 1t is easier perhaps for you gentlemen
. to assail us than to aSsail your owr
business associates, but tell you, if vol