The suburban citizen., 1902-05-10

tremulous fronds of the weeping will
lows in which Che city of Cheyenne is
embowered. p. S.-The willywally is
not a wild beast; it is a mountain
wind.
In a pretty rustic bower, overhunS
by clustering clematis and winding
wstaria, sat Susan Muggins and
Lionel Livingstone Babington, listen
ing to the lifting lullaby Of a lutte
touched by caressing fingers on the
lake below, bathed in the golden pur-
pie glory of a Wyoming moon. The
magic and mystery Of the night laid
their enchanted hands upon the face
of the waters, and on the green valleys
and silver submitted mountains trans.
forming the scene into one that seemed
scarcely Of earth
Lionel Livingstone Babington gently
murmured the name of Susan Mug
gins, and the music of his voice made
sweeter the strains of the lutte on the
lake.
"And do you love me, LionelP' the
girl whispered, nesting her hand in
MS anu luClluluS ltI Sllhth AAtoSNo w
ward his manly bosom.
II swear it, dearest by all the beau.
ties OF the night of which you are the
queen" he responded, rapturously.
Their lips met in a delicious, declar-
atory, delightful definite, deep-seated,
devoted dominant dilatory, detonat-
ing, delirious dizzy kiss, and the cir
cumambent atmosphere was filed with
the melllhuous melody of two hearts
beating as one.
Let us pause a moment, gentle
reader, at this point in our tale, in
order to introduce our hero and heroine.
Susan Muggns, whose family was
one of the oldest in Wyoming, having
come over in a prairie schooner, the
Sunfower, from Kansas, was a fair
being of twenty-five summers, tall
and stately, charming and accom-
plished, with starry eyes and pearly
teeth. and cherry lips peachy cheeks;
and since her debut two years before
in the most exclusive, recherche, and
aristocratic circles of Laramie City,
she had been one of the most popular
bellies both in her native city and in
the bedazzling bewilderment Of the
splendid assemblages Of wealth and
fashion at the capital, where she al
ways visited during the gay season.
1t was here she met Lionel Livingstone
Babington, and Cheyenne, which had
before been attractive to her as a
social centre, became very dear to her
as the home Of the man TO whom she
plighted her troth on this night OF
nights. by the moonlit, silver strand
with the Niobrara nightingales sing
ing in the Wyoming willows by the
lute.filled lake. That her father owned
vast mining interests and stood to be
a bulllonaire was Of no consequence
to her at this juncture.
And what of Lionel Livingstone
Babington? Much. more, most. and
then the half has not been told. Hand
some as Apollo, graceful as Ganymede
strong as Hercules adorable as
Adonis, sage as Solon, he combined
in one man the charms Of a Dozen
and it may be said Of him without fear
of successful contradiction, that he
was the Chesterfield of Cheyenne. and
the one man among n hundred Of the
capitals most captivating, to whom
every feminine eye was turned. But
he passed unscathed of Cupid until
Susan Muggins came his way, and he
had learned that her father had a
barrel Of money and more in sight
He was a poor young lawyer, with
promising practice, and the gall of
Calico, and there was no proposition
too hard for him. Possessed of inor-
dinate ambition, he had early turned
his attention to politics, and he
paralyzed the very oldest practical
politicians by the principles he preach
ed. They did not claim to be angels,
but they feared to rush in as Babing-
ton did. He had not yet held Office.
but it was known that at the August
convention he expected to be nomi-
mated for the Legislature, and even
his bitterest enemies in the other
party admitted that nothing short of
divine interposition would beat him
should he receive the nomination. But
politics Is vague and unreal in its di
versities OF destiny. aud the man who
trusts his own party is quite as liable
to he disappointed as he is to be de-
feated by his political opponents. Yet
Lionel Livingstone Babington, in his
imperous march onward, seemed not
10 Know what fear was. He knew that
ne mad foes within his own party, i'm.
placable foes, but he ignored them
and forged ahead regardless of all
retrogressive attempts by factions.
He feared no sagacity and he defed
sknllduggerty. When it came to that,
he was no slouch of skulldugger
himself.
Susan Mugglns although a belle,
dazzling the giddy butterflies of fash
Ion and frivolity, was yet n woman of
wider interests, and she had read the
Constitution and bylaws, and knew
portions Of the Declaration of Inde-