The Red Cloud chief., 1906-02-09

IN Wien mo- sighed when they
k%N@S1 fell In love, when people dane.
S.sASj ~h by candle and lamp, and
did dance, too, instead of solcmnly
gliding about; in that mellow time SO
long ago when the young were roman.
tic and summer was roses and wine,
old Carcwc brought his lovely daughter
home from the convent 10 wreck the
hearts OF the youth of IiOucn.
That was not II far journey; only an
afternoons drive through the woods
aud By the river in an April long ago,
Miss Bctty's harp carefully strapped
behind the great numbering carriage,
her guitar on the front seat half buried
under Il mound of bouquets and oddly
shaped little bundles, farewell gifts Of
her comrades and the good sisters. In
her left hand she clutched n small lace
handkerchief, with which she now and
then touched her eyes. brimmed with
the parting from Sister Cecilia, Sister
Mary Bazilede, the old stone steps and
all the girls, but for every time that
she lifted the dainty kerchief to brush
away the edge of a tear she took u deep
breath or the western woodland air
and smiled at least twice, for the years
of strict Enclosure within st. Mary's
walls and still gardens were finished
and done with, and at last the many
colored world flashed and danced I'm a
mystery before her. This mystery was
brilliant to the convent girl because 1t
contained men. She was eager to be-
hold 1t.
They rumbled into town after sunset
fl the fair twilight, the dogs barking
before them, and every n would have
been surprised to know that Tom Van
revel, instead of Mr.. Crailey Gray. was
the first to see her. BY the merest ac-
cidcnt Tom was strolling near the Ca
rewe place at the time, and when the
carriage swung into the gates, with
rattle and clink and clouds Of dust at
the finish, 1t was not tOo Oon lost be-
hind the shrubbery and trees for Tom
to catch something more than a
glimpse Of a gray skirt behind a mound
OF flowers and of a charming face with
parted lips and dark eyes beneath the
scuttle Of an enormous bonnet. 1t hap
pened-perhaps 1t is more accurate to
say that Tom thought 1t happened
that she was just clearing away her
veil when he turned to look. She blush
ell suddenly-so much was not to be
mistaken-and the eyes that met his
were remarkable for other reasOns than
the sheer loneliness Of them. In that.
even in the II flash Of them he
caught. they meant so many things ut
one time. But, above all. these eyes
were fully conscious of Tom Vanrevel.
Without realizing what he did Mr..
vanrevel stopped short. He had been
swinging a walking stick, which. de-
scribing n brief are, remained poised
halfway in its descent. There was
only that one glance between them, and
the carriage disappeared. leaving a
scent Of spring flowers in the air.
The young man was left standing on
the wooden pavement In n midst OF
a great loneliness, yet enveloped in the
afterglow, his soul roseatc, his being
%quavering, his expression, like his cane,
instantaneously arrested. With such
promptltude and finish was he disposed
Of that had Miss Carewe been aware
OF his name and the condition wrought
in him by the single stroke she could
have sought only the terse Richard Of
England for a like executive ability:
-'Off with his head! So much for Van
reyel!'
She had lifted a slender hand to the
fiuttering veil. a hand in a white glove
with a small lace gauntlet at the wrist.
This gesture was the final divinity Of
the radiant vision which remained with
the daZed young man as he went down
the street, and 1t may have been three
quarters of an hour later when the
background of the picture became Wv!
i'd to him-a carefully dressed gentle
man with heavy brows and a hand
some high nose, who sat stifily upright
beside the girl, his very bright eyes
quite as conscious of the stricken Pc
destrian rs were hers: vastly different,
however, In this-that they glittered-
nay. almost bristled-with hostility,
while every polished button Of his blue
coat seemed to reflect their malignan-
cy and to dart little echoing shafts Of
venom at Mr.. Vanrevel.
Tom was dismayed by the a~cuteness
of his perception that a man who does
not speak to you has no right to have
a daughter like the lady In the car
riage, and, the moment Of this realiza-
ton occurring as he sat making II poor
pretense to eat his evening meal at the
Rouen House. he dropped his fork rat
thing upon his plate and leaned back.