Year: 1879



 A gentleman just over from Wyom- ing gives an account of little episode which occurred in Cheyenne few days since. He says that a young lady, re- siding a few miles from that city, had been the recipient for some time of very marked attention from a we'll known young man. So much so, in deed, that promise of marriage had passed between them, and their friends looked forward for their speedy union.

 It seems, however, that the young mans attentions were not of that kind, and he expressed to a mutual friend the fact that he was only flirting with the girl. Being in town on visit to a friend, the remark of her reputed lover found its way to her in some way, and she determined to make him visit. On her way, about dusk, to his place of business, accompanied by gentle man and his wife, she met the object of her search, and immediately proceeded to interview him. To her inquiry if he had made the remark ascribed to him he gave an indignant denial.

 You never said, then, that you had been flirting with me?''

 ''I never thought of such thing" he replied, turning white and red by

 

 the girl, though silent, looked as if he might take hand in the discussion at a moments notice.

 But you are engaged to me, are you not ?" persisted tEe girl. '' want to know just now how we stand, and l want these friends of mine to know, too. I have been a subject of calumny in some way, and want the matter put to rights. You have engaged to marry me, have you not?'

 The question was clear, explicit, and admitted of no evasion. But the man hesitated. He looked around-looked every way but in the face of his indig- nant questioner; and that was strange, for the face, If all reports be true, was pretty enough to win any mans re- gards.

 '' We'll, don't know" he said, hesi- tating, and flushing hotly beneath the eager questioning glance of the excited Hebe, who had come so close to him, and was looking into his face with eyes that fairly burned in their hot flashes.

 $ You don't know? Have you no rec ollection of anything of that kind ?"

 The question was wrathful, impera- tive and to the point. It was plain that she meant to have no fooling, and what little courage the man had was fast ooz ing away. No doubt he wished him. self anywhere but where he was. But wishes do very little good under such circumstances, and a man with half an eye could see that he had to face the racket music.

 S may have said something of the sort, he muttered at last, '' but this is no place to talk about such things; be- sides we are not alone :"

 Don't let that fact disturb J ou, D in terposed the girls male attendant, "we shall be very discreet"

 The tone in which this was said, more than the words, made the young man believe that the climate around that spot was gradually growing ex ceedingly unhealthy.

 "You may have said something of the sort" the girl interrupted. Don't you know that you have given me your solemn promise to marry me p

 $ I might have done so.'

 This was more than the rural damsel could endure. She had acted very dis creetly so far, but now patience over leaped it's bounds. She was mad. What woman wouldn't be under the circumstances Suddenly she doubled her fist and struck him full in the face. The man fell back in disorder. She ad vanced with fury and struck him again; nor were the blows which the buxom country girl launched from her shoul- der to be laughed at. One left mark and the other brought blood.

 The man cast che despairing glance around to see if the incident attracted attention, and seeing no one near, he abruptly terminated the interview by taking to his heels. It was, perhaps, the best solution he could have made of the difficulty, for the man who came with the girl looked as if he meant to take part in the argument. This didn't suit him at all.

 AS there is no more to chronicle, the record of the incident may be closed with the remark that there is not likely to be wedding in that quarter. The engagement has been brought to a close, and both parties are open to any thing which Cupid may have in store for them.-Rochy Aountain Nea0S.