Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1877-06-26

Tho woman repeated her question; the
crowd by the doorway, headed toy the
Doctor, strained heir ears to listen.
After helpless look around him, Cutey
admitted that he ,CdS the landlord, with
/ the mir of corner-scoundrel coniessing
crime.
Then perhaps you can tell me what |
wish to know" said the woman. fixing
her clear, sweet eyes upon him. 81 want
to find man named Wilmer-James
Courtney Wilmer"
Cutey shook his head sorrowfully.
Thar be so many names" said he {;
"skurcc any man goes by his own name.
BE he livin' in Mariposa, ma'an?"
al DO rot know" was the reply, with
a suggestion of tears in the voice, at
which every heart in the crowd by the
door was touched and unhappy.
Punks nudged Scotty with his elbow.
Whats that fellows name that was
partners with Circus Jack in the Bander-
ita ?' no whispered
Scotty raped his forehead with his
horny hand. and ran his fingers into his
bushy, tow colored hair with clutch Of
desperation.
"Pouks," he whispered. II alters
counted YOU p fool. but You ain't; you
air shinin' light His name Va> jim
Wilmer"
Then coloring up 10 the roots Of his
hair. he advanced, and said:
If you please, ma'am."
The woman turned at this, meeting
whole battery of eyes without any seem
ing cosciousness of it.
There was teller named Jim Wilmer
here-wus partners in the Banderita,
with a.ieler named Circ- leastways, |
don, know his name, but We called him
Circus Jack. nam"
The woman's face her beautiful face
turned as white rs tie collar at her
throat; she leaned against The bar and
tried TO speak, bu, the words died on
her lips.
Finally. with al ,G5,t she la}fwlis-
puod:
DO you kaow where he is now?'
Th,u, rs ,temcn looked %, each other,
she cried in g clearer tone, as he @eqiF
~, ao. m-'4m. lie wus here, ',ajnt
a.on d. said Scotty. Il ihin1 he's o1
hunting in the hills. IL fad Circus
Jack, lnl bring him up here. Hen be
lac'} ,o srow-him and JacS Sss real
good ,ri,ll-."
'f.aa6 you. said ,He stranger, softly,
in voice which smolo Scoty's heart
exceedingly.
TIC doctor, meanwhile, had gone ior
Mis-. sl.rpc, who presently entered. and
invited u, stranger 10 "hoy little tea
She was small, fair woman. with
washed-out LOOK, and a ufoulh not inuo-
cent OF dippmg, but She looked and
spoke kindly, aud the stranger was glad
enough to answer, Yes" and follow
her into the dining room. The crowd
fell back as she approached. but only
enough to give her room TO psss. Some
steathIly touched her dress rs she swept
by them, end when she had disappeared.
and the door had closed, forty tongues
were loosed at once, and scene OF ex.
ciiomenL onsued only equalled by The
one which followed on the shooting OF
1.-The Judge" by Little jack over
game OF poker, 10 That very bar-roOm OF
the Grand Hotel.
"Moaght ax your name. ma,m ?"
inquired Ms. Sharpe.
Marian Kingsley" WIS the faint re-
ply.
Miss or Mrs, nam ?' pursued Mrs.
Sharpe, glancing at the shapely, white,
ringless hands.
The stranger gave 4 sligh. impatient
twitch. "It doesa't matter" she said,
"Call me Marian" That will do as
well as anything"
Mrs. Sh lrpe WAS washed out woman
Many of the natural and laudable in
stinc.s remained, perhaps being fast
colors; but horror of the class TO which
she now supposed Marian to belong was
one which had faded out Of her nature.
She gave slightly supercil ious look,
which fell upon the woman like moon
light upon ice, and pursued her Inquiries;
Game from Frisco ?"
81 came through there. l didn't see
anything of the place."
''Whsr did yer come from ?"
"PAilsdelphia." The tone was changed.
She evidently felt the impalpable rude
ness OF the faded woman, and knew how
10 resent il in the same way More con-
versation ensued, in the course of which
Mrs. Sharpe discovered that Marian had
a little money-enough to pay her board
for three months-snd that she had come
there to find "James Courtney Wilmer"
Mrs. Sharpe had information to give
as well as to take, for she knew some
thing Of Jim.
"ITc called him JiR," she said a little
scornfully. ale didn't git no Court