Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1878-03-13

But you've forgotten that don't kno"
your name. What am | to call you?
That's so,' he said, musingly. Now
let's see. 'Kearney' would be goof
name. It's short and easy like. Thar''
n street in Frisco the same title. Kear'
ney it tis.'
.But-,' began impatiently.
Now you leave all that to me- he
interrupted, with a superb self-eonh-
dence that could not but admire
The name amt no account. It's the
man that's responsible. Ef l was To
Law for a mau that reckoned was nam
ed Jones, and after 1 fetched him
found on the inquest that lis real name
was Smith-that wouldn't make no mat
ter, as long as got the man.
The illustration, forcible as it was
did not strike me as offering a prepo''
sessing introduction, but we were al
ready ?. the rancho. The barking OF
tie 4. - h.ooaht Sylvester to the door
of the pretty little cottage which his
taste had adorned.
| briefly introduced Mr.. Kearney.-
'Kearney will do-Kearney's good
enough for me, commented the 'Oidisant
Kearney halfaloud, to my horror and
Sylvester's evident mystification, and
then he blandly excused himself for a
moment that he might personally super
wise the care Of his own beast. When
he was out OF earshot, drew the puz.
zled Sylvester aside.
4 have picked up-I mean l have
been picked up on the road by a gentle
maniac, whose name is not Kearney,
He is we'll armed and quotes Dickens.
With care and acquiescence in his visws
on all subjects, and general submission
to his commands. he may be placated
Doubtless the spectacle of your hel lpless
family. the contemplation ofyour daugh'
t.r's beauty and innocence may touch
his fine sense Of humor aud pathos.-
Meanwhile. Heaven help You, and for
give me-
Iran up stairs to the little den that
my hospitable host had kept always re-
served for me in my wsnderings. lin.
gered some time oyer my ablutions.
hearing the languid, gentlemany draw
of Sylvester below mingled with the
equally cool, easy slang Of my mysteri-
Gus acquaintance. When came down
to the sitting-room l was surprised,
| however. to find the self-styled Kearney
quietly seated on the sofa, the gentle
May Sylvester, the Lilly of Lone val
ley sitting with madenly awe and un'
affected interest on one side OF him,
while on the other that arrant tlirt, hel
cousin Kate, was practicing the pitilsss
archery of her eyes, with an excitement
that seemed almost real.
'Wh9is your delicously cool friend P
she md ged to whisper to me at sup
per a utterly dszed and bewilder.
ed bet "a the enrapt May Sylvester
who seeIaed to hang upon his words
and thi. giddy girl OF the period, who
was emptying the battery other charms
in active rivalry upon him. OF cours,
We know his name isn't Kearney. But
how romantic! And isn't he perfectly
lovely? And who is he"
Ireplied with severe irony that wal
not aware what foreign potentate wa'
then travelling incognitO in the Sierras o
California, but that when his Roya
Highness WAS pleased to inform me,
should be pleased to introduce hin
properly. Until ,hen,' added, 1 feal
the acquaintance must be Morganatic.
YOU'RE only jealous of him. she sale
pertly. Look al Nay-she is COM
pletely fascinated. And her father too.
And actually the lansuid, wcrld-sicE
was regarding him with boyish inter
est and enthusiasm almost inconpati-
BILE with his nature. Yet | submit hon
estly to tne clear headed reason of my
own sex, that could see nothing more
in the man that have already deliver
ed to the reader.
Ia the middle OF = exciting story o
adventure, of which he, to the ALREADY
preiudiced minds of his fair auditors, wal
evidently hero, he stopped suddenly.
It's only some pack train passinl
the bridge on the lower trail, explain
ed Sylvester. Go on
1T may be my horse is trihe on cas-.
in the stable said the alleged Kcarney
He amt used to boards and covering.
Heaven only knows what wild ant
delicious revelation lay in the state
ment Of this fact, but the girls looked a
each other with cheeks pink with ex
citenent as Kearney arose, and wit
quiet absence of ceremony, Quilted tn
table.
Amt he just loyelyn said Kate
gasping for breath. 'and so witty
'wittyr said the gentle May, wit
, just the slightest trace ofdefance in he
sweet voice. Witty, my dear? why
don't you see that his voice is ju'
. breaking with pathos? Witty, indeed
, why. when he was speaking of tina
Mexican woman that was hung | say
the tears gather in his eyes Witty, ii
deed y
Tears laughed the cynical Sylvester
, tears, idle tears. Why, you silly chi
dren. the man is man Of the world
; a philosopher, quiet, observant, una'
suming.'
W. Call ipf