The Nevada picayune., 1884-12-04

can reveal, and had tbe SatlSlac ton of seeing her starry eyes E down before his own. There wa silence between them. The boat men piled the oars with unusa vigor, and they were soon standing together on the beach--one calm selfpossoased; the other angry defiant, trembling like a reed.
 "Senorita,' said he, "I have some thing more to say to you, whctAe or not you will hear it."
 She drew her scarf about her il passionate haste and moved hur riedly away. A few long, impetu ous strides, and he was detaiuiny her with one styopg hand. He fell her shivering as with terrible ague, and his heart smote him as she stood there of necessity, like some wild hunted creature at bay He was now as much agitated as she.
 "I know it is not chicalrous tC tell you that you love me, but you do, my love, you do, and Jou will sacrifice yourself 10 empty honors l zee it in everything you do and say Why do you leave your slav ish adorers tc be with me 7? Why have been blessed with your sweet companionship more thau half of this happy summer? You do love me; you cannot deceive mo, nor will I believe that you may deceive yourself, though you try with all your strength. Now, un. derstand nc. l do not want your wealth; give it away; I would gath, CT have you without it. l am not enamored of your personal bpauty ' merely; wonderful as if is, it did not enthrall me. It was only the mag. net that drew my soul 10 yours Sou have not been triaius; you have beer as mueh in earnest as ] and will love you vixen these massy braids are thin and gray.
 "Sir, if your presumptuous wordt were true, it does not follow that should be your wife. Were I tC find you false in the least, l shoulC hate you. These men woo with as much tervor as you. How am to know who loves me bests"
 "Your own heart should tel you.'
 1t does not"
 Then you are .dore unwOmanis than thought. We may as wei part here. Good uight.'
 He turned coldly away, sprane into the boat and pushed on from shore, resolutely facing desert life.
 He loves me-" she said, but how much? He is the braves! and grandcst of them all, but l have conquered. How could hate him? And what fond slave l should be if 1 kneV him to be true. The decision is easy now.'
 She turned from the ocean with q heart as restless as it's thousand waves.
 CHAPTER II.
 She stood again upon the house top, but it was not the same iair scene she was wont 10 look upon with heartfelt pleasure. All was changed. The mountains were pouring forth fiery floods. Rivers of flame ran OCT the fertile fields, Columns of flame shot high n the air. Hot ashes and hissing stoaes fcll near and nearer with every angry roar of the terrible monn- tains. The air grew black, The earth shook She felt the solid walls of her home trcwble ben cath her; still she stood, in mute agony, searching the fearful darkness with wild eyes for her father. All else had fled; every living thing, birds, beasts and every human creature. Long hours, hours which seemed an eternity, she stood alone, cling ing to a trail young tree, under whose boughs she had heard VOWS of devotion, even to tke sacrifice of life.
 Suddenly all the black, thick at- mosphere turned fiery red the forests were on fire. The heated air ascen ding, a strong wind came from the sea and lifted the dark. ness from the terrible scene. She lifted her hands to heaven with q cry of despair; there was now no avenue of escape all between her and the city the forests were in flames. and the lava floods were