The Nevada picayune., 1885-01-29

which she can ehrh enough to get food for herself and Harry. ,ktt soon her rent falls due and she has no means to meet it. She is wandering what she shall do; she has just finished some work for Mrs. Lawrence, but 1t is Saturday night and nine o'clock, too late for her to take it home, so she abandons the thought of dinner to- morrow, and thinks Monday morn ing she will give all her earnings to the landlord, which will fall short of what she owes, but may perhaps give her respite. As she takes up Harry's little torn trowsers to mend, her eyes fall up- on a neatly tied package, marked "Mrs. LaWfence," and the name sends her thoughts adrift, away back to another Saturday night when she had watched and waited in vain for the coming of one of that name.
 Presently she hears mans step coming up stairs; her heart beats faster, and she holds her breath as it pauses before the door; sec ond passes and then comes a knock she is timid about opening the door. She half rises, then sinks backs into her seat. The knock is repeated. Shall she open the doori Who can it beg The landlord per haLs. With tAss thought sine rises just as the knock is again repeat ed. With trembling hand and scared face she opens the door.
 Her nerves are unstrung, and she almost screams aloud as she beholds Eugene Lawrence, but not quite.
 "I have come fer so1a.o sewing of my mother's," he begins, step ging across the threshold; the light minis face, and he has recognized i her.
 She closes tho door without turning around. trying to keep her face from him, but as she 4as not eaten anything since the day before her step is rather uncertain. and she staggcrs forward as her hand leaves the knob; he springs for ward and catches her arm.
 "Rose Lagrange! Isit possible!' he exclairs. fin Uonsternation.
 "At your service" she rctu'hs trying to speak lightly, but sinking wearily in a chair.
 "Has it come to thism he asks looking arotnd the room.
 "I am not ashamed to york; she says, proudly.
 No, no! not ashamed to! o, but that you should be obliged! Will you tell mo about yourselfand how you came here2"
 Be seated please. lfyou care to hear, I will tell yoe," and she resumes her mending involuntari- ly. "There is not much 10 tell, she begins; she had eeen sewing a button on Harry's pants; some- thing drops out of the pocket and falls on the floor, and as she dis covers hole in the pocket ste empties it in order to mend it. She takes out some twine, marbles, an old key, nails and many other old traps, and at the bottom bit of crumbled dirty paper; she lays them on the table and resumes her story.
 He picks it up mechanically and absently smooths it out. It is a letter sealed and stamped. Sud denly he becomes aware that he is reading the name of"Miss Rose Legrange,' in his own handwriting. He hastily tears it open and reads his own letter to her written over year ago.
 She is surprised at his behavior. SMr. Lawrence, you forget your self," she says.
 twill you be kiad enough to read that letter." he exclaims ex- citedly, Git is evident it never reached you.N
 She takes 1t wonderingly, reads it slowly, then looks inquiringly in to his eager face.
 Do you undcrstand?" he asks, implo ringly.
 "Hardly," she returns; then reads it over; alight seems to break up on her, for the tell-tale color rush es into her face and betrays her.
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