The Dillon tribune., 1886-11-26

he repeated in his old frank, half-mischievons
way tho invitation Of his letter, poor little
Carmen could only hesitate and blush.
A thought struck him and sent the color 70
his face. Your gentleman born is always a.
modest as I. woman. lilo ran down stairs
and Selling the widowed Plodgitt, said
hastily:
"You're just killing yourself hero. Take /"
change Come down to Monterey for day
or two with mo and bring Miss De H;ro with
you for company"
Tho old lady recognized tho situation.
Thatcher was now q u.an of vast (n,ssibili-
tics. In all maternal daughters of Eve there
Is the slightest bit Of the '.har,rone and
match maker It IA tbs, last way of reviving
tho past
She consented and Carmen Do Haro could
not we'll refuse.
Tho ladies' found tho "Dlue Mass mills very
much as Thatcher had previously delivered
It to them, "a tr1tlo rough and man,isll.'
But he matlo over to then, tho one tenement
reserved for himself and slept with his uesn,
or moro likely under the trees. At first Mrs.
Plodgitt missed gas and running water and
these several conveniences Of civilization,
among which fear may bs mentioned sheets
and pillow cases; but tho halsana of the
mountain air soothed her neuralgia and her
temper As for Carmen, sho rioted in tho
unlimited license of her absolute freedom
from conventional restraint and tho indul-
genco of her chilel-like impulses. Sho secured
tho lodges far and wide alone; she dipped
into dark copsos and scrambled over the
sterile patches Of chen,isal, and came back
laden with the spoil W buckeye blossoms,
uanzanita berries and laurel But she would
nos make sketch u tho "Blue Mass conf
panys" mills On . Mercators projection
something that could be afterwards litho-
graphed or chromoed with tho mills turn
ing out tons OF quicksilver through tho ensr-
g1es Of Is happy and picturesque assernhlage
Of ,ninera-evsn to please her padrone, Don
Royal Thatcher. On tho contrary, she mad,
u study % tho ruins Of the crumbletl and de-
oayed reA rock furnace, with tho black
mountain ebove It, and tho light of a dying
camp 1ro shining upon it, and tho dull retl
excavations in the ledge. Dut oven this did
not satisfy her until s},s had made some
alterations. and when si,, ,inally brought h
finished study to DON Royal, she looked ..5
him ltt,. defantlJ. Thatcher admired
honestly, and then criticised little hunlor.
orsly and dishonesty. "But couldn't you,
that rock with the inscription, "Road to the
Bluo Mass company'a new mills to the
right" and combine !.sincss with art? That's
the fault OF you genli.ses Tut what's this
hlanxe:ed figure doing here, lying bctoro tina
tur,,are7 You never s:w ono Of my miners,
there-and a Mexican. too. by his serape.
THAT" Quota Mistre~ Carmen, coolly," was
put in to a!l up the foreground Il wanted
something there t., balance tho picture.
"But," continued Thai her. dropping into un.
conscious admiration agaiu. "it's drawn Ia
tbs life Tell mo, Mis- Do Haro, hcforc l ask
tho aid end counsel OF Mrs. Plodgitt, who is
ny hated rival, anil your lay figure antl
model2' "Oh," said Carmen, with little
sigh, ats only poor ',ncho." "Aml where
is Conchor "a little T. .'mt:cntiy) "Ile's dea.l
Don Royal" "Deac "Of IL verify very
dead-murelered by your country.nen." al
see-ard you know himp HE was 10y
friend"
"Ohi"
"Truly."
"Bu:" (wickedly). "isnt this . ratbe,
CHASTITY Observation-Disclosures Of an illus
trated newsroper-of my propertys'
"Chastly, Don Royal. Loos you, he sleeps.
"Ay" lin Spanish), ''as tho dead"
Carmen crossing herself hastily. "Afte
the fashion ct the deed"
They wero both feeling uncomfortable
Carmen was shivering. But, being a woman
and tactful, she recovered her head FIRST. ~
is study for myself. Don Royal; shall
make you another"
And she slipped away, as she thought. GU
Of the subject and his presence.
But she was mistaken; i'll the evening b
renewed the conversation. Carmen began
| fence. not from cowardice or deceit az til
| masculine reader would readily infer, 5u
from some wonderful feminine instinct the
told her to be cautious. But he got from he
tho fact, to him before unknown, that SIN
was the niece Of his mean antagonist, and, be
ing gentleman, so relloubled his attention
and his courtesy that Mrs. Plodgitt made u
her mind that it was a foregone conclusion,
and seriously reflected as to what sho SHOULD
wear on tho momentous occasion. But tina
night poor Carmen cried herself to sleep, re
solving that she would hereafter cast asid
her wicked unclo for this good-hearte
Americana, yet never once connected her i,
nocent pcnmanship with tho deadly fcud be
tween them. Women-the best of them-ar
strong US to collateral facts, swift of tletlut
ton, but vague as children are to the cxao
statement or recognition OF premises 1t
hardly necessary to say that Carmen ha
| never thOurht of c0nnectinfr anv act IF he,