Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-10-13

you of it when yol have made me the hap
D,o5t man in the world. But we won't wait
III Jano comes back; we will be married to-
morrow"
"OA, no." Hor smile was very beautiful
aid sweet, bua as cod as tie river OF death
Tho day after, then. Say the day aftcr
pea.o
He saw her liDs were forming for "no,"
but he Kissed it away; and another and
another, TIL she broke away from him with
l1u~h.
''Wcn, yes, then; but you will be sorry for
it to tie end of Your lie" Ee made her put
on her hat after tea and they went across the
d-ld5 TO the village cemetery.
He led stirred her By his enthusiasm to an
unwoEtcd pitch, but now she had become
colder than ever, and very silent. 1t seemed
s If she were sorry for what she had prom
i5cd, and PLi.ip was afraid each rnonent
that she would oncn her lips and take it all
back. lie TALKED very eagerly to her all the
way to take UP her mind, telling her al The
plans he had made and how Glcrlously they
seemed to be succeeding. She did not make
much Response to what he said, but he was
onlv too glad that she did not repeat the
words She had met hial with in tie after
noon At last they stood by a massive pillar
OF cr2'it2: not broken to signify an incom-
plcte lie work, hut perfect il symmetry and
finished il outline. Bertha could make out
in the deepening twilight the name Of
"EzeGiel Breton cut deep into the everlast
ing stone.
81 wish nv father had seen things little
differently, and could have laid the founda-
lions of all the mills in Justice and charity.
lie could not see that we are all men together,
and the wants that he had the workmen suf-
fered too. He did what he thought was
RIGHT. as do SO MANY thousand men to-day,
whose every breath means harder burden
for the Door"
"What is the use of considering the poor:
They have no gratitude. And then they are
made differently from us; they have their
place. let them be content with it. Your
father was ricbtn
How cold and hard her voice was, and he
had saao hor so enthusiastic over the wrongs
of the moor
"But they OUGHT to have chance to enjov
n little more of what thcy earn, there are so
many of thcm.n Brt she made no answer,
and Philips heart sanl; with the conviction
that he must carry out his great work as he
had be~-l1n if alone He had co11Dted on her
syinDafhy. he had felt sure of il. and he was
50 lonely on,ong the Grand ideas he had
Summoned into his soul, but pcrhaDs it was
not best for him man never knows.
1t was u1ire dark when he bade Bertha
good ni-ht at her gate He had kept her
baud for moment after she would have
gone, il the thrilling Indulgence of the sense
of possession His heart was very full, his
hope was almost bloS-o;ning into reality; at
last when it had seemed bhghted once into
despair Only two more days, and all the
storms that might rage could never separate
them, Lat must only make her dear white
arms cling the clo-ar 10 him. Why had she
not said tomorrow it was almost too
uuch too hope that Cod would hold back all
his thunGcrEolt5 and all the myriad mesSen-
gers Of evil for two days. The wonderful
fate that had brou~ht her back as from death
to him, that had saved lsr so STRANGELY from
another meeting with the man whose voice
would melt her viii, and madden her brain a
second tinc made Kim the more afraid move
The tide might turn, perhaps tomorrow,
perhaps tonight, and carry his darling out
to sea, away from harm once more and for
ever.
But how cold and firm her hand was. All,
how glad he would have been for one little
trer.or in it.
"Bcrtha9n he said almost piteously, "have
you nothing else for mo tonight"
81 think it is all you should ask if I don't
take back my promisan Then she seemed to
be musing for an instant. 81 am sorry you
like me so much. What is there about me"--
II W are the mighty fallen" 1t was Mr..
Ellingsworth's voice, as that gentleman saun-
tered toward the two young people.
"Thero is something in this newspaper l
have marked for you One OF our old friends
has found his level at last-must you go this
minute? Well, good NIGHT"
1t was a long time before Philip could get
to sleep that night in his great quiet house
There We're SO many tender thoughts and
memories, now coming out in clear relief in
his brain, now grouped with others, and
again lost in a ' 2Guo sense of delight. He
remembered Bortha's attitudes and her
movements; he imagined how much
she had said, and he blessed her that
she mad yLelded TO ms prayers "hen he SO
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