Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-09-22
all these empty golden favors.


that she chafed and bruised the skin
81 might have known God would not deny
him to me, wanted him so rauch. Oh, my
love, my darling, l would have fought for
you, would have starved for YOU 1t would
have been sweet with you, and 1 could rot
wait one year. l might have known it would
come, but could not wait" She drove her
nails into her flesh as she cIasped them in her
anguish. She painted for breath; her rich
silk dress seemed to suGocate her, and the
pcrfumed cir was too heavy and dead; it
seemed to strangle her
''ITe is free; he would have opened his arms
to me. lie may be coming now to ask me to
TO with him He could never have loved
that cold, bloodlcss creature. All, how
could have loved hin. l would have taught
him thata Il woman can love"
She unclasped her hands and let them fall
gently to her side, and her convulsed face
took on 1, new, soft tenderness. II would go
with him." she murmured "a hungry heart
cannot feed on such things as these. Oh, but
he would rot have NE, low creature who
has sold herself; he would not have me. He
would despise me; he would not even look at
EN.
She fol- back in one of the satin covered
chairs she had bought with her husbands
money. and cried and soubed till the salt
fountains cried up. 1t was then, while she
sat silent and fearless, looking at her bruised
wrists and at The wounds her nails had made,
that she heard a familiar, delicate tread in
the hall 1t was as well Mr. Ellingsworth
did not catch the expression on her set, weary
face as his tail form appeared in the doorway.
He seemed to her fancy that moment the
most terrible monster in the world, this ele
CANT fgure of man, whose disposition was
the very essence of refinement, and she
dropped her eyes to the carpet as he came
toward her with his eternal smile.
"All alone, Jennie? Why you have dropped
your chain, here it is on the floor"
ooh, thank you, but she shu6dcred in spite
of herself as he seated himself near her and
warmed her hands fondly between his own
soft, white palms.
my little girl" he began
Yes, shs was his, his and no others, his
every day and hour of her life, for hadn't
he bought her, and what better title was there
than that by purchase! She raised her eyes
and made them rest on his fine, smooth
shaven face She had never noticed before
a certain cold and cruel light in his eyes, as
if he could enjoy keenly the torture of
living soul, or that beside the sensual lines
of his finely chiseled mouth there was
suggestion &C SD exquisite brutality on the
thin lips. She trembled before him.
81 have favor to ask of you" He looked
admiringly at her as he spoke Mr.. Filings
worth never tired of the rich, oriental type
of his wife's beauty. Ii Bertha's mother had
been like her there need never have been any
unpleasant stories in the community on her
score. And Jane was lovelier than ever to-
day, with this peculiar brilliancy in her eyes
and the bright red spot on either dark cheek.
She didn't know how to furnish her parlor
very well, but he had never yet been sorry
he married her. She seemed to understand
SO well how to manage him, never too fond,
always little on her guard, like judicious
artist, who will not let even the most ardent
admirer come tco near his canvas.
at is about Bertha" he continued, not
seeming to notice her start "She has left
that fellow. l haven't troubled you before,
but she has been alone UP u Vineboro for
good many months. thb'k best she should
come home now. 1t will be ii better tasten--
Mr. Ellingsworth rose to his feet at rum
bling noise and stepped to the window. w hen
he came back the color had faded from James
cheeks and her small mouth closed very tight.
Her hands We're trembling violently, but she
had hid them in the folds of her dress, so her
husband could not see her intense excitement
Her heart was beating loudly; her old mad
ness seemed coming upon her again, but this
mans cold smiling face subdued her.
"When is she coming"
Il didn't know but that was the carriage;
well, l suppose she may be here" he glanced
at his gold faced watch, perhaps in an hour
or two.n
The girls lips quivered; she almost broke
into passion of angry words; the hate that
seethed in her heart for that woman was al
most bubbling forth its bitterness. But the
cool assurance on her husbands face, as his
keen, pitiless eyes seemed to search out all
the secrets Of her soul, cowed the woman
She rose and moved, as one in dream, to-
ward the door.
81 must get things ready then" And so
this was what her gentle voiced husband
called asking a favor of her. She did not
love him, but she feared him, now, as she re-
membered her secret. She would obey his
nod as if she were his dog, she would study
the signs on his placid face, He had never
anything but smiles and kind speeches for
her, but she would have sunk into the very
earth at his feet rather than that he should
open his mysterious armory of instruments
of deadly torture for the SOUL
"Well, well, thought she would make
more fuss"
The afternoon sun was well down on his
last stretch when Philip Breton came back
from his factory, and up the street toward
Mr.. Ellingsworth's house. There was some
one with him, man so tall and slight that
the weight of his head, which was quite
large, seemed to bow him. 1t was an old
gentleman, to judge from the wrinkles on
his face, but he had hardly enough hair to
show whether it was gray or only faxen.
"You have done splendidly, my boyI" 1t
was an old acquaintance of Philips, whom
he had used to talk philosophy with at col
lege, one of those benevolent minded gen
tlemen who are so optimistic that they have
to go to boys for sympathy. "Splendidly,"
he repeated, "only why stop just where you
are2 If every mill owner would do in his
mill what you have done, it would bel grand
thing for this world But they won't. Now
you have started beautifully, but there is
too much business to your PLAN"
Philip smiled argumentatively 1t was
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