Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-07-28

position. Our wives and daughters are
thrice more intolerable, unreasonable aristo
crats than we. If she had been guilty Of a
touch of foolish sentiment reaction is GER
tain, and she will only despise the man the
more because of her season Of blindness"
"But supposing the reaction came too
late" suggested Mr. Breton an;Eiously.
"Thcn it better not come at ALL" he con-
tinued "The very character you give her
would make three people perfectly miserable
the man she refuses, the man she InarrieS,
and herself"
Blu. the girl who tnd stood at the gate, In
her slippers, I.d with no covering for her
head but her golden hair fasten.d q low OH her
neck, had hcs.tated but moment She
could not let Curran leave her thus; perhaps
she should Eever see him again, II he went
away withaat one s7ord from her to soften
the Llows she had let sheln give him. Aud
thcn he seemed to lie walking slowly, she
could oyertske him in a moment. The uIl.
even walk hurt her feet, her slippers
werc SO thin, and as she lifted her skirt
to walk faster rude briar tore her soft
aesh, and then hung greedily to her to I'M
-pcdo her steps. She stopped and called his
name. She had hardly murnured it, but it
seemed SC loud spoken and SO tender toned
she bafShed at herself, and dared not speak it
again She might run a few steps, and then
he would hear hcr voice more plainly. But
her dress clung 50 closely ard her excited
breath came SO fast that she gained ON him
very slowly. There was no use, she must
lose him forever out Of her life; he must al
ways think her cruel and unoenerons She
leaned against the fence and sent one more
hopeless cry after him. 1t WIS more a sob
than q cry, a piteous sob, trembling with
gentle, heart broken rcproach Why, she
was sure he must have heard that; she had
never meant to speak SO loud. What could
she say to him when he came back to her
She must try to be very cold and dignifed.
But wasn't he going to turn! Why, her cry
was piercing enough to go mile ON the still
evening air. No, he was further away, he
had not heard her
Then she looked backed, and was fright
ened to see what distance she was away
from home. And as she stood looking, now
at his tall form drawing unco2.-so away
from her, and then at the distant lights of
her horne, the first hint of the desolation
that broods over millions Of hopeless hearts,
came upon her soul Her slippers were torn,
and wet with dew, and each step she took
bruised the tender feet that had never known
nufU OI veal I1eI HedNy VI iihAI
had been shaken from their fastenings, and
hung at full length to her waist She fam
cied herself some lost, friendless Magdalen,
for whom the world, that fawns on the for
tunate and proud, had only taunts and cruel
blows. And were there women who had to
face tho world alone? fight their own battles
with timid hearts2 earn their own right to
breathe, with sinking heartst
"What was that a step, man step coming
toward her?" To her excited imagination ut
that moment her beautiful home and the
elegant life she loved so well seemed things Of
the past.
She gathered her hair into loose coil and
let her dress trail on the walk to cover hcI
feet. The man wore workman's clothes.
She had hoped he might be gentleman.
She tried to keep on the outer edge of the
sidewalk; she would have taken the road if
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