Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-08-04

/" If there amt money made, why, nobody
AN find no fault not to get big pay. All /
mean is when money is made, and that's
pretty often, We ought to have some share
in it." ..u -
Don't ga, John, want to ask you"----.
II lnust; I asked out for today,n and the
loor closed after the man For quite while
lftcr his last visitor had gone, Philip sat
With his eyes fixed on the door knob in in
.ense abstraction, Was he eagryf at the
slidacity of the common laborcrl When he
pushed back his chair and rose to his feet,
Ulning bis hands through his hair, he made
1as exclamation: -s ....,,. .s ....,..
"iIow .bhndn But whom he meant.
yhSther luis, class On the laborers, did not
tYreur from Ans TOTE or froIu the bitter smile
81 hs lips. John Grttes would have told in
meclcnt- that the young proprietor meant
- good TO his help. The man had had
thinner Of hope that Philip Breton might
MY be waiting for al opportunity, but this
Interview had dispelled it from his mind.
1t was some little time afterwards that
Philip left his counting room and made his
way up the street He was dressed in SOM
oereSt black, and his silk Eat was subdued
with wide band of Grape. But his dress
vas no more melancholy than his face.
When under pressure of business, one would
1ot have noticed it SO especially, but the in
.,tant he was thrown back upon himself, his
face became as sad and hopeless as the face of
tho most wretched laborer In his mill Tie
was tasting the most bitter dregs in life, he
thought. What soul could be more crushed
than hisl The time was when it would have
been impossible for him to see human crea-
ture suffer without thrill of sympathy. 1t
would have seemed cruel and unnatural
stroke of fortune, which it was for, him to
prevent or cure. But he had learned better,
he thought. Suffering was common to all;
there was no good of trying to patch up this
life or that; the terrible disease was forever
at work Conditions made but little differ
ence; rich and poor, high and low, agonized
together over some form Of broken hope,
some unsatisfied hunger
The chapel door stood open, and he stopped
and looked in. 1t was here Bertha and he
were to have been married. And it would
have been before this-but now. He saw the
place where they would have stood together.
The church was empty and he walked softly
in, as if afraid of disturbing the ghosts of his
dead hopes, who haunted yet. perhaps, the
sacred spot they glorified in all the dreams of
his early manhood He walked wearily up
the echoing aisle and threw himself into a
seat He bowed his head upon the back of
the pew in front of him. Had he no shame
to come to the rescue of his broken heart?
would he grieve forever over woman that
had become another mans wife! She had
called on the laws of the land for her proteG-
ton; he had no right to even think of her
now She was shut away from him forever.
1t had become sin for him now to long for
her, though she had been so nearly has own
wife, There was no place in the world for
minated lovers like him. If she had nut
married that man! How strange that lie had
heard nothing of that marriage; her note had
not mentioned it, and no one had spoken Of
it since, Why, his belief in her purity was so
absolute he had not even thought to question
her marriage, and now it was like a guilty
TO lie CONTINUED.