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

offending his elegant tastes extremely by
bringing to his house a vulgar, fussy old
woman and her baby whom she, no doubt,
had picked up on the railroad cars Philip
stood nervou3ly tumbling his watch chain,
and waiting for blow to fall on him, he did
not know whence.
II was little baby's hand that caught at
Philips arm, ald he turned to look into its
great star like blue eyes. He had seen that
same marvellous tint in cheets before, and a
cold horror of recognition darted through
his soul lie tried to lift his spellbound eyes,
and they rested instead on thc face of Jane
Ellingsworth, which was lit u, with flend-
ish oxultation as she held the child up to
HIM
'What-uot kiss the baby?" she LAUGHED
gayly. such a pretty baby, too; why it
really has com ,e1ion and eyes like Bertha's."
She did not cease to look at his shrinking
face. But its moath and chin Some
tIing made him look at the baby's features
as she mentioned them, and then be shud-
dered; it was too terrible, ''are more like
somebody else know Her small, flashing
black eyes seemed burning their way to his
very BRAIN. "NAo is it, She bent toward
him so that her hot lips seemed almost to kiss
his ear. "CuTan,' she wb spered. Could
he not tear himself away from ner poisonous
breath! Not so strange, tEough" She let
the baby put its chubby hands into his hair,
though she saw every touch was a thrusS
through the quivering foers of his heart
She fancied he did not understand, he was so
still and silent Not strange that child
should look Ike its-father"
Had the young bridegroom forgotten all
about his wedding and the beautiful woman
up stairs wondering why she was not called'
1t seemed SO, for he sat down, and they foist-
ed the pretty baby on him, and his face wore
a ghastly smile us he looked at it. Once, at
an expression in the little face, he caught it
to his lips, but as suddenly he thrust the
child into the nurses lap and rose to his feet.
What are we waiting forI' His face was
like marble for firmneSs, and it seemed as
dead.
Jane drew him quickly into the hall "You
are not going to marry the mother of
that
''Hush," and her woman's soul quailed at
the look he bent on her. 'If you dare to
whisper a word to Bertha, or show her that
child"--
II thought you would thank me, whis-
pered the false lips. She saw it was all in
vain-her journey to Viueboro. She had fol
lowed Berthas tracks like bloodhound, and
had found her fathcrless child III a strangers
home, learning to forget its high bred mother.
Now surely she must suffer repulse and dis
dain as the poor factory girl had suffered it
in her very wedding dress For the sight
of this baby face would chill the most ardent
love that ever burned in bridegrOom's heart.
But no. This mans love was deeper than the
sentiment and vanity that comaonly makes
the chief part of what is absurdly called pas
sion. Eis faith was SO sublime, shame was
ashamed before it.
Hls face had lighted up at her words. ''Oh
VIII thank you a thou-a thousand times if
you viii send that woman and the child
away"
He had taken her hands, Jane, for Gods
sake do it,"
He would have given her fortune, but
she had sold herself once, and her price was
enough. He could only pray to her in all
ITO BE CoNTINCED.I