Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-11-24
But Curram had begun to speak.

The light Of the mans noble genius had
flushed his pale cheeks and flashed beauti-
fully in his steel blue eyes. His voice, that
had seemed weak and unsteady as he be-
gan, rang out its bell like tones again as he
saw the sullen faces soften under his match
less power.
"He has made your village blossom by his
love: he has brought smiles to your weary
children's faces; he has planted hope in a
thousand desperate hearts. Do you ask me how
way your heads rest on your broad shoulders.
And will you use your new manhood 10 DO
him injuryf
But the man with the bandaged head had
reached the platform, and at this very mo
ment, when the orator paused to let bis
meaning sink into the hearts OF the people,
he touched Curran on the shoulder and whis-
pered few hurried words in his ear.
The people saw their hero's face blanch.
He turned to the fellow with a look that
would break mans heart and seemed to be
asking him question. As the agitator lis
tened to the reply his knees trembled under
him and he sank into a chair, and still the
messenger of evil bent over him and kept
whispering with poisonous breath into his
ear At last Bales stood back from his vic
tim, who bowed his head upon his hands.
Curran's whole body shook with the violence
Of his passion.
ing else to do Their hero might have died
before them, they would never have thought
to stir from their seats. But he rose at last,
and Bales grinned diabolically behind him.
They would hear another story now.
Friends, you have heard what I said"
He spoke as II great weight was upon him
and his voice came slowly. 81 repeat it, be
patient with your young master; he means
well by you"
But Bales rushed forward and, tearing the
bandages from his head, threw them upon the
platform at his feet Disease had settled In
his bruises and his face was frightfully
swollen and disfgured He might have been
q ghoul or q gnome instead OF human
"Revenge him. men," he screamed, throw
ing ND his arms, "if you have any spirit IN
you. l have just told him-some OF you
knew it-how that boy has stole his wife and
spit on the Laws, as II they were not Tor tne
Il was more like groan than o shout that
went up from the crowd before him, which
only waited q word from the bowed, broken
man they loved, to become q bloodthirsty
mcb. Would he give them that wordi he
long right arm in its grandest gesture, and
the murmur Of the people died down Als
fece was as white as q dead mans, an ashy
white, but his eyes flashed lightning.
"Whose wrong Is it then, this hideous crea-
ture's or ninei will settle my own griev-
8uCoS, i u0ou no AuOu W Aaans HAS' S~
Curran paused q moment. When he began
again It was In q lower tons. BESIDES, the
man Il wrong" his voice trembled like
child's. ~ have no-no." he almost broke
down. ~ have no wife-I any am not well,
must 70 to my bed, but before go want
TO be sure You will make no mistake tonight
or tomorrow" He folded his arms across
his broad chest In o sublime effort OF SELF
control. His blood boiled in mad fever, every
moment was worth q world to him, agonixing
pictures foated before his dimmed vision, but
he would mot stir from his post til! No nnd
conquered this mob. philip Breton has
II he never did another thing for you-he-he
has vet deserved your-your patience. You
win excuse me now, viii SEQ you tomorrow,
but I need rest Can depend on your He did
NOT even look at them; his attitude, as he
waited with downcast eyes, was OF q man
who talks In his sleep.
"Yes-yes," shouted the people, and then
ne turned and stepped off from the platform.
ae came down the aisle very strangely: Al
nfst ne would hurry and notice no one Then
as n oy mighty effort, he would walk very
slowly, then faster again. Then he would stoI
snort and put out his hand to some perfec'
Many. eyes watched him curiously when he
separated from his eager friends at the door
OF the hall and walked rapidly away. II
Curran had turned OFF to the road that led tc
rninp Breton's house on the hill he would
not nave gone far alone, but he did not ever
HOOK tnat way 20 long as the half tanned moi
could see him. And the people scattered In
disappointment 70 their homes
But Curran is no longer walking in his first
direction; he has turned ON his heel and made
~soute for himself across the Helds. His facs