Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-07-14

which bore the lines of interrupted media
ton. Then he bowed slightly to Philip.
"And you don't recollcct me, | suppose
smiled Bertha.
II am not so stupid" he said, letting hi
steel blue eyes rest adniringly upon Lor
"We are going to Lockout, too. You rnusc
get in with US
mo, l won't crowd you; doc't move
And he turned Il little away from them % il
to continue his walk.
Certainly you nust!" said Bertha; ''see, !
have whole scat to myself and it is so stupid
Please"
And Curran took the scat she offered him,
holding back her wraps till he was seatcd,
and then releasing tl1orn.
"Do you tnink shall ever learn to weave
cotton clotlz" asked Philip, TO call bis atten-
ton to their days worl, together.
II presume SO, If you really mean to. But
it is lucky. you haven't 60: your board to pay
meanwhile"
But Curran did not smile, and was very III
at case He seemed to be lifted, body and
soul, into the very life he was accustomed to
rebuke The beautiful horses of the rich
wepo harnessed today to his pleasure with
| their gold plate trimmings. What right had
he here? lie said nothing of it, but felt intense
| II the falseness of his position. The delicate
springs hurt him, and every sign Of lavish
wealth in the dress Of his companions. He
wanted no interests with the rich; his life
work must be against them; he desired no
association with luxurious manner of life
which he ought to upbraid. There must not
be one chain of gold to unite hun with the
wealthy class in whom he saw the enemies Of
the people
! t,,@ bo +al-, Il ali irbf in \, 10
mans presence, a new delight, such as the
women of the poor had never given him
| And was not she the very essence of luxury
and refnement2 He hated himself for it, but
for all he tried to look elsewhere he kept see
ing the sparkle of the diamonds on the
whitest hand he had ever seen. He enjoyed
the lilies Of the valley set in mosaic at her
throat, which showed its creamy white
against the delicate rufles, and the comb
with its band Of Roman gold almost the
shade of the ripping hair it restrained But
were not these the very extravagances the
poor bad to struggle to earn for hers He
| ought to pe Illuminating withering sentences
for such as she.
~ will get out at the rocks and walk the
rest of the way said Curran at last, as they
could catch glimpse of Lookout in the Iis-
tance 1.-The workmen | want to tax to
would hardly understand my coming with a
carriage and pair"
The 'sroclls" came but mile from Lock-
! out and the horses trotted so well that the
! spot was reached in q few moments more The
road at this point had been cut through a
side hill of sandstone by dint of great blast
ing and the jagged edges jutted out angrily
at the passers by.
''There must be a wonderful landscape on
the other side of the rocks" said Bertha, as
Philip stopped his horses for Curran to
alight "Have you plenty of times" she
asked, before the workman could express his
thanks.
IAN hour to spare"
She looked wistfully at the cnvious rocks
that shut them in and then at Curran's
grave face
Il would so like to see that view from the
top of the rocks if had some one to help
men
Curran's face suddenly flushed with
pleasure. II should like to help you"
In minute more Bertha was climbing the
rocks with her strange escort, and Philip sat
holding his horses quite little distance back.
"You didn't talk very much during our
drive" said Bertha, as she stood with her
1t so wicked of us to be richF'
He shot sudden deprecating look at her.
Don't force me SO far. l cannot say it
nown
Bertha smiled "Then leave me out of it;
say Ptirp instead"
''Ee is enjoying the fruits of terrible injus-
ticen
But would his father have been rich un-
less he had deserved it:n asked Bertha
SIS it just reward of merit then, that a
thousand human creatures should well nigh
starve, and he be rich! If he has deserved to
be rich, you must say they have merited star
vation.n
The girl liked to hear his earnest, thrilling
tones, and watch his eyes flash and his nos
trils dilate with such rare passion.
rs it just he went on, "that no matter
how unweariediy a laborer works, his idle
neighbor, US surely as the sun sets, should
lay intolerable tribute on his profits SO that
he must stay forever poor: Is days work
worth nothings Then why does it bring in
some capitalist thousands of dollars for
stroke of his pen"
Bertha understood but little of what he
was saying, but she could look intently at
him with wide open blue eyes, which had a
pretty trick of changing expression as if in
closest sympathy with a speaker. Curran
felt no one had half listened to him before,
that at last every word told, and he was
strangely excited by the sweet mystery Of
their common inspiration.
Great wealth is made up of 10000 trick
ling streams, drained from the paltrys earn
ings of as many defrauded workmen. Mere
cunning schenling ought not enable man to
turn aside the great river Of plenty, which
flows for all men, Why these shrewd busi.
ness men, whom so many praise have so in
geniously placed their chains Oh, the lahorer,
that the harder he struggles to escape from
poverty, he only turns the faster the wheel
that grinds out fortunes for his masters, and
draws him in at last to be crushed"
He hesitated for her to ask him some ques-
tions, and perhaps it was already as plain to
her as to him. At any rate, she only looked
off to the west where the glow of sunset was
fast fading, and then back into his face re-
gretfully.
II suppose we ought to go down." she said
"Why, yes, had forgotten whether it was
| nioht or day