Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-12-01
But Curron had begun to speak.

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The light of the mans noble genius had
flushed bis 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 tomas again as he
saw the sullen faces soften under his match
less power,
0He 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 ms now
knowi / see it in your eyes. see IL IN the
way your heads rest on your broad shoulders
And will you use your new manhood TO DO
him injuryr
But the man with the bandaged head had
reached the platform, and at this very mo
ment, when the orator paused to let his
meaning sink into the hearts of the people,
he touched Curran on the shoulder and whls-
pered a few hurried words in his ear
The people saw their heros face blanch.
He turned to the fellow with look that
would break a 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 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.
Currans whole body shook with the violence
Of his passion.
The inert people waited They knew moth.
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 l said"
He spoke as if great weight was upon him
and his voice came slowly. 81 repeat 1t, 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 frighttully
swollen and disfigured He might have been
a ghoul or a gnome instead OF human
being.
ing up his arms, "if you have any spirit In
you. have just told him-some OF you
knew it-how that boy has stole his wife and
spit on the laws, as il they were not for the
rich like him."
went up from the crowd before him, wnlcn
only waited q word from the bowed, broken
man they loved, to become a bloodthirsty
mob. Would he give them that words he
had leaped to his feet and thrown out his
long right arm in its grandest gesture, ana
the murmur Of the people died down. his ms
face was as white as dead mans, an ashy
white, but his eyes flashed lightning.
"Whose wrong is it then, this hideous crea-
ture's or minei will settle my own griev-
ances, ] need no mob to right me-" Ihen
Curran paused q moment. When he began
again 1t was in q lower tone. "Bessdes, the
man is wrong" his voice trembled like
child's. "I have no-no." he almost broke
down, II have no wife-I AMI am not well,
must 60 to my bed, but before go want
TO be sure you viii make no mistake tonight
or Tomorrow He folded his arms across
his broad chest in a sublime effort OF self
control His blood boiled in mad fever, every
moment was worth Q world to him, agonixng
pictures fioated before his dimmed vision, but
he would not stir from his post till he had
conquered this mob. "Philip Breton has
shown himself fair TO you, be fair with nun.
II he never did another thing for you-heCChe
has yet deserved. your-your patience. You
wiii excuss me now, I will see you tomorrow,
but nseA rest Can depend on your He did
mot even look at them; his attitude, as he
waited with downcast eyes, was OF man
who talks in his sleep.
"Yes-yes," shouted the people, and then
he turned and stepped OF from the platform.
He came down the aisle very strangely. Al
nrst he would hurry and notice no one: Then,
a. II by a mighty effort, he would walk very
slowly, then faster again. Then he would STOP
short and put out his hand to some perfec'
Many eyes watched him curiously when he
OF the hall and walked rapidly away. Ii
Surran had turned off to the road that led &c
Fniiip Breton's house on the hill he woulo
not have gone fa- alone, but he did not ever
looK that way so long as the half tanned moi
could see him. And the people scattered II
diSappointment 10 their homes.
But Curran-is no longer walking in his hrs
direction he has turned ON his heel and madt
@roote foE himself across the fields. His fac'