Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-10-27

picture papers, ana the dregS or the great
cities would revel in its insulting beatty
Poor girl, she was thinking she had right
with him, that her | ONE was in his arms
perhaps dreaming Of a household whose
queen she should be- of pretty, proud faced
boys and blue eyed daughters, who should
sometimes cluster about her knees. She was
living in false world. Her children-God
grant that she may never have them-ah
the law had a bitter name for what their
children would be. He was the wealthiest
men in 100 miles, and he could not give his
children a name. Her children; how he
could love them; but each young face in
turn must mantle with shame. And was
there nothing lie could do for this womarl
She had given herself to him; all his VOWS
were upon him.
s'Beltna" She looked up and smiled on
his stricken face and played on.
He came up behind her She was his yet.
He bent down and kissed her warm white
neck beneath her red gold hair. The law
had not claimed her yet, and all the rites of
religion had made her his wife. One moment
he stood by her side; the next he fell upon Lis
knees and imprisoned the quick flying hands.
He felt he could not bear the music now, it
was wild waltz she was playing; be bowed
his head in her lap.
"Why Philip, are you so tired"
II am weary unto DEATH and his bent
form shook with agony and bafIied love.
Berthas eyes rested calmly on his head for
moment, then glanced at the music sheet on
It's rack; not spark of emotion showed in
their clear depths. The perfect shape of her
mouth was not hurt by one disturbing quiver
Of the rare red lips; they did not curve down
ward i'll gentle tenderness, nor part in sweet
pity. There was not one shade more of color
in her fair cheeks for this trembling heart
broken man whose whole soul seemed dis
solving in love and sacrifice: who would have
suffered a lifetime to save her from the I'M
guessed fate which hovered fearfully above
her gold crowned head
1t was two hours later that Philip saddled
and bridled Joe, the white horse, and set out
for Mrs Ellingsworth's Strangely enough,
as he sat at tea he had remembered the first
malevolent expression in Jane Ellingsworth's
face as his bride and he drove past that very
noon. 1t had changed so quickly to smiles
that he had doubted his eyes, but he trembled
at his memory of it now, and the piece of
paper that had futtered to her feet, what
could it be: Could it be she knew all; that
while he was buying over the lawyer 50 that
he should not use his terrible power, there
might be near at hand an enemy to the death,
who only tOyed moment with her poisoned
arrow to shoot it when it would strike with
deadliest effect? Philip had parted with
Bertha as painfully as if he were leaving her
to die, and as he rode off he looked up and
down the street as if danger lurked in every
shadow.
/ Ought he not to have told her? But what
good! She might enjoy few more days ol
calm The worst could not be worse thar
such torture of fear and hourly dread as he
suffered She trusted him perfectly, and he
believed he could fight best alone. He would
ward off every danger human brain could
foresee, and wealth and strength and inge
nuity oppose, and then, oh Col, and then