Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-11-17

little avail. / can let different sets of hands
relieve each other if it seems necessary, or
build new mills and take in thousand more
hands to share the blessings of jIsUicen
Mr.. Philbrick leaned back in his chair and
great light of benevolence shone in his
face. 1t was pity to disappoint him
"Ihis is an opportunity | have hoped for a
whole lifetime | can show the world that
labor ought not and need not be wretched
an2 famished. 1t is more blindness than
wilful cruelty that delays great reforms. If
can once show the world what justice is
and how it works it will not be long be-
for -
''But, my dear friend" said Philip, drop
pin; his eyes to the floor; ''did l not tell you
it was too late! am not going to sell. You
will have to select some other spot for your
Utopia" The young man spoke bitterly.
Unconscious of his selfishness, he begrudged
the rest of the world the happiness he had
missed.
Then came a moment of intense silence
which was broken at last. not by voice, Lut
by the loud ringing of door. bell 1t rang
SO violently the great, silent house echoed
again. Had the end come then! Philip
leaped to his feet. Wild thoughts of deSper-
ate expedients rushed through his fevresh
brain, but he yet stood like statue when the
study door opened behind him. He tore
open telegram and read aloud:
"Stcamer Salvador delayed till tomorrow
morning at 3"
For a moment be did not take in its mean.
ing Then he caught Philbrick's arm SO
tightly the old gentleman almost cried out.
DO you wanr the mills as you said: You
were not joking, oh, you were not Joking"
Philbrick gaZed at him in astonishment.
Philip seemed in such terrible state of ex-
citement. His pallor was replaced by a
burUing flush, his eyes that had been so dull
,hono r-;+l, ,nnoturcl br;ob+ness nVour
plans will succeed better than mine, and You
can't find such good place as this. You
will take my mills"
''Of course l will, but l thought you
said"-
'sNever mind,n cried the young man,
''never mind what said. Draw the papers
at once, But no, | cannot wait" Philip
turned on his heel as if no earthly power
could detain him moment longer.
'But the papers are all ready" And Mr..
PhiIbrick took bundle of documents from
his breast pocket, and laid them on the table.
"Where shall l sign them-quick" de-
manded Philip.
mo, no, not there, that is my note to you !;
sign here, and here, and here"
II can hardly see; everything darces before
nv eyes Is it all done nowN'
He hardly waited to take the papers Mr..
Philbrick had signed for him. Then, with
out another word, he rushed from the room
ana DOullCleu up UIIe SItliS. Ticcioii' o''AStJ 3
oh, thank God, thank God! He could save
her yet. A castle on Sc Rhine, palace in
Venice; he would find the rarest homes for
her How sweet it would be to hide with
her The awful sense of hourly peril would
lift from his soul.
He pushed open the door of the white
chamber. Bertha had been sleeping. The
tear marks were ON her cheeks that had lost
their beautiful flush. She was SO disap-
pointed, poor girl; and yet she never
guessed
'Wake up, wake up, my darling" She
started from the bed and fell to weeping on
his shoulder.
Il dreamed they were taking me away
from you, Philip" But he dried her tears
with merry kisses.
1--WE are in true yet. The steamer don't
go till 8 tonight"