Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-08-11

in tho little Office that hushcd their eager
speech, and they only ducked their heads in
awkward acSnowled dSment and followed the
maid out.
"Did you suppose said Nj. Breton in
cali:ier tore as he left tho window aad took
his chair by the long table, that was 60
ing to let you pay for t1oso fire escapes? TO.
q penny, my dear boy, but you can have TIC
credit of it, discrcd;t l SHOULD cal it." He
opened the drawer and drew out sheet OF
business paper.
"Tho Breton Mills" was printed at the top.
IIo dipped his pen in the iak and wrote in the
date. --.- =-----.
Then he wrote the address, rs follows:
"John T. GiddinSs, Esl., Attorney nt Law,
42 Loriny street, 1oc,.ogt,n a
4 ,sT,ieaso sit .osFa, P.,l. Fem rot srxc., n
the habit OF taii,in,s Of my business t. e1y-
body, bat presume it Is your right know
this" ltr. Breton laid down his pen ard
claspcd his hands behind his bacl; 81 want
to make this mil four times its present sizo;
haven't tho money, but othe- ,ael have.
am going to take tAogc otae- Inel il wi.:l
me, and thea turn TIC whole thing into cor
poration. GidGmTs il managing it for me-"
Philips face fell. A corporation! Then
ell his thoughts Of some day letting c Little
light into the lives of the villagers, so far
always in the shadow, his dreams which Lad
lent a new dignity to his life, were all for
nothing. A souless corporation, with no
body to blame for an act Of injustice! How
it would rivet the shackles of the poor past
any power of his hands to loose them
"What is the trouble, my boy?" smiled his
father, in his superior wisdom. "Ono would
think you wanted the tough job have had, ,,
z 60 t,NN, tr1, ,nh q
man; why, l thought l was doing you kind
ness. A man thinks, at first, he is strong,
that he won't care for the murmurs and the
threatenings of his help, but he GETS tired.
The amount of power, almost like Gods, Phi
lip said Mr.. Breton excitedly, "almost like
Gods, which big fortune gives n man, is
too much, too much" lie came around the
table, and put his hand on his sons shoulder.
THE people are poor and unhappy; we can't
shut our eyes to it. Don't we al wondcr,"
he went on in this new, strange raood Philip
was fairly startled at, "don't we al! wonder
what life is worth to them that they are SO
hungry for tho bread that keeps the breath il
theme And they all blame the men who own
tho mills; they think it is our hardness and
injustice. A man may know he is ell right.
that rich men have slways done as be is
doing, that the few always have the best Of
everything, and seem to deprive the masses
of their rights But it wears on man; he
wants to get behind somebody or something
occasionally"
The little Office clock ticiied on restlessly,
for another week, and Philip had come to
feel that to be in love may be the most ter
rible misfortune of a mans life. His pride
had not let him call again on Bertha for days
Is Il. c.Nf hot Ft.N ri hnHn
whose dawn was new, pitiless reminder OF
his quenchless passion that met only insult.
It was insult, as he felt 1t, for a lover has
sensibilities painfully acute, and can detect
! the slightest change in q wonan'S relations
| with him, by signs too subtle for unstlmu-
| lated observation. A hairs breadth varia-
| tion in tone makes mysterious revelations,
| sweet or bitter to him; q shade OF expression
| in the beautiful blue eyes, has meaning
| clearer than words, to thrill him with hope,
or plunge him into despair. And in those
! days, too, he found time to remember how
unloverlike Bertha had always been to him,
and the many times she had met his ardor
with coldness, with all tho instances o. hard
ness and neglect she had metcd out to his de-
votion, rose uD in his mind Ike hideous sins
that will not be forgot. How he had fooled
himself, and yet he had been SO happy in his
delusion.
There cane light tap at the door. He
closed tho drawers and turned about in his
chair in time to sec Mary, tho maid, enter
with O letter for him. lie glanced at the
writing, and then was so angry at the sweet
glow about his heart that he tossed the letter
carclcssly on the table
The maid had fingered with wonan's un-
wearying taste for sentiment; but now she
slammed the door on hin: and went bridllng
down tho hall in high dudGeon.
"IIo's pretty beau, he is," she rluttered;
''if was that girl of his I'd tecch him to
treat my love letters that way"
Eut tho maid cid not see, for thc door was
shut, what might havc better suited her iIccs
OF prooricty. IIcr young master had torn
open tie envelope and read tac tArco lines Of
tho letter before Mary lad finished her dis
gus.cd so!iloquy. Then he reread it do=ca
times and behaved generally in ns foolish a
fashion as tho most cxactinG sweetheart con d
have desired. But there were only three
lines.
~ have not deserved it, do not deserve
it; but will you cali before tonight
"DERrlA."
But wherc was his sullcn determination
never to SEQ her aSaini Had he forcsttea 50
! soon that she had never loved him! Eut Ec
remembered that moment thct tomorrow
was the day she had promised to let him talk
Of marriage to her. There was o new flush
ON his face, which any woman might have
thought handsome now, and q new bright
light in his eyes. Why, it was near o'clock
now. And he rosc to 60 out
"Bah!' 1t was his father who opened tho
door and came in, tearing a scrap of paper
between his fat fingers.
But Philip thrust his letter into his inside
pocket, and then made sure it was safe, as if
it were precious ticket of admission.
"My dear Phil, if there over was man fool
enough to try and give tho poor what they
want. they would lead him the widest kind
of q wild goose chase, can tell you. You'll
see yet was right about those fire escapes.
Since they have got those the help arc claInor
| Inr Tor So.cethInr new every daY. rhcY do