Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-09-08

eff there amt money made, why, nobody
eau find no fault not to get big pay. All
mean is when money is made, and that's
pretty often, we ought to have some share
in it."
Don't 60, John, want to ask you"-
II must; l asked out for today" and the
door closed after the man. For quite while
after his last visitor had gone, Philip sat
with his eyes fixed on the door knob in in
tense abstraction. Was he angry at the
audacity Of the common laborer9 When he
pushed back his chair and rose to his feet,
running his hands through his hair, he made
one exclamation:
"How blind" But whom he meant,
whether his class or the laborers, did not
appear from his tone or from the bitter smile
on his lips. John Graves would have told in
a moment that the young proprietor meant
40 good to his help. The man had had q
thinner of hope that Philip Breton might
only be waiting for an opportunity, but this
interview had dispelled it from his mind.
1t was some little time afterwards that
Philip left his counting room and made his
way up the street. He was dressed in SOM
5erest black, and his silk hat was subdued
with a wide band of Grape. But his dress
was no more melancholy than his face.
When under pressure Of business one would
lot have noticed it SO especially, but the in
slant he was thrown back upon himself, his
face became as sad and hopeless as the face of
The most wretched laborer in his mill. He
was tasting the most bitter dregs in life, he
thought What soul could be more crushed
than his? The time was when it would have
been impossible for him to see human crea-
ture suffer without thrill Of sympathy It
would have seemed a cruel and unnatural
stroke Of fortune, which it was for him to
prevent or cure. But he had learned better,
he thought Suffering was common to all;
there was no good of trying to patch up this
life or that; the terrible disease was forever
at work Conditions made but little differ
ence; rich and poor, high and low, agoniZed
together over some form Of broken hope,
some unsatisfed hunger.
The chapel door stood open, and he stopped
and looked in. 1t was here Bertha and he
were to have been married And it would
have been before this-but now. He saw the
place where they would have stood together.
The church was empty and he walked softly
in, as if afraid of disturbing the ghosts Of his
dead hopes, who haunted yet, perhaps, the
sacred spot they glorified in all the dreams OK
his early manhood. He walked wearily up
the echoing aisle and threw himself into a
seat He bowed his head upon the back of
the pew in front of him. Had he no shame
to come to the rescue of his broken hearth
would he grieve forever over woman that
had become another mans wife! She had
called on the laws of the land for her protec-
ton; he had no right to even think of her
now. She was shut away from him forever.
It had become sin for him now to long for
her, though she had been SO nearly his own
wife There was no place in the world for
minated lovers like him. If she had not
married that man! How strange that he had
heard nothing of that marriage; her note had
not mentioned it, and no one had spoken Of
it since Why, his belief in her purity was so
absolute he had net even thought to question
her marriage, and now it was like guilty