Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-08-18

me think bit" and the woman rubbed her
head meditatively.
Quick cried Philip, between hope and
fear
"Don't scare me, sir, or can't do nothink."
He moved his feet restlessly on the inlaid
hall floor and he had bowed his head as if
studying the artists design; but it was for
fear he should catch some terrible signif-
canoe in Jane Graves black eyes, He could
hear her dress rustic; he knew she was look
ing at him, waiting for hiln to lift his face;
but he would not have met her eyes at that
moment for all the world.
'Yis, there was a rumblin' team come up,
and l thought l hearn 1nan come to tho
dure and thin go back; but the bell didn't
ring, sir, and didn't make no count on it.
No, sir, heTn't hoarn mi53us moyia' roun'
sense, and knows she be all over the house
before"
The creatures tongue was unloosed and
she kept on talking, but Philip had bounded
up the broad stairs and thrown open the door
of the room he thought was Berthas
In another moment the gas blazed up to
the ceiling and he stood, wild eyed, looking
from side to side as if he thought to find a
heart breaking story written all over the
fixed on the black walnut bureau with it's
long mirror coming down through the cen
ter. On the marble slab at the foot of the
mirror he saw a satin covered handkerchief
case, and pinned upon it a piece of paper.
In three steps he had clutched a little per-
fulned note, with ribbon fastened on it as if
for a signal, delicate bow of white ribbon.
Mr. Elingsworth's name was written on 1t.
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moment as man would hesitate to cut off a
manned and poisoned limb. And it was al
most unconsciously at last that his nervous
fingers tore the note open and let the bit of
white ribbon flutter to the loor. He seemed
to read very slowly and the flush faded from
his face and left it very calm. There could
be nothing very thrilling written there surely
But every line and curve was branded for
ever on his heart.
Il have gone with Curran knew could
not stand your reproaches, but | can only be
happy with the man l love. Society will dis
own me- He is more to me than all
"BERTHA.n
He crushed the bit of paper in his hand,
and looked up to see Jane Graves standing in
the doorway, pale as death. Beside her stood
the red checked chaubermad, speechloss
agaiR, this time with astonishnent to see the
young man make SO free in her mistress
chamber.
"Gone with Curran; oh yes, it is all writ
ten out. Wei, that is joke; a man who
don't wear cuffs, and Bertha loves him!
Why, l never could dress TO suit her. And
he threw himself into chair and burst into
commissions of laughter till the tears came.
"Well, there may be something else,n and
he stepped jauntily up to the bureau again.
"Certainly, a jewel box with my name on
it; oh! to be sure, our engagement ring" He
held it up to catch the sparkle Of the solitaire
diamond. "Yes, yes, very proper and deli
cate spirit | wasn't mistaken in Bertha she
always had "A nice sense of propriety."
He came a little unsteadily toward the
two women. Jane Graves was pale and still
as DEATH with her two little hands pressed
tightly upon her bosom. Philip wondered
;mpatently what was the matter with the
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