Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-10-20

to the bridal pair, and let a sneet or paper
she had been holding fiutter to the floor in
her chililke enthusiasm Bertha nodded
co!dly; Philip lifted his silk hat, and the car
riage passed out of sight.
Philip was too wise to weary his wife Just
now by showing her all the changes in his
home, which would delight her so much
later He knew by her drooping step, as she
walked along the hail. that she was tired and
would appreciate rest above all things. So
he took her first to her own little sitting
room, which he called her boudoir He had
rather expected little lighting up of her
eyes. perhaps some pretty exclamation of
pleasure Possibly he had made an absurd
artistic blunder. Could it be he had got the
wrong shade of blue after alli She osly
threw Off her bonnet and sat down in the
least inviting of the chairs without seeming
to care to look about her at all.
"You must be tired, Bertha" said Philip
at last, trying to hide the disappointment
that ma!e his heart swell so painfully.
''Won't YOU sit in the easy chair! l am sure
s,u will like it, though perhaps you would
rather lie down.
"Oh 10. am not tired. she said, caro-
lossly, without turning her eyes to look at
him where he STOOD restlessly playing with
the window curtains. He pulled roughly at
them he longed that moment TO ruin the
beauty that had failed to please her He
could rot see where the fault was; the carpet
was as thick and soft h, a bed of violctS, the
hight seemed delicate almost as some perfume,
but Bertha did not seem to care for anything
he had devised for her. She was going tC
speak; if she would only criticise he would
change everything again to win smile Of
approval from her. She might at least un.
derstand how much he had tried to please
her
"Whcre does that door openT'
Il will show YOU if you are not tired" yet
he dreaded to take her in that room, and see
her as cold and Indifferent as she was now.
He felt it would break his heart.
She rose to her feet and looked in curiosity
at him as he took key from his breast
pocket and turned it i'll the lock. is it your
treasure chamber!'
Eyes" he whispered, and threw open the
door, and stood back for her to enter. The
room seemed as pure and white as if a thou
sand angels brooded over it with their snowy
witgs Peace and holy rapture seemed
breathing from the very walls, and the
Young bride felt a new tmidity steal over
her heart She was awed indescribablv in
the temple of love he had made for her. Poor
soul! would there be bat one true worshiper!
Come, she said and she smiled more sweet
" than he had ever seen her. She held her
hand out toward him, as he fingered on the
threshold.
He came and took her hand and then put
his arm about her as she stood in exquisite
pensiveness, struggling to take in the mean
ing of the place. She had cast her eyes down
on the carpet, which seemed like the driven
snow, sparkling with hail drops. The
solemn beauty of her chamber subdued her
ike a child.
You wonld not dare to kiss me here,
Philip she said at last in a voice SO gentle
and thrilling, it seemed to his throbbing
heart as if a new soul had been born within
her. 1T is SO pure and'-
But he drew her unresisting form into his
arms, and kissed her full cool lips again and
again, and she did not stir on his shoulder,
but her great blue eyes look startled ro-
proach at his ardor
There is no place too pure for the kisses
| have for YOU
There never will be an hour in Philip
Brcton's after life, when he shall not look
bacl; to this moment as worth all his agony,
happiness was full. Ans WAC should over
turn it, Why should he n 1t I'D it to his
ever thirsty lips forever, the well spring of
lis love bubbling and sparkling forever
within! Might not the world stand still
awhilet Must it iostle him from his un
wearying rapture, nd push him on and on
into the barren desert of failure which awaits
all mankind at last!
The dinner bell tinkled invitingly, and the
master and mistress of the house came down
together At the door of the dining room
stood the man servant, salver in hand, and
the silk skirts of the lady of the house swept
against him as she passed in. Philip frowned
ilercely at him. for the Usually most well be-
naved and respectful waiter seemed to forget
Ill his duties i'll staring with brazen lmpu-
dcnce in the beautiful face of his masters
wife. Philip grew pale with anger, but
Bertha only gave glance of lofty contempt
at the fellows smooth face and white apron.
"Your servants are NOT well behaved, my
dear Philip"
In a moment more they were alone, and
Philip forgot his wrath in the new picture OF
his wife across his table. His old lonely days
were ended. No more solitary feastings
Bertha was always to brighten his house and
his table for him. The satyr of bronze on
the mantel that had scowled ON his des-
oation, seemed actually smiling now
The portraits around the green tinted
walls had seemed to his imagina-
tion as he had sat down SO many times to his
richly furnished table, like guests at
funeral, or again, as if morosely curious how
d man could violate all the principles of hos
pitality by dining alone Now, he fancied,
they had taken on q more genial, compan
ionable expression. To be sure the sun
poured in through the open blinds in unusual
brightness, but it was the light in Bertha's
blue eyes that changed everything for him
1t was the beginning of his own home. This
woman, who seemed too lovely to be other
than caller for an hour, had come to stay,
to sit with him as she did now, whenever he
breakfasted or dined or supped-always.
The world might heap wrongs and outrage
OH him, his factories might burn and his
wealth dissolve-she whose presence in itself
was a perfect existence to him, had come to
him to stay forever.
Bertha's face was bent over the table