Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-03-03

WILL A nice Rlrl was AAAAI DIlhu auu Auy ono
friend and confdante, but perhaps too fond
Of laughing at everything, although that
showed she was happy and had keen sense
of humor and fine set of teeth.
! Well, perhaps was a trife paler, was my
second conclusion after the first five minutes,
and with tinge of redness-a mere tinge-
about the nose, just as if I was breeding
cold, as Bridget put it. And this was not
remarkable, considering last nights expert
ences, and sure enough the cold was bred be-
fore my early dinner hour, when the sneez-
! ing stage had set in with considerable force.
| This reminded me once more of the umbrella
which had been dropped into the area last
night. and asked Bridget to bring it to me.
1.-THE what, m'mr' asked Bridget, with
a wild stare.
"The umbrella"
s.Umbereller, and down our airy, did ye
say, m'ms There's not a scrap Of umbereller
down our airy. been in and out twenty
toimes, and must have seen it," continued
Bridget
bridget, there must be an umbrella"
said; "go and see."
Bridget departed, and returned with the
| information that there was no umbrella in
the area, and then went and looked for my
self and, as it was still drizzling with rain,
caught another cold on top Of the first one,
and was at fever heat ere twenty-four hours
had ensued But before then the gentleman
had called for his property, and had met
face to face the individual who had rendered
last night hideous.
He came at in the afternoon, sending In
his card by way Of preliminary announce
ment that he had arrived. did not associ
ate him with the umbrella-indeed / waa
feeling drowsy and tout of sorts, !" with pain,
at the back Of my head, when huge glazed
card was presented to me bearing the in
scription in large, fancy letters, Of "Geoffry
Bird, carver aud glider and picture frame
maker 967 Goswell road, Islington, N"
~ don't want any picture frames, Sarah, ,
said to my small help, wearily.
'Its the gentleman about his umbrella
num-" said Sarah.
"Good heavens! Oh, indeed. Well. ash
him to stop in, then"
My sitting room was a small apartment al
the end of the long passage, the only little
room had to myself and my day dreams
! yes, my day dreams!-when the house was
full, which it had been all these years, fol
they were the same dodgers who had lived
with us in fathers time-odd, inconsiderate,
| queer tempered dodgers enough, but faithful
to my house, and keeping an old promise tc
my father, too, Ito stand by the little woman
bit when he was gone"
Mr.. Bird was ushered into my presence,
and he came in with a low bow and with q
trife too much OF a smile to wholly pleas
me, although it suggested itself to me some.
what quantity that he would not have much
to smile at presently. Mr.. Bird was slim
and somewhat short young man, who wore
his black hair long enough for violinist,
and had upon the smallest Of hands the red
dest and most prominent of knucklea BE
was rather good looking young man, with
brown eyes and black bushy eyebrows, and
with a habit Of shaking his head suddenly,
as if to get the hair back from his forehead.
or as if he had Just como out Of water. He
was fairly well dressed, might have passed
even for a gentleman if il had not been for
his red knuckles and that very obtrusive
smile.
"Good afternoon, Miss Neild-for under
stand your name is Neild," he beg ~ am
very sorry for the third time in my life to be
such q complete nuisance to you. But
think am in the right this time, being here
by invitation"
sonable hour, remember" I replied,
| ''but''-
And owe you no end Of apologies" he
added, "for the noise I made last night ]
was in too much of hurry-I am naturally
impulsive, in fact-and when the wind
! caught my umbrella and blew it clean out OF
my hands into your area my first impulse
was to run up the steps and knock"
"Yes, heard you knock" / said, quietly.
"No, I'm sure you didn't," he said, fatty
contradicting me here "you couldn't have
heard me the first time, for waited a reason
able period before knocked again 1t was
Q tremendous while to wait with a fellow
drenched to the skin all the time. By George,
| was never out In such rain. I shall catch
nice cold, I am afraid You have bad
cold, young ladyw
| ~ caught cold last night"
"Not-not at that windowf'
| AYES, at that window"
"Oh, come, ! am awfully sorry for that,
Mr.. Bird cried; II didn't think Of that ]
thought some gentleman, or servant, or por.
ter might be up. for there was light burn
ing over the hall door, and it wouldn't be @
great deal Of trouble and save my getting
wet through. Why, would much rather
have lost my umbrella altogether than have
given you cold, although it's an umbrella
which would not take EGO for-no, nor ESQ
either"
as it very valuable umbrellaF'
"Oh, no, not at all; but, as you know now,
it's my best umbrella in every sense Of the
word, " he said laughing, my very best UNI
brella, don't you seer e., i ),
But did mot see: neither the application
nor the umbrella was apparent to me, and
my heart quite sank at the news which had
to impart to him. The man was so enwrapped
in his umbrella-speaking figuratively-that
felt it was necessary to break the news
gently. a-...t .4...t+.. .
"I'm sorry to say don't see," replied,
"for the fact is''- -H..rs
Yes, he was impulsive, and dashed to con-
clusions; and the smile did leave his face as
suddenly and completely as if somebody had
pulled it away by string, and settled look
of horror, and for an instant open mouthed
idiocy, took its place. 4.
"The fact is" he repeated, very slowly al
last; ''go on, please"
THAT there was no umbrella down our