Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-01-11


that it would not be long before he was
made to answer for his crimes; but he
did not intend to answer for them in
court of law.
He sat in his rooms all day and drank
brandy, and thought-not SO much Of the
past or the future as of the present He
thought of Leoni. whom he loved and to
whom he was honestly married, and OF
Amy, his expectant bride, eagerly wait
ing his coming in the little country town
not hundred miles away. He had not
had the courage to tell Amy, and he had
hoped that something would happen be-
fore the fatal day; but nothing did hap
pen that could help him in any way. His
troubles came thicker ind faster, and he
saw felons cell before him.
"After ALL" he said ra himself, "what
is the use of fighting against fate2 l can
soon end the difficulty, aud why not dc
it?''
Before no put HIS thought into exc
crtion he was seized with wild desire
to see Leoni.
.She is my wife, and l love her-God
must see her once more"
He hurried off to West Tenth street,
but only to find that she was not at
home. Her mother thought she had
gone to see a member Of the corps de
ballet who was suffering from sprained
ankle, and had no idea when she would
return. Signora Celia would not have
AoI LII, oh hod En0ypn
she was indignant that he had neglected
Leoni for SO long after having paid such
serious court to her. John left the house
in very unhappy state of mind; but he
could not bear to tear himself away from
a spot hallowed by its associations with
Leoni He walked up and down on the
opposite side Of the street for an hour,
and Signora Celia, who watched him
from her window was touched by the
hopeless expression of his face. She
was Just going to raise the sash and call
him over to wait for Leoni, when he
turned suddenly and almost ran up the
street. His thoughts were tearing so
wildly through his brain that he hardly
knew what he was doing.
A few moments later he found himself
at the stage door of the Academy of
Music. He stood there while and
watched the groups of chorus singers as
they lounged against the iron railing and
talked over their little troubles. He
thought of Leoni in a confused sort of
way; and then he started off on brisk
walk for his rooms. Antonio was out
gone to eat dish Of spaghetti with a
fellow countryman-and the place was
quiet as the grave, and as lonesome.
John sat down in front of large picture
Of Leoni, and gazed longingly at it; then
he walked over to it and kissed the cold
glass that covered the bright young face.
"Ah. my darling. ie you only knew
what a state of mind your husband is
in you would be here by his side; but,
dear girl, you don't know, and it's just
as well that you don't"
Then he got up AMI went to his bath
room and took a bathe. and dressed him
self in fresh linen, and put on suit OF
clothes that Leoni particularly liked.
Walking up to the long mirror that hung
between the front windows, he looked at
himself from head to heels.
"Not bad looking fellow, as fellows
CO." he said softly to himself; ''it's pity
to kill him. But why not? He's only
cumberer of the earth. You wouldn't
think him such bad fellow to look at
him, but he's rascal born rascal
All, there it is; it was born in him. But
where did it come from? His father was
the most upright of men-his mother"
(his voice embled)-'his mother saint
on earth; yet their son is an outlaw, only
out of Jail because he hasn't been cap
tured. He is an unhappy wretch, and
has made all his friends unhappy, and
he is going to put a fiual touch to their
unhappiness. Yes, it's got to come, John
Hurlstone; there's only one way to cut
this knot"
Saying this, he walked over to his lux
urious dressing table, deliberately opened
an upper drawer. took out silver and
pearl mounted revolver, and, going over
to his writing table. laid it down beside
him.
"Poor Leoni! must write her line
before CO."
lie TOOK up MS pen ana began 10 wrlte'
''Leoni mia. my own darling, my wife,
forgive"-
But he could not write another word,
for his eyes were blinded with tears that
ran down his cheeks and fell in scalding
drops upon the paper.
''This is unmanly," he said, suddenly
springing to his feet. Am "a woman,
that should give way like this?'
Then, crossing over to the window, he
gazed out upon the street How strange
it looked! 1t seemed almost like new
place to him. But no; there was his
landlady's little daughter playing out on
the sidewalk; she looked up and smiled
and he kissed his hand to her The
clerk from the drug store on the corner
walked by. an ordinary, commonplace
young man, but he filed John with a
strange interest, for he was the last man