Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-11-08

her husband with her bright eyes full Of
tears.
Jack" she said, coaxingly, whe:i she
had told him all, would you mind very
much letting her have our room?"
"Mind," exclaimed Jack. 81 feel as
if we'd been trying to cheat the old lady
out of her rights. What's two days
occupancy in face of fifty years claim?
OF course she shall have it; get her right
in here. I'll help if you like. Only,
Dot, take warning! Don't you 60 to cut
ting any such capers fifty years hence,
when Pm-elsewhere."
For all answer Dot bestowed upon him
hug that might have insured his being
elsewhere pretty speedily had her mus-
Gle only equaled her good will, and went
back to the opposite room. Marcia was
watching her charge with solemn eyes.
''I think we'd best get a doctor to her,
ma'am. It's my belief she's had stroke.
She acted dreadful helpless when l was
putin her to bed; an jest see here!"
And the girl gently lifted one of the cold,
quiet hands. 1t lay Imply in hers, and
fell heavily down again as she relin-
pushed it. The patient face had be-
come more pinched and pale even in the
few moments of Dots absence, but the
eyes met hers expectantly as she came
to the bedside.
"Forty-fve is all ready for you now,"
said the little bride, land my Jack will
carry YOU over. 1t was mistake our
having it; this is our ROOM"
care ye sure, dear?" What light
came into the dim eyes! 81 thought there
must ha' been a mistake somehow.
Where's Isick?'
''You must let us take care of you a
little while. Isaac isn't here now, but
think-he'll come-before very long,"
How the sweet young voice trembled!
"Oh, yes, he'll come. He's only gone
to get me posy. l think III 60 to my
own room now, if you please, dear
To her own room she went, carried in
Jack Hazards strong arms. They had
turned the gas down low, and placed the
little hair trunk where her eyes could
most easily rest upon it. She noted all
with happy face, and then closed her
eyes and lay quite still and quiet.
The doctor, when he came, ratified
Marcias verdict. "She has had one
shock, and may very likely have an
other. If she has any relatives they had
better be sent for"
Her relatives is all needles in hay
stacks" put in Marcia, tersely, IAN
there's no sharps among 'em, neither,
I'll be bound, or they wouldn't ha' let
the poor old creatur' run this rig! /
guess you'd as good call me relative.
I'll take care CT her tonight, anyhow;
Nancy'll take my place"
"What name did she enter in the
book:' queried the doctor, gravely,
though his eyes twinkled.
''Bookl' repeated !aescia, scornfully.
"There amt no maize entered her head
but 'Isick,' let alone enterin' the book"
The doctor turned little more decid.
edly toward Mrs. Hazard.
Have you made any search?' he be-
gan; but again Marcia cut him short:
"Search? Good Peter, yes, searched
everything. There amt no name about
her without it's tattooed on her some
where's. There's just ticket with Bill
bury ont, an those brass nail letters on
her trunk
The doctor directed his scrutiny to the
article indicated. Fifty years of quiet
attic repose and moths had noticeably
thinned the hair of the quaint receptacle.
1t was bald, so to.speak. But the three
big letters, picked out in brass headed
nails upon its cover, cleaned defiance to
time under the slender gas jet.
81. N. f."
"rs fer Isick; know that much" said
Marcia, decidedly. "That names BEN
well drummed inter my head. But what
N. f. standt fer without it's New Found
land-beats my powers"
IN is for Newton, probably" said the
doctor. "lsaac Newton. But that doesn't
tell much. Well, must go. I'll call again
in the morning, madam" he added,
bowling to the pretty bride, with evident
appreciation. THE patients in good
hands, see." And with different but
not unapprecia.ive nod to Marcia, he
quilted the room.
Marcias eyes followed him admiringly.
at takes a medical man, or lawyer,
don't it," she said. II never once thought
of Isick Newton-fer all I've read about
him, too. He was the feller that found
out things tumbled if you let go on 'em.
Well, t'other Isick's found it out, too, by
this time. l shouldn't wonder. His
plans tumbled bad. He'd better ha'
held on. However. he didn't, an I've
got Mrs. Isick ter see to. It's queer
world! You'd best go to bed, yourself,
ma'am."
Mr.. Poole, the Bilbury station master,
pacing his lonely platform at an early
hour next morning, found his stroll sud-
denly arrested by the peremptory sum-
mons of the telegraph.
kilograms formed the brightest spots
in Mr.. Poole's official career. He hast
ened with alacrity to his post, straight
ened the paper ribbon and opened the
I,o, mo y,,acoo .,a cl;clyal itcalf off and