Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-08-29

thanked him, with some gentle con-
fusion at her apparent oversight Of the
child. He was not invited TO enter, but
over the lady's head he caught glimpse
Of Glen, and was not slow to interpret
her quick indignant glance at her little
sister in such resting place. He had
seen that impatient brightness in her
eyes before, and he went back to spend Q
restless night in the old ballroom, which
some whim had led him to choose as his
own and his wounded comrades sleep
ing apartment. He was beginning to
curse himself for the fancy Averitable
spirit Of unrest paraded the ghostly old
room. When the lights were extin-
guished, and the sick man lay quietly
sleeping beside him, knocking bird. IN
the syringa hedge just. below the open
windows, filed the night with melody,
and in the pauses Of his song the plain
tive cry of the whip-poor4will echoed
across the wide lawn. 49,.
The air was filed with the sweet night
scents Of languishing spring flowers, and
the captain, tossing on his couch, peo-
Piled the room with half waking fancies.
Once more the floor rang to the tread Of
dancing feet, and as the music throbbed
his own arms encircled slender shape;
or, in that allowed window filed with
shadows, while the moon hung low in
a tender sky. his clinging lips found
hers. In his dreams he shook with the
sweet agony of the caress--and the next
morning he laughed mockingly at its
recollection as he made his toilet.
''Surely this languid air and this idle
life have fred my blood" he said,
stretching himself. II mo- longer won
der at southern sentiment. / need ten
mile march through Virginia pipe clay,
under a pouring sky. to shape me up
again. If my orders don't come this
week shall be a proper subject for irons
and court martial"
And at the same early hour Glen was
in the hall beneath him, engaged in her
morning tasks of sweeping and busting,
with Missy, elevated on one of the ta-
bles, gravely watching her.
missy" said Glen, suddenly throw
ing down her brush and putting her
arms about the child, "do you know
what mother says? that you must
never, never go into the soldiers rooms
again. Do you understand me? Do you
know that they are bad, wicked men,
Missy; that they have taken everything
away from US, and that they are keep
ing Brother Frank away from home, and
poor mother breaking her heart about
him? And Missy" G)en's face darkened
as she lifted the child in her strong
young arms and hefd 2seK up to the
draped portrait above them, '.don't you
know that they killed Uncle Matt, our
dear fathers youngest brotherr Glen
waited to watch the effect Of this last
statement, but it was certainly not what
she expected. Missy had evidently heard
the story before, and in her eyes it had
lost some of its tragic features. There
was actually a judicial severity in her
face as Glen put her down.
mo, they didn't. Glen: indeed they
didn't" she declared.
"What do yon mean, Missy"
because / asked him." the child said
tgiumphantly. II brought him in here
one day when you were away, and I
said, Did you-kill-my poor, dear un-
cleY" Her exact imitation of her sis
ter's tones gave the girl sobbing. hys-
terical desire to laugh.
"And what did he say"
"He said"-missy's eyes grew solemn
as she raised her right hand and repeated
in whisper" God knows I did not,
my dear little oner"
And Glen, suddenly bending down,
kissed the innocent face that had grown
so awed at the recollection Of that oath.
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