Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-05-09

Salu Olu u uSS DlOWn.
"No, thank you,' was the reply.
"You haven't banlrupted me, and I'm
not whimpering. Good night to you.
and he strobe away to his tent.
The two winners were very jocular.
They linked arms as they strolled along.
Then Brown thought of the watch and
got away from his companion long
enough to replace it where it belonged,
but he was back again in minute. 1t
was 10 o'clock and the camp was nearly
all asleep. Those who were only doing
as yet were first to hear the low, soft
commencement of asong.
'Thats my daughters voice." Jack
High remarked with proprietary pride.
Other listeners, and especially those
whom the melody awakened from slum-
ber. may have drowsily imagined that it
was supernal but az the singing grew
louder and stronger, and the words of
familiar sentimental song were enunci-
ated, the hearers recalled Deuce Low
and knew that she was the vocalist. 1t
was an agreeable disturbance of the
quiet of the night, and when it ceased
made great outcry of delight. Then.
afraid that the hubbub would keep the
singer silent instead of melting her to
begin again, the men ceased their noise
and waited. The two fathers fDund their
boy and girl still at the tree. Deuce sat
leaning against the trunk as they had
left her, and the moonbeams had not
%r ell Mt n
expression of tranquility had come. An
inefable tenderness had solrened the
pretty lineameuts and all trace OF dlsln-
genuousness was gone. 1t was as though
the woman, which she had hardly be-
come, had sung lullaby to the child,
which she had barely ceased to be, and
so a serenity of repose had settled down
upon the poor little adventures. The
shadow of the tree had shifted with the
higher rise of the moon, leaving Will
Brown out in the light; but he no long
er took care to screen his rapt regard OF
his guest, and this may have been be-
caused he perceived that he was not a
consequential factor in producing her
placid contentment.
"You nor me hain't held as pretty
pair ez them" whispered Jugg, his sexult-
alton over the game asserting itself in
his language.
They'd be winners, sir; winners, y
Jack asserted. vivaciously.
my sons prince" and Jugg's pa
ternal vanity easily hkened his grace
fully posed son to some vaguely remein-
bered hero of line lit theatricals.
"And my daughters a princess, J"
retoIted Jack, adopting the others SPELL
ing out whim of speech rather mock
ingly and with immense emphasis on
that syllable which made the word ex-
elusive to femininity.
The two men were not likely to be
harmonious in eulogium of their Off
spring They were silenced, however,
by the youngsters themselves, who be-
gan to sing together. 1t was ditty
with nonsensical words but captivat-
ing melody, and the night air received
it with all acoustic kindnesss with dis
elimination, too, for it carried the tune
full notes far beyond the reach of the
doggerel rhymes. At the end of the
verse what sounded for an instant like
an echo, but which developed into re-
frain by third singer, came from the
distance. The voice was high and
strong, with Il strenuous JUNCTION seldom
heard elsewhere than at religious camp
meeting, and with the unmistakable
twang of an Afro-American. VIII and
Deuce sang another verse and again the
approaching voice repeated the chorus
with ariose vim. The campers emerged
from their tents and wagons, the senti-
mental loungers at the tree stood up,
their fathers joined the increasing
group and all watched the persons who
were coming into view on mustang
ponies.
One of these was the assertive vocalist,
and she looked more like witch than a
siren as she rode into the throng. She
was negress, with the sooty blackness
of a native African, but without the
usual accompanying ugliness of face.
Half century had not bent her stall
wart form, and as she alighted from the
horse she stood physically commanding
figure, even in Il gathering Of men. A
bright handkerchief turbaned her head
and a gaudy shawl wrapped her shoul-
ders.
Use glad TO see yo'sels, an rs hopin'
my singin' hasn't 'sturbed yo," she said
oratorically. when | heahs music
caint try to hold my gawp-deed Icaint,
Dough singin' haint my perfes'n'ble
'ployment. Use houdoo fortin' teller. =
Her companion was man of 80, with
shaven yellow face, but with none of the
facial characteristics of mulatto. His
garb was that of cowboy He still sat
astride his horse, in silent scrutiny of the
company. and this singular eying Of the
campers would not have passed unno-
ticed if the negress had not been en-
crossing the general attention.
whats your night riding for?" Boss
Donald roughly demanded to know.
"Are you sure you haven't stolen these
horses? l guess you'd better stay with
US till morning, to see if somebody
doesn't come chasing you."
"Chasing us2" and the yellow mans
hrst utterance was quizzical. 1--WE amt