Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-09-12

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manage to wheel himself from his bed
to his reading table by the window.
The quiet, unostentatious benefactions
of the man had made him many friends,
but principally among the poor, who
could do nothing but pray for him in
his Affections. Hannah had kept him
now for three years, giving him the
care of loving and devoted daughter,
He had taken it in the right spirit, for
as he often said, it is rarer virtue to re-
ceive with grace than to give from your
abundance. A peculiar bond had grown
up between them as she cooked and
washed for him, or nursed his ailments
and kept the sunny little parlor where
he lived as neat as wax, replying to all
narrow minded criticism of her behavior
with biting, sarcastic speech.
1t was with immense pride and affec-
ton that Hannah looked at the old man,
whom she reverenced as a being of su-
pernatural endowments. She was not
woman to do things by halves nor to
stint her love and devotion. 1t was her
belief that the old man had brought
her good luck and blessing, for had
she not fourished uncommonly these
three years past? Had not everybody
been kind? Had not the world been
made soft to her in many unexpected
ways, and human love and appreciation
been shown to her as they seldom were
to her rich neighbors? But some of her
hopes had miscarried. Do any Of US
bring all our little dream argosies into
port? Sybil would never make a teacher.
She had been forced to let her learn type
writing and take place in Lawyer Dins-
mores Office.
Sybil was now eighteen and not at all
of her mothers temperament, not at all
a driver with mighty power to turn of
work, with tears and laughter lying
close togetherin her fiery and impetuous
soul; but round and soft and dreamy as
callow birds in the west-the poetic
young girl but half awake to the outer
world and living in realm of her own
thoughts and fancies.
And Dick, too, had been taken from
school and placed in the chemical works
of the town. They were both earning a
little, but it was a pang at Hannah's
heart when she thought that Dick must
be kept from his books. The boy had a
real passion for mathematics, and nights
after her labor, with stocking to mend
on her hand, the mother bent with her
boy over his slate trying vainly to help
him with the knotty problems.
Mr.. Rand had no head for figures. He
acknowledged it with sorrow. 1t was a
singular defect in his constitution that
had led to the wreck of his worldly af-
fairs. AS he said, he could not compre-
hend why two and two should invariably
make four. But the old man had tried
to form Dicks literary taste on the best
models. He had recommended to him,
as entertaining reading of the savoriest
kind. Burtons "Melancholia, Sir Thorn
as Brownies Essay on Burial Urns,S
Moores utopia" and Isaak Walton's
"Gentle Angler" The boy had come near
breaking his mental teeth on these hard
nuts, and had failed to crack any Of
them except Walton. who is meat for
all ages.
Now we must go back to Hannah
where she stood testing the hot iron close
to her brown cheek, there in the little
kitchen where the fresh clothes had be-
gun to drift like snow banks i'll January
filling chairs, baskets and tables with
their daintiness. In a handsome pile
We're Judge Rivers Washington shirts
shining with elbow gloss and the high
splendor of the iron. Hannah had paused
for moment to listen at the old mans
door. The doctor was within, and she
heard the two old fellows laughing to-
gether, and the sound warmed the cookies
of her heart. Presently the doctor came
into the kitchen and closed the door be-
hind him. He was very large man, the
heaviest, it was said, in Little6eld, and
pursy to degree that when he tried to
get through Hannah's small doors he
was obliged to turn edgewise. His tre-
mendous nose, of no particular shape
was matched by great double chin and
heavy, hanging cheeks But above rose
one of the best and soundest of heads, a
noble forehead, with an eye like an
eagles. piercing, dark, terrible or benig
udHt. ~ saw SuIdiSut tilIouku dlA sffstillS
and could shine in tears or laughter, or
chastise witl-a whip of scorpions
The doctors head was immense above
his great, generous ears. and his capa-
cious, shabby hat was set far back upon
it. His clothes were rusty and spotted
with chemicals, and he carried about
with him the odor of the drug shop, as
doctors often do His hands, strange to
say, were small and fine, and seemed al
ways involuntarily lingering weak
pulse. A sixth sense seemed to reside in
those supersensitive hands He came up
to Hannah's ironing table. and little
furtive smile began to curl round her
thin lips and light up her dark face, for
she knew what was coming The doc
tor had slipped dollar greenback under
the ironing stand.
"You know. Hannah" said he. in the
wheedling, coaxing tone he used with
nervous, fidgetty, unreasonable patients,
a couldn't think of taking the old mans
money You must use the fee to buy
him some little comforts Why, Han
nah, it's such privilege to come in and