Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-07-04

Although the judge was busy in
thought he could not help it that his
mind, separate and apart from the work
in hand, dwelt upon the likelihood of his
succeeding in the ambition Of his life.
Friends had written him, his thought
had told him that he had but to accept
and the nomination would be his. The
governorship-was not that an honor of
which any man might be proud?
The light from the argand burner
spread halo around his brow. Rows
of book cases hemmed him in; the en-
graved faces of Claiming. Burke and
Daniel Webster looked down upon him
from the walls.
Apart from the portraiture of such
worthless, directly opposite his writing
table was life size crayon Of a lady
with barred neck, her fine eyes seemingly
concentrated upon the bended form of
the judge as his pen moved over the pa
per, several pages of which, covered with
his legally bad handwriting. lay scat
tered before him. The logs flared in the
fireplace and cast II glow upon the
crayon picture till the eyes seemed al.
most like those of living person.
1t was long table at which the judge
sat, and one end of it was lan!ied by "a
number of newspapers. A lady in Il low
chair was ut this end of the table. her
white jeweled Gpgers turning the huge
evening sheet she had been scanning be-
fore clipping II paragraph from it as she
had clipped similar paragraphs from sew
eral other papers there. 1t was easy to
see that she was the original of the
crayon portrait, her face some years
scarcely SO ideal us that. with more con-
trol of the under lip This was the
judges wife.
She had been out to dinner, and with
out changing her gown had come into
the study AMI taken her usual place ut
her end Of the long table. Here she sat
evening after evening. callil; herself
his Nemesis. his PdllGs, his Eloise, his
Laura. while he wrote at his papers or
read from the calf bounl volumes that
made the atmosphere pungently musty,
At one moment while she looked over
the paper she held, II sparkling ornament
that clasped the rich lace at her throat
became unclasped, and she let the paper
rattle into her lap while she made the
gold hasp secure. Then she ran her hand
up to the solitaires in her ears with a
feminine automatic gesture, and taking
up pair of scissors began cutting an
item from the paper.
"They are bound TO have you for our
next governor" she said as she shipped
the paper. Here is the seventh mea-
ton in today's papers; my scrap book
will soon be full Of your praises. This
one says you are shining example of
| justice and logic-in other words, that
| you have the honor of never having had
one of your decisions reversed by the
higher court. What will they say by
election time"
She picked up some other scraps she
had extracted from the leviathans Of the
printing press.
"Listen to this: Ills honor's lNavate
! life is irreproachable'- No, that is
not what | meant. Even his most bitter
opponent could find little in the actions
of his many years of public life to shadow
| the page whereon is written laudable
ambition That sounds rather peculiar:
but then the writer may be young.
Again, Here is an example of integrity
allied to ambition whose methods are
sans peur ct sans reproche. Goodness!
how hot that fire ISL She pushed her
chair little farther from the hearth.
"IIeigho! That dinner was very stupid
affair, and the buds and young men at
the reception insupportable. Estelle
was the prettiest girl there, Gen,
Wayne said he was sorry you were toe
busy to come--so am land that he
hoped you would write tonight and tell
him that you will accept the nomination
mot later than tonight, He begins
with the politicians tomorrow"
The judge smiled, his lips moving as
though they carried IL word in the ex-
preston of which on his paper she had
interrupted him; but he did not look up
nor did his pen stop. Not until he had
come to the end of the long page and
laid itwith its predecessors before him
! did he speak. and then it was while he