Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-07-11

entered the room except to whisper her
name. Every word she said smote him;
his long experience had given him many
instances of women wronged by men.
Here was a woman as deeply wronged
by a man as she could be-and the man
was himself All that she was he had
made her; the wreck of all that should
have made her other than she was; her
wretched married life, her husbands
downfall, her nephew's disgrace, her
own torture that should last as long as
she-he had done it all. What misery
of soul had been hers since that day
when she had stood before him and
asked him if he wished to marry her!
Her love for him had made this ruin
and he had loved her and wronged her
love. She had always been fair to look
upon; she would have been beautiful
with other environments than had been
hers, more beautiful than his wife; the
education she had CLEANED somehow or
other, her dignity of speech, could not
he himself have brought it about and
nodded her into brilliant woman? She
had loved him, and her love for him had
wrecked her and all those nearest her.
Did his wife love him? Had not ambi-
ton, rather than passionate affection,
brought her to him; had not ambition,
rather than the maternal feeling of this
woman for her nephew, made his wife
anxious for this match between Estelle
and John Elwynp
Believe her! To doubt her would have
been to exculpate himself. Believe her!
Though the woman watching him may
have thought him only cold and callous
What" she cried. "Do you hesitate?
Do you feel that nothing is my duet
Have not sufficiently accused you?"
With despairing gesture she threw
herself at his feet. Believe herl
No, no." she said pleadingly, ~ do
not accuse you-you are innocent, the
whole world is innocent, only am not.
came to you because am not quite
dead, and the affection that made you
its idol holds to this child of my adoption
with all the tenacity that availed it SO
little of old loved you once. and that
should be something to you. | ask for
something for my dear boy, as ask you
to screen me for his sake from justice.
Win there not be sufficient punishment
for me when it is always before me that
send him to prison and must withhold
the truth from him? II She could
say no more She kneeled there with
uplifted pallid face.
And the judge!
'Salome!" nesaid-nOtbing more. Bat
the agony, the remorse, the grief in that
word We're apparent to her who heard.
She looked at him, her life surely con-
centrated in that look Then she rose to
her feet and tottered. and he put out his
arm to support her
oh, Salolne! Salomew he said.
He held her thus little while. and
from the adjoining room came the low
murmur OF happy voices, while from the
wall looked down upon him the pictured
eyes of his wife. The face of the woman
ne held had undergone strange altera-
ton What years of privation and re-
preston had wrought still remained
there, but it was as though a soft light
had flooded down over brow and eyes.
She disengaged herself from him, and
he took the roll of papers he had written
that evening, crushing it in his hand
Tomorrow. he said, Il place in the
hands of your nephew's employers the
amount of the money that is missing.
My word will be taken for whatever
shall say, And-l will have the sen.
fencing Of your nephewi can say no
more"
He will know the truth" she cried in
sudden terror; my boy will know what
did"
when you tell him"
And you say that you viii have the
sentencing of him. You mean that Won