Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1892-02-13

caded dwelling on its lovely plateau, its
soft cream color thrown into relief by
the green hills behind it, and the cross
above its chapel pointing hea7enward.
At turn of the road where he knew
that the last glimpse was to be had he
paused and took off his hat, in final sal
utation to all that had been revealed to
him there-the boundless hospitality and
charity, the kind and useful lives, the
widely diffused circle of good, the sim
plicity. the gentleness and the happiness
which formed golden atmosphere about
the spot
The third day after this found him
entering tine City of Mexico again, and
hardly able to believe the evidence Of the
calendar thatit had been little more than
a month since he had left it to seek the
Buena Esperanza. Although by no means
sure how far Morell had been engaged in
the business schemes of the redoubtable
Fernandez, he had telegraphed him from
Guadalajara requesting him to look at
the hotels for Mrs. Derwent, and if she
had arrived to keep her in the city. He
was not very much surprised, therefore.
70 find Morell awaiting him at the sta
zion.
Has my mother Gomez was his first
question.
Yes; she arrived yesterday" Morell
answered, land had only been here an
hour or two when received yonr dis.
petch and looked her up, She was very
anxious about you and much relieved to
hear that you We're on the way to meet
her. But. my dear fellow, what can
say for myself: hardly know how to
express my regret that such an accident
should have befailen you-somethinS no
one could possibly have fureseen.'
"Ualess it was your friend, Senor Fer
nandez, said Derwent dryly. He not
| only foresaw. but planned the whole
| thing and had it executed.
"Derweut!' Moreil exclaimed. Hestop-
ped-for they were walking together
down the long platform-and looked at
| the other as il doubtful whether he had
heard him Alright. "What do yuu mean?
he asked That is very grave accusa-
| ton.
1T IS plain statement of a fact" re-
piled Derwent. THE assassin came to
finish his work. bat was, fortunately
| shot before he could Do so. He lived long
enough to tell the whole story however,
And then be related it briefly.
There could be no doubt that Morell
was deeply and terribly shocked II
knew that he was slippery slippery
and | suspected that he was a scoun-
drel," he said. alludiug to Fernandez
''but never could have imagined him
capable Of such dastardly villainy as this
He wrote me that Barrera was certainly
accountable for the crime"
ITO fasten it on Barrera was his chief
object" said Derwent. by the bye, do
you know how he obtained the bond to
that miner"
Morell had the grace to blush. II do
not know exactly" he replied; but
suspect it was in very INSCRIPTIONS
manner. He tuld nae that he could bring
political pressure to bear. suppose
you think that ought not to have sane
toned anything of the kind. But our
bargain was that he was to get the mines
and was to sell them. had no busi-
ness to interfere with his manner of get
ting them"
1.-The receiver of stolen goods might
say as much observed Derwent with
scorn. IA man of honor does not wish
to profit by dishonesty in any form. |
tell you frankly that there is not silver
enough in all Mexico to tempt me to
touch mine with a title acquired as
that of the Buena Esperanza was"
81 hope you do not think that | shall
touch 1t further" said Morell. Hence
forth shall wash my hands of Senor
Fernandez. | might endure cheating,
but attempted assassination is a little
too much. Here is "a carriage. You can
drop me at San Francisco street, and you
will find your people at the Hotel del
Jardin"
"At least the shooting did you one
good turn" he added, as they rolled out
of the station gates; lit domesticated
you in the hacienda of the Ormonds. |
said to myself, What luck some fellows
haveN as soon as heard of it. And how
did you like Dona Zarifa on acquaint-
anee? Odd, wasn't it. our discussing her
that day in the Alameda~
did we discuss herr" said Derwent
who had a feeling as if the other took an
unwarrantable liberty in even mention
ing her name. ~ never received greater
kindness in my life than from every one
at Mirafores. Don Maurizio picked me
up in the road, You know, He is mag
niicent type-grand seigneur, yet SIM
pie, cordial, kind beyond belief"
"Oh, no doubt" said Morel. But
how about Dona Zarifal Is she as unap-
proachable as she looks2 Or could man
venture to fall in love with herT
That would depend entirely upon the