St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-12-04
Louisville Courier.Journal.


crystalline atmosphere. the re1lectih:
mesa and the surrounding mountain
made the town seem but cloud in &
cup of soft white light. There is more
moonlight in Arizona than in any Other
SPOT Oh earth. The shadows were blaca
and velvety. where there was any posi-
bility of real shadow in the low town.
On the doctors wide upper veranda
only outlines could be seen. with the
red end OF a cigar away up at the end
where the doctor himself swung, paj-
anna clad. in long, fringed Guayaquil
hammock.
Mrs Bonselle, the doctors wife, was
talking as she rocked in a little chair,
which she constantly moved in her feaI
of uDsetting the boxes of mignonette
which were sending up damp. homely
breaths into the light, dry air. Over by
the other railing. Alice, the doctor
pretty sister, was sitting, her white
dress a mist in the darkness. Her head
was small and her hair was soft and
dark, but reflection flom white
washed home across the street caught
her delicate, rather pensive profile, and
Martin sat four feet away and wor-
SHIPPED. Mrs. BonSel lie was talking TO
the colonel. A little wind bad come up
from somewhere and was Tapping geu-
tly the rope on the Flagstaff OF the Min
ing Exchange across the street.
"What does that sound make you
think of?' cried Mrs. Bonselle. "A
yacht" And then she went OH asking
questions and answering them. in her
usual vivaciouS style. while the colonel
sat. also as usual, and thought his own
thoughts with all the Difference of a
listener. He was watching Martin and
wondered how much longer he would
be accommodating such Superfiuity OF
alteration before some of it would have
TO be poured out in words. He Won
lered if Martin was framing his SEN
fences now. He went back to his own
yOuth-he put himself in Martins
place. he thought of the things he would
have said, and then he laughed at him
self for an old fool.
But Martin was at no such pleasant
task. He was fighting. He was going
over and over battle that be had waged
for two weeks. Ever since that day
wien the colonel had brought him to the
Bonselle home, and he had felt some
eyes and go all over his big body. He
had spent every evening there since.
AriZOnianS have, almost of necessity,
taken on the Mexican habit of turning
night into day. The sun Oh the univef-
sal whiteness is too strong for the pee
pie on top of ground. The workers are
all down in the mines. Tombstone in
The daytime sleeps. A cowboy lopes
by now and then. his hat brim
Tapping and his hand on his hip.
a few men can be seen gam
bling at scattered tables in the big
Crystal Palace saloon, with its wide
open doors. Down the deserted street
a ragged Mexican will drive a herd of
fuzzy, drab burroS, loaded with crooked
limbs of oak from the mountains, OF a
file of ola sellers. tall and straight
and impressive as a religious process
sion, will walk by, their heads wrapped
!n white rags, and the great rod pots
balanced on top. All day long can be
heard the sharp crack of the whips OF
the mule and oxen drivers who are TAX
ing the huge wagons of ore 10 the mill
on the river. Their Spanish curses VI
brate unsteady through the air, and
every few rods on the road the dust is
dark and damp, where the blood OF an
But as darkness came on Sandy Bob'S
stage swung its way with six plugging
horses Chat had begun TO plunge on the
edge of town. through dust clouds to the
postoffice and the town was awake. The
CRYSTAL palace was full of men, talking
and gambling and leaning over the bar.
From 10 until the piano played accom-
panimentS, and the singers, especial
artists from the musical centers of the
world" sang topical songs and tender
old ballads on the saloon stage. Through
Allen street a cosmopolitan crowd
pushed. Stolid Cornlshmen, with their
oddly musical voices. and queer use of
the nominative for the objective, talked
loudly to each other. SlavS, Chinese,
MeXicans, Missourians and sleek, I'M
miStakable gamblers of every nation
ality iostled each other on the board
sidewalk. Here and there the uniform
of a United States soldier from Fort
Huachuca showed its jaunty cap.
The doctors house was far away from
nil that, and coming from the hotel in
She midst of it to this sweet, pretty
home, had had its effect upon Martin.
TIe hadn't known much about homes.
and the nearest approach to holiday
spent in Freiberg, perfecting himself in
mining engineering. Alice Bonselle
was the first young lady he had ever
known very we'll; and now he belittled
those Freiberg months as factor in his
present success. and cursed himself fol
ever having gone there. He was think
ing about it as the colonel looked al
him. He thought of other moonlight
nights in the late German springtime
and of Hilda, whose father kept the
little restaurant where he ate his
simple meals and drank his beer
He knew still that Hilda was the mos
beautiful girl he had ever seen, but he
Indignantly repudiated the knowledge
and wondered how he had ever lost hi;
head over those tints of red and white
and those smooth braids of yellow hair
And he had promised to go back an(
marry her! He had begged and prayed
for her promise, and she had given
against her fathers wishes, VIII
thought little of poor American stu
dent, and less of his promises. Tha
had been year ago. He had not writ
ten, for Hilda could not receive hi
letters, would not disobey her fathe
while she was in his house. Her imag
had grown DINNER and DINNER as WOrl
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he had met Alice. He had never broke
the smallest promise in his life.
A little bank of clouds had piled u
from behind the jagged crest line of til
"MhetStOnes." From its darkness cam
once, twice, flash of light.
"Oh, it's going to rain!" cried Mr.!
BOnselle. Pm SO glad. See the ligh
ming"
Her husband raised his head an
looked around the horizon. Away O
down toward the Mexican line came al
other flash.
Indian signals" he said. and la
down again.
''Oh, hush! you make me shudder,
and madam drew her breath throue
her teeth and presumably closed n,
eyes. Il can't bear to talk about
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