Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1892-07-16

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which affected Aunt Marguerite deeply.
All, this serpent in Eden! The good
woman felt as if she would like to bruise
his head with her heel
Come, Rosalie dear" she said. Il
want You to go with me to my room,
please You know you haven't read to
me any today.
The young girl rose promptly, with a
quick responsive smile. as her aunt's
voice called her wholly back to herself
"Oh, madam" exclaimed Ellis depre-
catingly ii have but few moments to
stay, can't you let Miss Chenier show
me the rest of these pictures? I'm a
genuine child about looking at pictures
of any sort.
Aunt Marguerite affected not to hear
him.
Come on, dear she added; and Rosa
lie obeyed
"Goodby," he said holding cut his
hand. which the girl took.
"Goodby." she responded
As their eyes met he said: Il, too,
should like to hear you read. Won't you
read some for me one of these days?'
"Oh, yes, sir, if you would care to lis
ten" she replied.
Come on, child" persisted Aunt Mar
guerite,
The cavalier darted a quick, intense
look into the old lady's eyes, then lifting
his hat and bowling very low. turned,
mounted his horse and rode away up the
valley
Aunt Marguerite was wise. She did
not venture a word to Rosalie about this
young man just then, much as she felt
like saying what she suspected 1t was
too often the case, she reflected, that a
young girl would develop sudden and
mysterious perverseness when too direct
ly approached in matter of this sort.
She preferred to bide her time and com
pass her duty in the surest way She be-
gan gradually.
"Is this young Mr. Ellis very nice
young mann she demanded Of Rosalie,
some time after he had gone. The ques-
ton was put in the most careless way.
and in tone indicative of no special de-
sire for an answer.
"Oh, yes. very nice. indeed, respond
ed Rosalie. looking straight into Aunt
Marguerite's little eyes He's the best
young man | know He's so brave too
He will fight any one"
Mrs Roosevelt attacked her smelling
bottle in way so vigorous that it made
Rosalie laugh The old lady was begin
ming to think that these up country folk
must set a high value on fighting. She
had heard much said on this subject
within the last few days
What good is there in fghting?" said
she "the war is over 1t would be much
bier things.
"Oh, they don't fight much" respond
ed Rosalie, except when Yankee detect
ives come in here to interfere with their
business. Mr.. Ellis told me he should
not want to hurt any one, If he could
have his rights without"
What is his business, dear?" asked
Aunt Marguerite.
why, | don't know" replied Rosalie;
II could ask papa. It's some sort of dan
gerous business though The Yankees
are trying to break him up; know that
for he told me-"
Where does he go when he rides past
here up the valley? There's no town up
that way, is there?"
"His business is up there somewhere
don't think there's any town"
Hes an ugly fellow"
Ugly"
"Yes, don't like his eyes, they are so
restless and soulless think he's bad
Rosalie."
The young girl gave her aunt a quick
searching glance, then her face grew
quite pale. Mrs Roosevelt pretended
not to notice this, but she was studying
Rosalies face and trying hard to divine
her thoughts. No doubt selhshness had
much to do with Aunt Marguerite's deep
interest in this matter. She had once for
all set her heart upon taking Rosalie to
Savannah. Already the minutest details
OF her plans We're perfected, though she
had never more than limited them to the
household at the mill Lately she had
been telling Rosalie great deal about
her mansion and its surroundings, its
books, its furniture. its garden and its
tropical plants and trees, She had de-
scrlbed the fine shell roads, her carriage
and horses, the beautiful suburban places,
Bonaventure, Thunderbolt, Tybee and
the many grand old homes in the coun-
try Then, too, she had spoken freely of
the young gentlemen and young ladies
who often came to her house: of how the
gentlemen talked and of what the girls
Wore; of how these gay young people
made the house ring with mirth; how
the grand piano would fill the spacious
rooms with music Rosalie would listen
with lips apart and eyes darkened With