The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-12-22

IAzF29 slILfZ/ sky. Tue crystal.
Md.xSlIY IfEIaSS.line atmosphere,
WaNNNsgsIY{aaE the rejecting mesa
and the surround
ing mountains made the town seem but
cloud In cup of soft white lirht.
There is more moonlight in Arizona
than in any other spot on earth. The
shadows were black and velvety, where
there was any possibility of real shadow
IN the low town On the Doctors wide
upper veranda only outlines could be
seen, with the red end Of cigar away
up at the end, wnere the Doctor himself
swung in long, fringed Guayouil ha n.
mock. Mrs. Bonselle, the Doctors wife.
was talking, talking, as she rocked in a
little chair, which she constantly move
In her fear Of upsettin3 the boxes Of
mignonette which were sending up
damp, homely breaths into the light dry
mir. Over by the other railinr Alice.
the Doctors pretty sister, was sittinp.
ber white dress mist in the darkness.
Her head was small and her hair WAS
soft and darS, but reflection from a
whitewashed home across the street
caught her delicate, rather pensiv, rr,.
file, and Martin sat four feet away and
worshIped. Mrs. Bonselle was talking
TO the Colonel. A little wind had come
up nom somewhere, and was tapping
gently the rope on the flagstaff OF the
Mining Exchange across the street.
'"What does that sound make Won
think off, cried Mrs. Bonsclc. "a
yacht" And then she went ON .ski,o
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 lis.
tener. lie was watching Martin and
wondered how much longer ne would be
accnmulatlng such supertluity of aior.
ation before some of it would have to be
poured out in words. He wondered If
Martin was framing l. is sentences now.
But Martin was at no such pleasant
task. He was fighting. He was poinr
over and over battle that he had waqcd
lor Two weeks. Ever since that day
"hen the Colonel had brought him to the
bonselle home, and he had felt something
come out OF Alice's quiet, brown eve,
and got all over his big BODY. He
had spent every evening there since. Ari-
zonianS have, almost of necessity, taken
On 'ne Mexican habit of turning night
INTO day. The sun on the universal
"hiteness Is too strong for the people on
Top OF ground. The workers are ali down
IN the mines. Tombstone in the DAYTIME
sleeps. A cowboy lopes by now and then,
ms hat-brIm happing and his haul on his
MP. lew men can be seen pambIino q r
scattered tables in the biz CRYSTAL Pal.
ace SAIGON, with its wide open door.
DoWh the deserted street a ragged Mex.
,can VIII drive herd OF fuzzy, drab
ourros, loaded with crooked limb, of
oak, from their mountains, or n file of
Ola sellers, tall and straight and inpres.
siVe as religious procession. will wall,
oy' 'neis neads wrapped in white rags,
ana the great rec pots balanced on too.
All day long can be heard the sharp
crack OF the whips of the mule aud oxen
drivers who are taking the huge wagons
OF ore to the mill on the river.
but as darkness came on Sandy Rob.s
stage swung Its way with elk plunging
horses (that had begun to plunge on the
cage OF town. through dust clouds To
ame Postolhce, and the town was awake.
Inc crystal Palace was full of men
talking an gambling and leaning over
the bar. From ten until 2 the n;ano
played acco apartments, and the sinoers
special artists from the musical centres
OF the world," sang topical songs AM
tender old ballads on the saloon STAGE.
Through Allen street cosmopolitnn
crowd pushed. Stolid Cornishmen. with
their oddly musical voices and queer
use OF the nominative for the objective,
talked loudly to each other Slavs,
Chinese, Mexicans, SIissourians and
sleek, unmistakable gamblers of every
nationality jostled each other on the
board sidewalk. Here and there the
uniform of United States soldier from
Fort Huachuca showed its iauDty cap.
The Doctors house was far away from
all that; and coming home from the
hotel in the midst of 1t to this sweet
pretty home had had its effect upon
Martin. He hadn't known much about
homes. He had made his way all his
Efe long, and the nearest approach to a
holiday he had ever had was the six
months he spent in Freiberg, perfecting
himself in mining engineering. Alice
Bonselle was the first young laiy he had
ever known very well. And now he
belittled those Freiberg months as
factor in his present success, and re-
preached himself for ever having gone
there. He was thinking about it as the
Colonel looked at him. He thought of
other moonlight nights in the late Ger.
man springtime, and of Hilda, whose
father kept the restaurant where he ate |
his simple meal and drank his beer. He |