Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1892-08-13
Dayton Nevada, Saturday, August -, 1902.

tence, said:
"You can do that. The business you
are now in has the approval of every
body, and
"Oh, well, the other business was in
famous, but didn't realize it till it was
all over he quickly interrupted "You
know the war had demoralized US up
there in the. mountains"
"We were shut out from knowledge
of what was doing in the world" she
said. Il did not dream of what a strong
current human life can be till | went up
into the north"
"The current might be just as strong
here in the south if we would make it SO.
What's the use of all this retrospection
and brooding and despair? Our soil is
Just as good as ever it was; we have our
health, our daylight, our nighttime
Is it the right sort of people we lack?"
The rich power of his voice thrilled
her as he spoke. and he. lifted his head
proudly, as if conscious Of his strength.
In very tender tone he added;
"Miss Chenier, | am not going to be a
drone and a grumbler Do you recollect
the time met you up in the dark little
dell by the spring above the millT'
Yes, she simply said.
He reflected a moment. His face was
that of one who ponders a dear and
doubtful proposition Something like a
pale heat gathered under the skin of his
dark cheeks. He made a slow, sound
4 less, hesitating movement with his lips,
I as if about to utter some precious and
weighty sentence; but he turned and
looked through the window and did not
| speak.
you were in an evil mood that day, :"
she presently added.
Eyes, but had provocation, he quick
| ly replied Those Yankees were track
ing me as hunter tracks a wild beast. "
/ (Since the war all northerners are called
Yankees in the south.l
"Wen, they did not hurt you, at least, "
she said, smiling archly.
mo. we are quits-they and /; our
scores are even" He smiled also, and
picking up her banjo, which CHANGED to
be near him, began idly drumming on
/ its strings After moment he passed
/ it to her
/ Play for me" he said; ''it will recall
/ the pastoral sweetness of the pocket 1t
will drive away those unwelcome recol-
/ lections. Sing the little French song
/ your father used to love-"
About flying away"
/ yes.
She Immediately struck the prelimi-
nary notes, and then throwing back her
/ head, as bird does began singing
She gave infinite sweetness to the ex-
preston. and there was charming dis.
cord between the light, lingering ca
dence of the French measure and the
sudden blunt notes of the banjo Her
attitude was careless and graceful, the
merest trace of infantile abandon in it,
suiting perfectly the spirit of the song.
Ellis stole a glance at her face, a soft,
dreamy light gathering III his eyes. Her
voice was like a call to him from a high
er and purer atmosphere, and he felt as
if she had really wandered away, in her
white robe Of innocence, far beyond his
reach.
you have changed great deal" he
suddenly said, interrupting
"Oh, have II" she exclaimed, with a
little flicker of self consciousness in her
face "Do | not sing so well as | used
to?"
"You sing better did not mean that.
| had reference to your-your looks.
"It's my clothes" she said, casting a
quick, satisfied glance over her simple,
but beautiful apparel
"Not altogether at ALL" he re-
sponded "You have learned a great
deal, and you have grown more-more
beautiful
Have Il" she exclaimed, her eyes re-
covering their old sincerity and her
voice it's childish freedom. 81 have
always wished to be beautiful"
you are very very beautiful" he
said in way which seemed to suppress
world of emotion. 1t was as if he
were saying it from great distance and
did not expect her to hear it.
Whittier their talk might at last have
led them. one may say no more than
surmise just then Mr. Roosevelt en-
tered the hall with some one, and q
voice that startled Rosahe reached the
parlor
"You shall make my house your home
while you are in Savannah. sir" she
heard Mr. Roosevelt say in his hearty
hospitable way When did you say
Mr. Largely will arrive?"
"Within three days at farthest. He
had to go by way of Boston and New
York, replied Edgar Julian.
at is Mr. Julian" she exclaimed in 8
sort of breathless half whisper
Ellis wondered at her agitation. Hei
cheeks had almost lost their color, anG
she was trembling She had let the banjo
fall upon the carpet at her feet, and sar
in an expectant attitude, her lips slightly
parted and her eyes turned upon the
doorway
A few moments later Mr.. Roosevelt en-
tered, followed closely by Edgar Julian
Rosalie went to meet them, holding
out her hand to the guest, and smiling
radiantly