Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1892-08-06

Win IL.
''Oh, it is from Mr.. Julian" she ex.
claimed. almost joyfuly. as she glanced
at the signature He is in the south Of
France, sure enough And such long
letterr'
She kissed her uncle in thankful antici-
patton of some news from lie Chateau
Chenier," and ran off to the nearest win
dow seat to read.
Mr. Roosevelt stood for a moment
contemplating her This was the first
time his fascinating adopted daughter
had ever kissed him He was a shrewd
old fellow; he suspected that kiss as be-
ing meant to 60 clear across the Allan.
tic. He thought 1t not worth while to
make any remarks. however, and with
bland smile on his semi-.jewish face he
went away to his office
Rosalie's hand trembled as she held
the letter Her eyes ran rapidly over
the clear. rather small writing, scarcely
the half of which had anything to do
with Mr. Rooseveit's business. Evi-
IDENTIFY MIR. Edgar Julian had done val
liant and valuable work in behalf Of the
railroad schemes of his employers, for
he had sent back the contract of the
Dutch Syndicate" duly approved. signed
and sealed A matter 81 completely fin
ished needed very few words of explana-
ton But turning from railroad diplo-
macy to something which seemed to in
terest him pleasantly he wrote as fol-
lows:
Il promised Miss Chenier that would
look rp the old estate in Provence to
which her father thought he might have
some claim. ut may he said here that
Rosalie could not remember any such
proMise.) Il have seen le Chateau Che
nier-it still bears the name, a most
lovely old ruin in the midst of vineyards
and fig orchards, and rimned round with
olive crowned hills. The chateau itself
s not inhabitable. save that one tumble
down wing has been kept as pretense
Of shelter for family of peasants, of
very low order. should say; but the
place has been grand one.
If one had lived few hundred years
ago one would have loved such home
for it was then fair castle in the center
Of the worlds most charming region. The
estate is quite valuable even now and
/ it's ownership seems in doubt After all,
Miss Chenier's father may be the right
ful claimant Ii he could establish his
/ title few Thousand dollars judiciously
expended would make the whole place
garden of beauty This climate is en-
chanting | should like to settle here
with q colony of my own picking The
wind and the sunshine and the fra
GRANGE of things fill one with a sense OF
the value OF mere existence. But the
people are dry and stolid on the one
hand, or Gushing and monstrously in
clined to exaggeration on the other.
hold that no country whose laboring
classes wear sabots is safe to live in. 1t
has the appearance of decay in its last
stage Sandals, bare feet and wooden
shoes are not the accompaniments of
progress In walking about among the
people and the buildings here am con-
stantly reminded of ashes
Indeed am not sure but that the
fervent sun of this climate has slowly
burned up everything Such energy as
we have in our great west might not be
able to resist it through many genera
tions. especially if we should fall into this
wine drinking habit Everywhere one
goes here one sees wine used like water,
and great deal of it is a villainous sour
stuff unfit for hogs to drink
They tell us that this region was once
the center of European literary culture;
that here the fragrant dregs of Roman
civilization, and. through the Roman,
the Greek artistic refinements, were left
over after Italy had become a cinder
These lemon groves and vineyards, these
old chateaux. these stony hills and
drowsy valleys ought to be the ideal
region for the poets; but it seems they
could not stay; the climate made dust of
them by dreamy process of slow COM
bustion. Some Of the old picturesque
things and some of the poetical customs
still linger here. and there is a sort of
Rose-of- Provence odor and dewiness on
the night air which quite compensates
for the daytime sultriness
IF You deem it worth while You may
let Miss Chenier read this. She spoke
to me of Provence and her fathers at
tachment for this particular region,
and while | hardly feel at liberty to
write to her directly, have hoped that
this method of sending her mere sketch
of her ancestral country might not be
thought impertinent.
lie Chateau Chenier seems to be the
Oldest place in this immediate neighbor.
hood, not only on account of its ruined
condition, but judging from the char
acter of its architecture. The landed
estate pertaining to the chateau is Of
considerable extent. and might be made
exceedingly remunerative by intelligent
management. Yesterday stood upon 9
sort of ruined tower and looked over the
landscape. If Miss Chenier could have
seen it she would have been in love more
than ever with the supposed birthplace
of her ancestors. 1t is an old neglected