Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1892-09-24

of Colonel Talbot and Miss Fain, and
keeping the secret of that moonlight
walk nclpsed in her breast had gener-
ated a sense Of guilt which gnawed at
her eor science.
IF Colonel Talbot dies" she some
times Thought, II shall be accessory to
| murler-if not in purpose, still in
fact
Ii rendered her extremely wretched to
J hear Miss Fam talk, for although she
sraraly mentioned her lover directly, all
her thoughts tended toward him. and
she evidently bore all his sufferings with
him
The newspapers announced that Ellis
had returned 10 Savannah but Rosalie
saw nothing of him Sometimes she
found herself wondering ii it could be
that he was innocent of the crime Of
which she had accused him. Such
thing war not impossible, and yet she
felt sure that She could not have been
mistaken in recognizing him as he fol-
lowed her and Talbot. like a sinister
shadow on that lovely and never-to-be
forgotten night.
One day about week after her re-
turn to i,uosevelt Place, Rosalie was sit
ting at her window reading i'll one of her
fathers favOrite romances. or rather she
had been reading aud WAS now idly gaz-
ing into the street below. when a car
rage rolled slowly by A servant in
livery was driving Inside were a noble
looking middle aged man. a far, plump,
lovely glrl. and Frank Ellis She had
seen this man once before, and knew he
was Sir Edmond Kane. the young lady.
as she rightly supposed. was Miss Ellen,
Sir Edmond's daughter Ellis seemed
quite happy as did also the others, their
faces smiling. their conversation appar-
entity animated and free The English
girl was caamngly dressed, and her
face thuugh not beautiful. was high
bred and fascinating. and her form was
superb
A strange feeling crept over Rosalie
as she looked down upon this passing
group 1t was like breath of ex-
quisite sorrow or regret; her heart
seemed to fail low in her breast and
tutter painfully. Some sweet thing her
fancy had been nursing slipped away
from her Ellis turned his eyes toward
the house She retreated from the win
dow for fear he might see her; then she
sank into chair and cried. she knew
not why Life seemed to her TO be
growing hollow and meaningless its
zeSt mad slipped away. like perfume
from whitening flower She began to
be restless and impatient for the time to
come round when she and her father,
with Aunt Marguerite and Adelaide,
would 90 across the sea, but the thought
of the journey pleased her more ON ac-
count of the distance it would give than
for any joy which it promised at its end.
So the days slipped past, until at ast a
letter came to her from Edgar Julian
II did rot get to say gondby to you,"
he wrote therefore | take the liberty
to write this instead ! fingered along
the road h0meward among the battle
fields Of Georgia and Tennessee. but
found no pleasure in what saw
seemed 10 miss something which would
have made even the brown hills charm
ing When | crossed the Ohio river
met great snowstUrm, sent down from
Chicago To welcome me. and quite soon
the ground WIS covered a foot deep with
the white fleece of winter Here the
streets are all ice and snowbanks, and as
write the wind is blue with cold and is
howiing like pack of hungry wolves
am dissatisfied and wish We're back
IN Savannah, ON your uncle's wide We
randa. with the salt air blowing over me
and the palm trees rustling their spread
ing fans hard by don't believe | am a
northern man any longer: the worry and
hurry of Chicago does not satisfy my
especial hunger May | come backy !
think could be less trouble to all you
hospitahle and patient southerners now;
this great distance has brought ont in
strong relief all my faults and all Your
goodness How infinitely warm and
comforting. how perfuned and luxuriant,
how breezy, how shady. how inviting is
the whole south, now that have left i'll
II have the hot air register wide open
IN my room and a big coal fire on the
hearth, and yet | am freezing! Won't
you and Mrs Roosevelt please invite me
to come back? could run on errands
for you and make myself reasonably
useful, and would try and not be much
in the way
Il heard Gerster sing last night, and
Litta the night before. but would
rather be in that dim old parlor in
Roosevelt Place and hear La Mandore;'
my spirit is there now-do yon not often
hear it rustling around in its favorite
placest | stopped at Calhoun and Resaca
qured for the Chenier mill. and found it
was only thirty miles distant The temp
tanon to visit it was very great. but l