Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1892-09-10

not accompanying his employer on his
northward fight; land | think l shall
hnger awhile in Atlanta and some of the
smaller mountain towns. | want to re-
visit two or three of the battle grounds
over which | charged when soldier
lad"
"All right" replied the millionaire,
"you know your business best, but in
dividually have got about all the south
shall ever care for"
Edgar Julian's departure from Savaa-
nah was abrupt He read the following
personal item in The News and left on
the next train:
"Mr. Francis W. Ellis, who recently
sold his railroad interests in Florida to
the English and Dutch combination, is
spending few weeks among the noun
tains of the up-country near Calhoun.
1t will be remembered that he formerly
had large distillery in that region, the
capture of which by government emissa-
ries caused great excitement at the time.
1t was rumored that duel was pending
between Mr.. Ellis and noted Chicago
lawyer, but the matter has most prob
ably been amicably arranged. Mr.. Ellis
career here has been short but brilliant.
1t is understood that he netted about
$500.000 on his roads. Pretty good for a
little less than three months work.
In Augusta he tarried for day, but
why he did so he could not have told.
That he was dreaming of finally making
his way to Rosalie he admitted, and at
the same time he did rot purpose to see
her at ALL Love is always thus para
doxical. He knew that Ellis was up in
north Georgia on no other errand than
to be near her, and he could not bear to
think of any one, much less Ellis, seeing
her oftener than he; still he wasted a
day in Augusta, idly strolling in the
streets and thinking of what an unpar-
donable thing it would be for him to fol-
low Miss Chenier to her home under such
circumstances.
When he got to Atlanta he stopped
and loitered. He found much to inter-
est him, many reminders of some hard
fighting and exciting adventures. He
went and stood by the blackened founda-
ton stones of what had once been a
spacious mansion on an airy hill over
looking a broad plantation in fertile
valley. He remembered how that house
came to be burned. 1t was situated
about two hundred yards from the
Western and Atlantic railroad, and from
its high hill commanded the track
Some rebel sharpshooters had taken
refuge in it, and were calling the COM
pany to which Julian belonged. The
order was given to charge the hill and
fire the house. Julian, then a mere boy,
was the first to reach the spot. He at
tackled the door with the butt of his gun
and broke it in. AS he did so young
woman fired at him with pistol, the
ball lightly creasing the top of his head
He was enraged and rushed at his fair as
sailant with leveled bayonet. She retreat
ed and escaped, but not before he had
slightly wounded her in the arm. He
then lighted match and set fire to the
house.
Now. as he stood gazing at the ruins,
patheticalIy clothed IN their wild bram
bles and half buried in ashy debris, he
fancied he could hear the thunder of the
fight rolling away toward Snake Creel
| Gap. Below him lay the valley, scarcely
I less a fenceless ruin than when the army
had left it charred and smoking aftel
/ the battle.
He turned away, wondering what hat
become of the unfortunate family, an(
especially the young woman.