Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-11-04

leave me, but instead she came step
nearer and laid one hand upon my shoul-
der. The expression of her face was sad.
sit was you that made mo hesitate
until it was too late" said she.
II? How"
"Only because you were his brother"
II was said so quietly and sadly that
moment passed before l comprehended
the significance of that admission. 1t
was no delusion-she had loved me. But
there was no invitation, no consent in
ber eyes. Her hand. which had seemed
to hold me, kept me back. 1t was like
balancing ON the partition between life
and death.
LET me know what it is to be, Sin
fire." l said. II fathom you less than
ever. Are you angry that misjudged
you? Ny soul knew what my reason
questioned. You could not be yourself
and not be pure Was it my perjury
that offended you? In what other way
could have kept you? And the sin is
mine"
"What do you call it, to keep me?
Would you rather died loving you or
despised you and lived?"
do you despise me?'
"Despise you! Oh, what shall say to
your she cried out in a voice of min
gled menace and anguish. "Why don't
you spaak? Why do you hide yourself
from me? Was there no other way to
clear me than by staining me? Could
you have told no other story OF that night?
Oh. Frank, Frank! 1t was then that you
lost me-not when you crept upon him
in the wood and shot him through the
heartl | believed then that you were an
avenGer, but in the witness box you re-
vealed yourself as a murderer. Even if
Won had been silent and let them hang
me I would have rejoiced in you, for
love lives by sacrifice. AS yon mad saved
me from the guilt of blood would have
saved you from its consequence. Or if
you had taken my hand over his body and
said, L have done this for you" would
have come 10 you forever and gone with
you to the eud Of the world! But you
did not trust me, and the lie you told
was q shameful and timorous he!'
80 you were in the wood and saw me
kill him!' s2id l.
"Yes, saw it."
II wish you had told me BEFORE" I re-
joined. But it isno matter now. I sec
that l have made mistake. You are
right to go. BY the way, the estate de-
scended to me in tail, but ON my decease
without issue it falls to the next Of kin,
which is yourself. Johns personality is
already yours by his will. As for Henry,
he had not much besides his life, and that,
as you say, took from him-on your ac-
count chiefly. That is all. think, zccpt
my mother. She will not last long. VIII
you see That she dies il decent circum-
stances? Itwould not be too exa-,ing a
recolnpense for having taken from her
her three sons and the estate Of Cedar
cliffe"
She looked at me long time. 90
not know what she sought or what she
found. Eut all passion and suffering
had burned themselves out in me. l
stood there wishing that she would go
and leave me in peace. l knew that she
had never been more beautiful, but her
beauty could not impress or interest me.
] looked upon It as Internationally as an
animal might have done. Indeed she
was phantoinlil,e TO me at tho last. l
thought. if l pinch myself or stamp my
foot. she will not be there And ct last,
in truth, she was not there. and as re-
seated myself in my chair was inclined,
half in jest, to ask myself whether such
q creature as Sindro ever really existed.