Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1893-01-25

ing Its eyes.
She cast hurried glance at the gen.
tleman reading the paper. and walked
into the room looking intently about
the floor.
"What should she saw" thought
Bertram, as she passed him in her
search "if | were to ask her what she
was looking for, and CALAMITY offer to
help her find it? But I'll spare her
that"
She was certainly hunting thorough
! ". She moved several of the chairs,
drew up the lace curtains and looked
under them, peered into all the cor
ners.
When she had searched everywhere
she Strengthened herself with sigh,
with one last reluctant look about the
room, and calling to the pug, Come
along dearest, it isn't here" departed.
Bertram laid down his paper and
looked after her. She appeared to
have a singular amount of sang froid,
also a very ora 'eful back.
81 must give it to her this evening""
he thought I'm wrap it up in paper,
and tie one of the ribbons around it
that are on that handkerchief case that
Millly gave me. Then if she asks me
as, of course, she will--what it is,
I'll say, carelessly, oh, nothing! just
a little trille | think belongs to you.
Don't hurry to open it. Have you no..
ticed what a beautiful night ii isP"
"And so I'll engage her in absorbing
conversation. But if the conversation
is not sufficiently absorbing, and she
begins To open it, | must flee from the
wrath to come. And when next ]
meet her, dying to speak or even bow
to her, there will be wall of ice raised
between us. Snch is the irony OF
fate"
At 7 o'clock Mr.. Lamar came slowly
down the broad stairs, looking as hand
some as the young Dionysius in his
dress suit, his shining shirt bosom. and
u white pink in his buttonhole. The
hall was full of moving figures and a
blaze of light and color.
Mr.. Lamar was too perturbed to
mingle with the gay. loud-voiced
crowd. He wished for solitude, and
directed his steps toward the little
writing-room. He had not wrapped
the treasure in paper, nor tied it with
II ribbon from his handkerchief case
He had not done anything with it. He
did not dare.
The sight of the owner might in
spire him to the desperate pitch of
boldly Offering it to her. or suggest to
him some cunning way of returning it
without betraying the identity of the
finder. With these ideas in bis mind
he carried it still in his pocket, in COM
pany with his keys.
The gas in the writing-room was not
lit. Mr.. Lamar went to the open win
dow. just outside it, on the balcony,
was the young lady who had worn the
yellow shoes. She was reading and
rocking her pug in her lap.
AS she read she absently pulled the
pugs ears, which lay with its eyes half
open and its head against her arm.
81 beg your pardon" said Lamar,
suddenly, from the window
The lady looked up with raised eye
brows of polite inquiry.
Il have something of yours" said
the young man, desperately, and in a
low tone.
Yes? What is it?'
Il don't quite know. Or rather
-Well-But-U didn't like to
| lcuNe IL ~ tne OHlcc. tnoupHl---
He leaned out of the window with his
closed hand extended. "Here it is"
She held out her hand and he drop
ped it in. She looked and gave an ex-
clamation of joy that caused the pug
to jump to the ground.
ooh, how glad | am. Thanks SO
much, thanks awfully. was afraid it
was lost, isn't that lucky!" and looked
affectionately at the returned treasure
with her head on one side.
There was light enounh to see her
face distictly. She did not exhibit a
sign of en- barrassment, not the ghost
of blush. Lamar felt sudden chill
of disappointment and disapprobation.
You found it in thereP" she said III
dicating the writing-room. and looked
at him with frank, candid eyes. "Yes,
there's where it was lost"
Il suppose So" said Lamar, with
= wan smile.
81 value this very much" she went
on, turning it over in her hand.
81 should imaViue so"