Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-06-24
dream, my Chonita?"

dream, my Chonita?"
81 do not know what the first part
was-something very sad All remem-
ber is the roar of the ocean and another
roar like the wind through high trees:
then "a movement that shook and fright
ened me, but sweeter than anything
know of. SO | cannot define it; then
swift. awful tragedy cannot recall
the details of that either. The whole
dream was like a black mass of clouds.
cut now and then by scythe of light
ming But then, like vision within
dream, seemed to stand there and see
myself. clad in black gown. walking
up and down this corridor. or one like it,
up and down. up and down. never rest
ing, never daring to rest. lest hear the
ceaseless clatter of lonely fugitive's
horse. When awoke was as cold as
If had received the first shock Of the
surf | cannot say why put on this
black gown today. make no haste to
feel as | did when wore it in that
dream-the desolation. the endlessness-
but did"
That was strange dream. my Cho-
nita," said Prudencia, threading her
needle. Thou must have eaten too
many dulces for supper Didst thouY
No" said Chonita shortly. Il did
not"
She continued her aimless walk won.
dering at her depression of spirits. All
her life she had felt certain mental
loneliness, but perfect health had gwen
wings to her spirit, and she had only to
spring on a horse and gallop over the
hills to feel as happy as young animal
Moreover, the world-all the world she
knew-was at her feet; nor had she ever
known the novelty of an ungratified
wish. Once in awhile her father arose
in an obdurate mood. but she had only
to coax, or threaten tears-never had
she been seen to shed one--or stamp her
foot, to bring that doting parent to
terms. 1t is true that she had had her
morbid moments-an abrupt impatient
desire for something that was not all
light and pleasure and gold and adula-
tion-but being girl of will and sense
and healthy instincts she had turned
resolutely from the STRINGS of her deep
er soul. regarding them IA goals fallen
from a mind that burned too hotly at
times
This morning however. she let the
blue waters rise, not so much because
they were stronger than her will as be-
/ cause she wished to understand what
was the matter with her She was filed
with dull dislike of every one she had
ever known, of every condition which
had surrounded her from birth She
felt deep disgust Of placid content
ment, of the mere enjoyment of sunshine
and air She recalled drearily the clock
like revolutions of the year which
brought bull fights, races, rodeos. church
celebrations, her mothers anecdotes Of
the Indians. her fathers manifold inter-
ests. ever the theme of his tongue. Rel
naldo's grandiloquent accounts of his ex-
ploits and intentions, Prudencia's infinite
nothings. She hated the balls Of which
she was la favorita, the everlasting
serenades, the whole life Of pleasure
which made that period of California
the most perfected Arcadia the modern
world has known. Some time during
the past few weeks the girl had crossed
her hands over her breast and lain down
in her eternal tomb. The woman had
arisen and come forth. blinded as yet by
the light. her hands thrust out gropingly.
ut is that man." she told herself with
angry frankness. II had not talked
with him ten minutes before ! felt as |
do when the scene changes suddenly in
one of Shakespeare's plays-as if had
been flung like meteor into a new
world felt the necessity for mental
alertness for the first time in my life;
always before had striven to conceal
what knew. The natural consequences
of course were first the desire to feel that
stimulation again and again, then to re-
alize the littleness of everything but
mental companionship. have read that
people who begin with hate sometimes
end with love, and If | were book
woman suppose should in time love
this man whom now SO hate, even while
admire. But | am no lump of wax in
the hands of writer of dreams.