Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1893-01-25
SIZE SET HIM RIGHT.

Bertram Lamar sat on the arm of
chair in the hall of the hotel at Scar
boro and idly swung his foot
Mr.. Lamar was bored. An extend
ed acquaintance with this young man
forces me to confess that he is not Oft
en- afflicted in that way.
ANY one could see that he belonged
to the best people, that he was used to
the best people, that only the best peo-
pie would be bearable to him. But
now he was genuinely bored.
Ladies passed old ones, who swept
up the dust with trains and who creak-
ed as they moved, as if they wanted
oiling; young ones in light frocks and
wide lowered hats that cast shadow
over the clearest eyes.
He never glanced at them. But
they did at him--swiftly. obliquely-
from under the hat brim out of the
shadow. He looked away with raised
chin and indolently dropped eyelids.
There was one grl-she kept going
to and fro-and as he looked on the
ground he could see the hem of her
dress and her feet. They were pretty
feet in yellow shoes, small and pointed.
Mr.. Lamar found himself Illuminating.
Suppose the head is as pretty as the
feet. But it never is. There's law
OF compensation which provides that:
The head which belongs to those feet
Is 35."
And he looked up. The head match
ed the feet to perfection. Mr. Lamar
felt that he didn't look bored any
longer.
Rather, however than sacrifice this
dearly bought and enviable condition
of being, he turned his back on that
enchanting head, and sauntered into
an adjoining room. There would be
no one to look at there.
The room was empty, cool, and dim.
1t had oaken chairs and tables and
writing desks, sea-green walls and a
great window opening on the balcony.
Outside there were ladies of uninter-
esting ages sitting under a forest of
parasols. Beyond were velvety sweeps
of close-cropped turf, dappled with
short shadows shrinking to the tree
roots. Mr.. Lamar felt that he might
gaze upon this prospect for an intini-
tude Of time and remain bored.
But fate ruled otherwise. AS he en-
tCiSo hoohh cu" oh
the floor near the table. He picked it
up. 1t was band about an inch and
half wide, covered with puckered
yellow ribbon, and with one end run
trough clasp of dull silver, showing
monogram in small diamonds.
There was Il bunch of narrower yell
low ribbon beside the clasp, each end
finished with little tongueless silver
bell. 1t appeared to Lamar from some
hanging tilaments of thread that the
two ends had once been stitched to-
gether. He looked curiously at his
find.
Lamar first thought he would take
1t to the Office. But curiosity impelled
him to study it. 1t might be worn
around the neck, but no, it was not
long enough.
He drew the several ends together
and held it off from him, cycling it du-
biously and rehectively pulling his
small mustaehe.
Oh, yes, of course. Now he saw.
How dense he'd beenp a bracelet.
Holding it together lie pushed his
hand through it and it swung on his
wrist.
81 don't think ever saw bracelet
just like that before" he thought, NOV
ing it around and looking Mt it, with
his head on one side.
And then, as he looked at it, came
sudden flash of awakening light, and
for moment he stood staring at it in
a stupeiied horror as it hung over his
wrist.
With the return of consciousness he
crumpled it up and crushed it into his
pocket. What should he do with itp
II he took it to the office the owner
would never dare to claim it. If he
found out who she was he would never
dare to offer it.
just then he heard a step outside
q feminine step. With guilty start
he reiterated from the table, fell into a
chair and seized the morning paper,
in which he buried his head. ANY one
noting this fact would, of course,
imagine that he slumbered, and feel
themselves safe from espial.
at is she," thought Bertram, seized
with guilty tremors. "She has come
to hunt for it," and he remains motion
less.
So did she. There was not the
slightest vibrating rustic from her 81
lent figure. Bertram ratified the pa
per, stabbed little hole through it
with his finger and peeped at her.
She was standing in the doorway
peeping about the room with long
glance, only her head moving, her fig
ure firmly erect, her right thumb in
her belt and her left hand hanging by
her side and lightly clasping little
leather thong which was wound about
her knuckles
Aa To her head that loyaly baod