Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1894-03-31

lie bowed his neau rs IL 10 cOuCedi Jue
pain that came into his face. Then, quickly
recovering himself, he said gently:
Poor soul. if money can make her happy.
she shall have it.
He rose, felt his way to writing table
and seated himself before it. From
drawer he took out a check book, opened it,
and passing his long, nervous fingers over
the paper he slowly wrote his name in the
right hand corner. Then he tore out the
check, and returning to his former seat
gave it to me
II have left it OPEN" he said. Ask her
to write in-my unhappy little friend-the
amount she needs, and tell her in case she
doubts it still, that her secret is safe in my
keeping and that she has made me happy
by remembering me in her distress"
took the check, faltering some incoher
ent words of gratitude.
"You will stay with us a day or two'" he
asked.
NO: must go away today"
Have you far to go homer"
II am going to London" he replied eva
sively
You are staying with friends theref'
NO have no friend to 20 to-"
Are you quite alonef"
Quite"
He was silent for a moment, seeming
realty shocked by his discovery Then he
said:
But you have friends"
None but Mere Lucas and"-
He held out his hand quickly, and as it
closed on mine a smile broke over his face.
And me-" he said. "Oh, If my ear and
reason deceived me the sense of touch
would tell me whose hand this is hold
Let us give up this game of crooked ques
tions and cross answers and be ourselves.
Have faith in me, little friend ]"
For some minutes we sat thus, with our
hands locked and neither spoke. Some
such feeling of mingled JOY and sympa-
thetic sorrow as choked my utterance may
have silenced him. Perhaps he was wait
ing for me to confide my SORROWS to him
to pour out the history of past troubles
that he might give me comfort. But
dared not answer that silent appeal, and
the tear that slipped from my cheek and
fell upon his hand a. bent over it was all
the confession could make.
rs there nothing ! can do to help your
be asked in tone of deep agitation.
"Nothing-nothing more than you have
done No one can help me. need no help
now The worst is past Better days must
come Then ! may tell you more
IL want to know no more than that, he
answered impress.vely IF t..c worst is
past, we will cease to think OF H. Let us
20 in the garden" he added in brighter
tone as he rose to his feet. The sun ought
to he shining today"
He took my trembling arm.
"You know the wayy" he asked
.sN.c- I ad arrOSs the lawn or
day"
II knew it," he murmured Something
touched my arm and felt that you were
near | have been expecting you to CONF" "
He said this, | thought, to encourage me,
but the radiant happiness in his face sur
prised me, though ! knew the vigor and
lortitude of his character. One would not
have imagined but for those poor closed
Eyes that he had lost the most precious
gift of nature He pressed my arm to bis
kde and spoke some wise words OF assur
ance, adding
ave, have both met with misfortune,
little friend"
II think too much of my own
Mine" he said to turn my thoughts, lis
not so great as you would think. At first
IL WAS hard to bear-the world seemed SC
empty. But am learning to see now with
out my eyes. and ! find multitude oi
beautiful things that had before escaped
my notice | never weary of sitting here
and listening-puzzling out where all the
sounds come from and making a better ac
quaintance with the hidden world"
! And in the evening you have Miss Bell
to read to you and play
Yes She is good, amiabie girl, won
derfully patient and untiring."
There was great whir of wings over ouI
/ heads, startling me for the moment, ant
then six or eight beautiful pigeons fiuttered
down and settled on Taras' shoulder and
outstretched arm. He gave them q hand
full of maize from his pocket, and they, ,clus
tered about his hand with outstretchec
wings to take the grain.
"Do they come down to Miss Bell like
j thatS" asked, with envy.
"They will come to any one who ha'
something to give them, " he said, smiling
Wondered II he regarded me in the same
light
/ held out my hand timidly to the pretty
huttering birds, but they had swallowed
the last grain, and they took to their wing
and few away In body. assls
could bear it no longer. The pain at my
heart was greater than could endure.
II must go away, too," l said, choking
down my grief