Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1894-02-28

ton.
The summer waned.
Why did Lucille's step lag, and why
had her pink face lost its bloom? He
was to go away? Yes, it had come to
this-that this man with red brown hair
and the beautiful voice, brown eyes,
suave manners and polished address
this man had Weakened the marble Ga
latea into life.
He was no artist, but he had the soul
of one. He was only young city
broker out for summer holiday, but
he had looked deeply into the soul of
this little family. He saw the husband
was harsh, cool, Indifferent and unap-
preciative, and the wife stulti6ed by a
monotonous round of soul narrowing
household duties.
The day of the parting came. He
held her hands close. "Goodby, Mrs.
Hardy. I'll be back next summer"
She hung her head like shy school
girl, but it was not shyness; it was the
sickness of despair that bent her neck,
but she spoke no word. Careless man of
the world that he was, her detection
moved him.
"If ever can serve you-if you ever
need aid appeal to me-"
She wrenched her hands free.
SIT is hardly probable that Lucille
Hardy will need your aid. Go-and
goodby."
proud to the last, and yet could
have sworn she had grown to like me. "
All! thank God for that woman's
pride that enables her to hide so much
and to set the world at defiancel
Lucille crept up to her room and lay
on the lounge for hours, but she uttered
no sigh and made no moan, only looked
out of tho window with wide open, tear
less eyes.
Surely he did not read my secret
surely he did not go away believing that
l love him? And yet do, oh, dol and
God knows how | am to live all my days
without seeing him.
Her husband never dreamed of the
sleepless nights and fearless agony she
spent by his side while he slept the sleep
of the just. For months she went about
pale and thin, but her hours of thinking
were developing her. She was begin
ming to be less afraid of her husband
One day she said:
"John, must have some books to
read"
"Whyp" he asked laconically.
Because / wish them" she answered
firmly.
do you have time to readY he asked
severely.
81 shall make time"
He was astonished, but the books were
procured.
81 must read and study that may
become companion for him." she
thought. But the summer came and
went and Mr.. Bellairs came not.
At the end Of two years she said,
John, shall get piano."
He was astonished again. Lucille,
you are becoming extravagant. You
know very we'll | am not rich man."
II realize that quite we'll. Neverthe-
less l have helped you to accumulate
what riches you possess, and am just as
much entitled to piano for my amuse-
ment as you are to costly machinery
that will lessen your labor"
Was this logician the gentle, submits
sive and accomplishing wife of two
years ago?
But the piano came and Lucille re-
newed her music, learned in her girl
hood.
The fourth summer John told her that
Mr.. Bellairs wished to return, for he
had unconsciously to himself begun to
consult his wife in all things.
''In that case must have servant. l
do not care to become dining room
maid for city gentleman.
So Mr.. Bellairs, jaded and wearied,
came to this peaceful home once more.
Perhaps I shall find nepenthe here"
he told himself, remembering with sat-
isfaction the ill concealed grief of Luz
ellie at their parting four years ago.
But the winsome faced girl had vanished,
and in her place was stately woman
as well dressed as any in his own circle
and as quietly refined.
When he came down to breakfast a
chubby country girl waited on him, and
at night his hostess entertained him
with good music and charming CONVEX
sation. 1--we half mind to fall in love
with her now" he said, as he went to
bed.
''Thank God, the scales have fallen
from my eyes," she said, "for l know
that l shall never meet that godlike
man who is my ideal, and shall in time
even become contented with that which
have. It Is so sad 10 know that all
our love, all our despair, all our suffer
ings must end thus. That happiness is
q chimera and content only found IN
ministering to others. can DO content
now to DO Johns cook.
But she laid her fair face Oh her
dimpled arm, and looked sadly into the
sad violet eyes that peered at her from
the glass before her.