Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1894-02-14
young man desperately and in low


"Yes? What is it,
'I-I-dont quite know. Or rather
Well-But-Umi | didn't like to leave
it at the office. thought He leaned
out of the window with his closed hand
extended. Here it is"
She held out her hand, and he dropped
it in. She looked and gave an exclama-
ton of joy that caused the pug to jump
to the ground.
"Oh, how glad ami Thanks so
much. Thanks awfully. | was afraid
it was lost Isn't that lucky?' and she
looked affectionately at the returned
treasure with her head OH one side.
There was light enough to see her face
distinctly. She did not exhibit sign
of embarrassment, not the ghost of a
blush. Lamar felt sudden chill of dis
appointment and .disapprobation.
"You found it in there% she said, in
dicating the writing room, and looked
at him with frank, candid eyes. Eyes,
there's where it was lost"
81 supposed SO" said Lamar, with
wan smile.
II looked for it myself this morning
all over" she continued, 'under every
thing, but it was gone"
YES" said the young man, with a
fatuously inquiring air. "If she knew
| was behind the paper she'd ask me
why | didn't give it to her then and
there, and what the deuce would | say?"
81 value this very much," she went
on, turning it over in her hand.
81 should imagine So"
"You see, there is only one like it.
There is not a single duplicate any
where"
She looked smilingly into his face.
Lamar stared at her in stupefied horror.
"Only one-did you say?" he managed
to articulate in faint voice.
"Only one," she repeated, nodding her
head. sit was made to order"
There was moment of silence. La
mar made no comment, but continued
to stare vacantly at her. He was think
ing: at must have been an accident.
She can't be veteran of the war;"
"When you have only one, and that
such pet" she continued, not noticing
his silence, you like to have everything
as pretty as possible"
eyes, yes. OF course, Of course"
calculated Lamar, laughing idiotically.
eff you have only one, expect it must
be somewhat of treasure" he thought.
Then he added boldly, but with the air
of confding piece of news. 81 have
| two"
1.-TWO" said the young lady, with vi
vacious interest "What kind?'
Lamar looked askance at her in alarm
ed silence. Was she doubly afflicted?
She was stroking the pug with the tips
of her fingers, and there was nothing in
her placid expression to suggest mania
of any form.
1.-THE same as everybody else's," he an
swered with some hauteur care tho
people in this part of the country in the
habit of managing with oneY
''As a rule, they have only one; it's so
much less bother. Though, to be sure,
have friend who has-let me see
yes, eleven"
"She must be centipede," thought
Lamar II seem to be encountering re-
markable freaks of nature. There is a
fortune waiting here for any one who
wants to start museum" Then he re-
marked aloud, regarding her with his
head ON one side, a tolerant, fond smile
ON his lips, There must be quite an en-
! barrass de richesse, especially when
you're walking"
"They do get in the way" admitted
the young lady, "but most of them are
well trained"
Every clever of them, am sure" muir
INJURED Lamar. feeling that he was about
to swoon.
There was another short silence, dur
ing which the girl continued to examine
her restored treasure. Presently she
said, musingly: II see the threads are
broken. She has broken them once be-
fore, though don't see how she can pos
sibly do it"
Lamar only stared and swallowed.
She held his glance with a horrible, eerie
fascination.
"You know she loves to run to me, y
she prattled on. "She ran away from
me this morning, and when she came
back it was gone. She must have crept
under the table and not come out until
she had got it off,"
"Who is she?" asked Lamar in trou-
bled voice.
"She? Why. Bobo-my pug. Isn't
she beauty? Come up here, Bobo"-
patting her knee. ~ want to put your
collar on, and show this gentleman,
who was kind enough to return it, how
pretty you look when you're all dressed
mp" She held the band around the dogs
neck, and turning to Lamar, said with
laughing arohness, "Isn't it becomingY
Lamar sat down on the window sill.
He took up the morning paper and began
to fan himself with it, Though the even
ing had grown Enthusiastically cool.-Ger-
aldine Bonner in New York Journal.