Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1894-05-26

The good dame hustled away to
the kitchen, hoping that when her
husband had slept over the matter
he would be of a different way of
thinking, and give up a projectlthe
mere thought of which gave her so
muce pain.
Her hope was in vain. The West-
ern fever had taken firm hold of
Mr.. Barton and matters were push
ed with his usual energy. Ac-
ouaintances in Dakota helped him
to obtain a tract Of Government
land, and the next Spring found
the family established in rude
shanty on the boundless prairie.
Mrs. Barton was wise woman, who
always made the best of everything,
and though it was with sinking
heart that she at first saw their new
home, she was outwardly cheerful,
and uttered not word of complaint.
Pretty Lizzie had not felt so un-
happy about their removal as her
mother, for her lover had promised
to soon follow her, and they parted
with many VOWS of constancy and
promises of frequent letters.
Mr.. Barton was pleased with the
farm and promised his wife that
she should have a fine new house
in year or so. He went energet-
ically to work, preparing a portion
of the land for the precious grain;
and aside from the discomforts
which conld not he helped, all ent
well with him; for he had sufficient
money to buy the necessary machin-
erv, a serviceable pair of horses and
few cows, besides laying aside a
small sum for a rainy dav.
But all Was not well with Lizzie.
As soon as they were settled and
she and her mother had, with
womanly ingenuity, given pleas
ant and homelike appearance to the
interior of the rude cabin, she had
written a long letter to Will, and
intrusting it to her fathers care,
watched him drive off to the little
town of Melton, a dozen miles dis
tant, where was located the nearest
postofice. She hoped for a letter
in return, but was disappointed.
81 shall be sure to receive one
next week." she thought, and sang
about her work as she helped her
mother inside the house or planted
the flower seeds and roots brought
from the old home, which, later
made beautiful the outside of the
homely cabin.
Another disappointment awaited
her, but she thought; "Perhaps my
letter did not reach Win. He may
not have our correct address | will
write again"
The next time her father went tC
Melton she walked to meet him on
his return. Her heart bounded
with JOY as he handed her thick
white envelope, but sank like lead
when she looked at the superscrip.
ton. 1t was from a girl friend-a
very dear one, but Lizzie felt no de.
sire to read it then.
ooh fatherl Is that all? You must
surely have another onel"
"Only some papers, puss."
His voice was a little husky, and
he did not look Mt her
How foolish | ami" she said to
herself, when the first keenness Of
the disappointment was over. "A
dozen things might have happened
to delay the letter. How l wish
we could go to the postolfice every
day"
"Hope deferred maketh the heart
sick" Lizzie waited week after
week, but no letter came from Will
81 will write just once more,
she said, "only few lines, that
may be sure that | am not the one
to blame"
She gave up all hope when, in
the early Autumn, letter from a
girl friend contained the informa.
ton that "Will Chester was flirting
awfully with a cousin then visiting
his fathers, and some thought il
would be match"
Lizzie was too proud and also
too sensible to let this disappoint-
ment spoil her life, She hid he,
grief from her watchful father and