Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1894-03-24
CHAPTER XII.
PAST EVENTS.

PAST EVENTS. r
should certainly have blurted out the
whole truth to clear myself and Gordon
from this nionstrous imputation, but that
swhile was pausing for the words to COME
Mere Lucas said: t
"One may live to be 90 aud yet be NO wiser
for ii, look you. An old woman may mistake
the good for the bad and the bad for the good
Hike an inexperienced child Look, for ex
ample, how shamefully misjudged that
good NJ. Kavanagh."
Again that name brought me to my
senses.
do you see Mr. Kavanagh often" .
asked.
"Oh, there's not a week passes but he
comes down to spend a day or two with US.
don't know what we should do without
him in our misfortune"
| looked around, at q loss to know what
misfortune she alluded to.
.It seems very pleasant here" ] ventured
to observe.
pleasant Is not the word for It. my
dear, Its paradise" she said in a most
melancholy tone. II should like you to
see the rooms. They are beautiful and 1t
Is no trouble to keep them nice, for here
there Is no dust, no smoke, no smuts, and
the linen keeps its color and does not need
washing every day. And the gardeni il Is
G real picture already with spring 6owers
And there are birds in every bush. That
10 one Of the reasons why M. Kavanagh
bought it."
"Mr. Kayanagh bought itr' said in per
plexity.
He bought it for my poor master, be
cause, look you"-the old woman paused
her thick lips quivered, and she put her
apron to her eyes and sobbed-"because he
said he must go where he could hear
birds"
was touched by the old woman's grief,
though still at loss to understand the
cause of II.
And there's kitchen garden" she pur-
sued somewhat inconsequently. The
young radishes are ready for the table. To
look at them gives one an appetite"
She dried her eyes, but in the same
mournful voice continued:
"A poultry yard, too, and the fowls are
laying more eggs than know what to do
with--delicious eggs, with white like a
curd You saw the carriage"
yes"
IN Kavanagh found that for us also. and
johnson, the driver, a most obliging man,
who manages the garden and is always will
ing to do anything for me-"
She heaved a quivering sigh and shook
her head mournfully.
"perhaps you don't care for q country
life2" suggested.
Mon Dieul would never leave it for
an hour II could help it."
do you find the house too largei Is
there more than you can dor"
mot bit. The house Is large, to be sure
but we only occupy part of 1t yet awhile.
NJ. Kavanagh said we must have plenty Of
rooms for friends when they come to zee
us, but up to now the master has not had
the wish to invite many people here, 1t is
enough for him to see NJ. Kavsnagh now
and then and to have Miss Judith to walk
with him and tap the piano In the evening. P"
Miss Judith" They were not married
then. But my jealousy leaped into flame
again as learned that Taras was satisfied
with her society alone, and an envious pang
shot through me to know that she had
found means of pleasing him that was be
yond me.
docs she play welli" asked hoarsely
Mere Lucas lip twitched again.
81 can't tell YOU" she said "When they
begin to play music, go up to my room. 1t
In more than can bear"
"Is she always herei" asked.
'She has been here ever since Christmas,
and that was all through NJ. Kavanagh,
for. you see, she was a governess at his
sisters, and he persuaded her to let Miss
Judith come, seeing that the master could
not do without some one. She has gone up
to London today"
al saw her.
There afe pigeons, too" Mere Lucas
proceeded after moments somber refiec-
tion. II heard young ones squeaking up
in the hayloft a week ago. must ask
Mr.. johnson to fetch them down for me
when they're big enough for the spit. Yes,
there is everything the Imagination can de
sire here; but, mon Dieu. what are all these
things worth II one hasn't the heart to en-
Joy thems"
But" urged in perplexity. why
haven't you the hearth
because IL is living-because 1t has feel
ing in it," she replied fiercely. Then. see
ing by my face that it was not want OF
feeling that made me dull, she said;
"You know what has happened to the
masteri" #
II know nothing came here to learn
what has passed SINCE went away"
"You saw him this morninRi"
For moment He was smiling,
thought" a
what, my poor deari You have heard
nothingf 1t was in the papers"
II have not seen any papers. have
been-a long way from England"
Forgive me-" she said earnestly, taking
both my hands and looking with pity in
my face, forgive me. thought you must
know, and that your heart had grown hard
and selfish, benumbed with its own pain
Oh, my dear friend, II 1t IL still sensible to
the misfortunes of others. you have terri
BILE grief to bear From my soul l pity
you" Eu EaH t