Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1894-06-02

The broker did his best to maintain
his "anti' stand, yet he felt that he
was being sig lally vanquished-he,
who was considered one of the clev-
crest disputants belonging to the
Stock Exchanged
Yet, despite his defeat, he was
not convinced. To tell the truth,
neither his heart nor his thoughts
were IN the discussion.
Donald Gregory was listening to
the pleading arguments of woman
who had joined the movement to
upset mans old prerogative, and
yet-he was falling blindly in love.
At length he mustered up the
courage to say:
"Will you give me a couple OF
days in which to think the matter
over? Would it be too much
trouble to call again, on the day
after tomorrow, for my answer?"
Nothing is too much trouble to
gain a new convert" was her de-
lighted answer, as she arose to go.
Think about it as much as you
can spare the time to do so. We
want rational, deliberate men on
our side"
AS soon as she had gone the
young broker touched his bell, and
Addison entered.
"Let no one disturb me for the
next fifteen minutes. This order is
absolute"
He wanted time to reflect upon
what had happened-not the dis
cussion, but the visitor!
"What attempting little fairy!" he
cried. Fairy? No-fairies are
mythical. Angel is the word. And
she didn't know me-didn't recog-
nize me. What shock to vanity.
Donald Gregory was a big boy of 15
and Elsie Durwell little miss of Z
when they romped through the fields
and by-roads at Lenox that Sum-
mer long ago.
"Now | think of it, that boy was
in love with that exquisit little girl.
In love? He adores her to-dayW
Then. after an interval of delic-
ious reveries, during which the piq-
uant face was as fully pictured III
his brain as. if Miss Durwell still
sat before him, he shook his head.
"Donald, my boy, what fool you
areI Why, she didn't even remem-
Der you! She wasn't aware that she
had ever met you before. You have
passed altogether out Other memory.
Then his glance rested upon the
chair in which she had sat.
"No one else shall profane it to-
day." he murmured, with tender
decision. Rising, he carried the
chair reverentially to the capacious
wardrobe, placed it inside, locked
the door and came back to the desk
with the key in his pocket.
"Good morning, Miss Durwell." :"
1t was the second day after. His
caller paused with her hand on the
proffered chair-brought from the
wardrobe that morning-and cried:
"You know my name, sir"
Eyes, Miss Durwell, and the best
joke of all is that you don't appear
to know mine"
"Oh, yes, l do. 1t is Mr. Gregory.
| noticed the name on the window
as came by the door"
"And the name of Donald Gregory
suggests nothing whatever to you",
he asked, half reproachfully
"Don-ald Gregory" she repeated
slowly. "Now, think of it, that
name has a familiar ring. Let me see
Oh, yes, now | think do remember
Weren't you the grert awk-pardon
me-" in sudden confusion, "didn't |
play with you in the country one
season, when we were both children?
eyes, l was that great awkward
boy. / have never seen you since"
he went on, with a boldness that
was truly surprising under the
steady regard Of those true, blue
eyes, "but / have often felt that
that-well, that | would willingly
give year or two of my life for the
pleasure of-of again romping with
you as child in that dear old town.
Elsie Durwell offered her hand,
without hesitation, and said sweetly.