The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-04-16
HER POST OFFICE LOVER.
BY NJ. C. M'NELL.

"Dear mep sighed Isabel Vsne, "Was
there ever a village so destitute of men
as this3 There isn't one worth talking
TO in the whole place, am sick and
tired of the deadly dullness of III"
She was reclining gracefully in the
hanmock which swung across one end
of the roomy piazza that shaded the
froat of their pretty cottage. Whatever
Isabel did, she did gracefully with an
eve to effect. A volume Of the latest
Hovel was In her hand, and she could
hear her steprnother's voice through the
open window giving orders to their one
maid of all work about their evening
meal.
labels father had married for the
second time when she was about three
years old, and the only other child was
her stepsister, winsome, gay little sprite
about seventeen years of age whom Is
abel hated from pure jealousy because
Kitty was a favorite with everybody,
and was beauty besides, with her sole.
full dark eyes, her curling brown hair
and winning way.
Kitty was seated on one Of the steps,
her hat dangling In her hand, when Is
abel made her usual remark about the
dullness of the village.
al don't find II So" she remarked In
answer. "There's quite a few fellows
around. There's Jimmy Ward, In the
drug store; and Fred Britton, In his
fathers grocery, aad Charley Price, In
the insurance Office; and the new Baptist
minister, and that young man In papa's
law ofsee, and what's his name, with the
curley hair in the telegraph Office, and
and"
Kitty paused as II she had forgotten,
while a little pink color stole into her
cheek as she plucked flower within
her reach. and, putting the end of 1t be-
tween her pearly teeth, jerked out
1.-THE new clerk in the postofice."
Isabel curled her lip scornfully.
al don't call them anythingW she re
piled disdainfully. 81 wouldn't waste
my time talking to themw
Kitty opened her eyes in amazement.
whats the matter with them" she
asked.
"Oh, nothing" returned Isabel eva
sively; "they are good enough for those
who like them but aspire to something
better"
Il hope you may get it," responded
Kitty, with merry laugh,
"As for that postofice man." went on
Isabel, not needing the interruption, che
is the beat we have had yet as far as ap.
pesrsnees 60. But just fancy marrying
man In that position"
"He needn't always be in that posi-.
tion," returned Kitty. ale might rise. ;
II don't intend to 60 through The
drugery of helping man to rise" re
torted Isabel ungraciously. ~ wan
one already risen, with fine establish
ment, horses and carriages, and plent,
of money should never be satisfe,
unless had plenty of handsome dresse
and jeweiry. am tired Of the shabby
gsnteel way we have always lived in
and ! mean TO get cut of it as seon a
ever I ean."
Easier said than DONE" remarke,
Kitty sentsniously. my Idea OF hap
pisess 10 to marry the mas | love, and
don't care whether we live In tive room
or twesty, but l am afraid, Isabe
you Wilt have 10 wait month of moon
for your nillioaaire."
I'm not so sure Of that" replied lisa
bel. "Thcre's Clyde Beecham, who cam
of age couple of years ago. He ha
Inherited his grandfsther's estate herr
and a pile OF money
Nobody has lived In that place fol
years." observed Kitty.
"Ne," answered Isabel, who began to
get excited on the subject. "He came