Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1896-06-26
LOVE In THE DESERT.

Of tho things beyond. The parent be-
lieved that, too. and that is how the
child had come to imbibe the idea. The
man looked and saw the word Glove "
"Do you knew what that word means,
papa?' asked the boy.
"Oh, yes" said the father. And he
began thinking He thought for long
time, for there were so many things
! love is that he hardly knew whore to be-
gin defining, And the longer he remain
ed silent tho harder it seemed to find Il
beginning at il difficult to answer, "
he observed, and the boy interrupted
him.
when we find difficult problem at
school" no said, 1--WE so TO the rule.
What is tho rule about love?"
The father looked at him, but did not
answer He thought. Then he gazed
anxiously about. and ont through the
window he saw u man passing.
"Ah," he said. there is Mr.. Brown,
and want to see him "
And he hurried out to speak to the
man, and the boy never heard what love
is or what is its rule
Ford, being quite satisfied that the
story was a lie from the beginning and
that his search for the wonderful lost
desert tribe would result in no benefit to
the Smithsonian institution, stopped to
rest in the shade Of the water wagon,
the wheels of which were sunk ! 8 inch
es into the roasting sand.
Look out, " he yelled to ono Of the
drivers. "or this Nevada sun will get
action on you and you will pop like
cornl Lord, isn't 1t hotP' And he looked
about at the blistering white and blue
and cudgeled out of his memory certain
verses:
And when grim spirits come to that ours'd
land
To DO where wanderers fell,
They look In terror at the burning sand
And hurry back to hell
And that's desert Nevada, and where
we are driving and swearing and sweat
ing through it to find the desert tribes
man, who is lie. "
by the powers, it isn't iiel" yelled
Graves, his assistant "Lookp'
"a Chinese boyl" roared Ford. "And,
ye gods, rcdheaded Chinese boy and
on camel and in Nevadap'
Hong Foy was dismal failure. Nc
Goggin told him 80 daily He could not
lamp Southern Pacific ties half as well
as 70 Heave, or whatever the pockmark-
cd Chinaman's name was, and Fon Kee
could almost carry $50 pound to the
yard" rail by himself. while Hong Foy,
being young and pale and calm, found
it difficult to lug even the spike maui or
the pinch bar Wherefore the invest
ment Of the Southern Pacific Railroad
company in Hong Foy was denominated
by Mike McGoggin, the section fore
man, as weird and wonderful failure
only McGoggin used words Of the
same import, bnt of different pronuncia-
ton. Hong Foy, however, could cook,
and he showed Maggie McGoggin how
to make soup out Of potato sprouts
which McGoggin declared to be the tri-
umphant work Of the devil. Soup, by
the way, is u thing not to be expert
mented on when the section boarding
house Is at place in Nevada where the
water Is brought in tank from sta
ton 80 or 100 miles AWAY. McGoggin
appreciated the soup, and because Of 1t
refrained for two weeks from discharR-
ing Hong Foy. But on Saturday night
Of the month Of June, in the year 1881,
he threw bolt at Hong Foy, hit him
with crooked spike and made run TO
the Toulouse to get wrench to kill
him with. He had seen Maggie when
she kissed the young Chinaman in the
kitchen.
In the shade of the Toulouse, after
McGoggin had retired, Hong Foy crept
like dog which had been whipped out
Of its kennel but knows not where to go.
He knew two lines OF steel over which
Cinnamon labored, while u redheaded
white man swore yolubly at them. He
knew blue horizon, and these things
were all he knew in that land-except-
ing the sun Where could he go2 As no
leaned dejectedly against the Toulouse
and thought Of his love making, he
wept, and weeping, Maggie found him.
Hong Foy had not dreamed Of the fu-
ture, and had not expected the coming Of
the girl He had expected to sleep in
the Toulouse that night and be beaten
again in the morning. But Maggie had
planned. The best part Of her plan was
that she had brought huge bottle, and
it had water in il. I'VE will go that
way" she said, pointing out into the
desert.
1t is not 80 bad to walk all night
through the desert If you are sure you
are going to have shade in which to
rest the next day. But tho next day
came, and as Maggie and Hong Foy
looked about them all they saw was
what couple Of ants in plasterer's
box Of lime see. Far, far, far away,
round about and near it was white.
And it was so fiat that they seemed to
look up out Of basin TO brim which
was white and blue, and the alkali and
the sky nestled so close to each other and
the sky arched over az though it were
the roof Of the plain in such wise that
Maggie thought they might AZ well
have been imprisoned in the shell Of q
monster egg-only ii would have to be
the biggest egg and biggest shell ever
created, and there would DO room for
only one Of such like in the world. The
sun was beautiful in the early morning,
and there were roses in the desert east
Just as there are roses In the east Of the
orchard land. The sun looked on them
with friendly rotundity for an hour,
and then no frowned, and the frown
was Of white heat And sleepily they
plodded on, searching for n brush big
enough TO cast two square feet Of shade.
They had no means Of telling time
other than by the sun, but the girl knew
the secrets Of the sun and knew it was
10 O'Clock when the pale. calm face Of
Hong Foy looked into hess with dumb
piteousness, and he sank In q swoon
HuTriedlY the girl uncovered his hea<