The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-07-28

10 endure the priyations OF a mining Gu
gineer in new country. A scheme
carried out successfully placed his
namo permanently before the scientific
world. He felt elated that night. yet
his thoughts would turn to her. In
the years that had gone by much Of the
bitterness OF that quarrel had passed
away. After all, she was only a girl
then, sweet Priscilla Grey.
His mother had dreaded to see him
go away so far. She had enough for
both. but when he and Priscilla quar-
relied the course of his life seemed
changed.
His mother had died since, and he
had come into her fortune. Yet still
he tarried. He had grown to love the
West.
why Is the paleface brother sadY'
why, you naughty little girl, why
did you stray SO far from home at this
timer Oyerton exclaimed, as he look
ed upon the dark, sweet face so near
his own.
Father came to see you, and came,
too. am going away, Overton, The
heart of Robin aches within her. She
loves the mountains, she loves her ia.
ther, she loves Overton. When he Is
sad she Is sad. When he Is gone the
winds sigh more deeply in the pines
the brook, as 1t leaps over the stone s.
Is not so gay. Even the sun shines not
so brightly when Overton is not here
As her sweet, monotonous tones
ceased Overton looked into her face.
Her mother had been the daughter of
noble chief of tribe Of Indians, and
her father was an officer at the fort.
She was, perhaps, 10, and carried her.
self with the dignity of her race. She
had her fathers classic features, but
the sadness of her mothers people
shone in her great black eyes.
When Overton came to the North
west country he had some work to do
at the fort where she lived. He had
killed a huge snake one day. An In
slant later and 1t would have been
upon her. Since then she had loved
him with the unreasoning affection OF
an animal. Her father joined them as
they sat there. Taking Robins hand,
he drew her to him.
Poor little one! am going to send
her East, Overton."
NO better plan could suggest itself
You should have sent her some time
ago. Be good little girl, Robin. Learn
lot, but don't forget your old friends. "
Il shall never forget" and turning
quickly, she glided away.
Unusually bright, her constant com.
panionship with her father had deep.
ened her Intellect. They learned to
love her In the school. With careful
treatment her skin grew fine-grained
and falrer. Her hands were small
soft, and dlmpled. She did not look
like an alien, and few could guess that
Indian blood ran In her veins.
Her habltual sadness never left her
but her smiles were ready and often
She combined the best of the two races
from which she sprung, and a more
charming woman was never introduced
into the gay world than Robin, daugh
ter of Captain Strathmore.
Overton had made rapid strides in his
profession. The years seemingly left
no impression on his handsome face
To his heart he still clasped his dream
of Priscilla.
She had been married, and was now
a widow, still as lovely and as fair al
I'm her sweet girlhood, so rumor had II
For the first time in many years hs
decided to go home, back to the ole
haunts, the old friends, and Priscilla.
Alas! He found them changed. The
old house was the same, but his mother
had gone away. At the club new face;
greeted him. Selfish, narrow, aimles.
men stagnated in the little town. Hi
felt then and there like taking the mex
train back where he could breathe the
pure. sweet air and feel the freedom
and ambition of the plains.
A relative was to entertain that even
ing, and he was the guest Of honor
He came in little late, and paused {
moment In the corridor. Looking acros.
the room, he saw the object of hii
dream, the Priscilla Of long ago. Sh,
was certainly lovely. but
Accustomed as he was to read human
nature. he saw In that face everything
which he left out of his ideal.
She had thrown him over for a rici
man. He had thought that she had beer
forced TO It by her parents, and hat
pitied her so much.
She looked so compliment. so self
satisfied. so worldly. Everything sh'
did seemed to he foy affect