The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-07-07
EAR c.: Meet me at the
Wheelmen's Rest on the
South pike at 5:45 tomorrow

1 I
South pike at 5:45 tomorrow
evening. We can talk the matter over
on our wheels. Very aGrectionately,
ELSA"
Clifford Swan sat on an Office stool
and turned this little note in his fingers
at the same time that he turned its i'm
port over in his mind. The clerk who
sat near him could not resist an in
quisitiye impulse to look at Mr.. Swans
face, and he saw that Mr.. Swan was
smiling satisfaction at himself; also,
he saw that the little piece of paper In
Mr. Swans fingers was a feminine
note, and he drew conclusions. That
clerk would have greatly amused him
self with putting teasing questions to
Mr.. Swan il the latter had not been his
superior in the bank. So the clerk
held his peace and wondered what
there was in the note TO make Swan /
look so happy.
Clifford Swan took another dive into |
the four lines of very modern feminine
handwriting to refresh his memory as |
to the wording, and then he meditated /
again. 1t was, no doubt, an original
way of answering his rather old-fash- |
Toned proposal, but her originality was
always one of Elsa's great charms to
this devoted lover. The idea Of meet
Ing girl at clubhouse on purpose to
discuss a proposal of marriage with
I her while taking a spin! And then
! there was something so peculiarly SEN
}, sble in the phrase talk the matter
! over" Elsa really was very sensible
Z glrl-so sensible as to be all the more
piuuant for this quite extraordinary
+. good sense of hers. She was not the
/ sort of girl to do anything rashly; she
would calmly "talk the matter over"
while riding out in the cool of the
evening. Swan liked that deliberate
t way of looking at serious matter; he
s judged from it that Elsa would be for
: ever constant when she did make up
= her mind. True, she had already had
g four days to reply to his letter, but he
= had not the least doubt that in the end
- her decision would be favorable. Was
2 he not her Dear c." to begin with?
II So Clifford Swan smiled as he sat at
= his desk. Then he looked at his watch
and resolved to go and have lunch. He
ge put the watch into his vest pocket and
= =. folded the little note and looked for
the envelope from which he had some
what precipitately torn 1t when Elsa s
little brother had put 1t into his hands
quarter of an hour before. There
M M 1t was-a pink little envelope.
es The clerk next to Mr.. Swan at this
he point INDUCED his curiosity once more.
on He saw Mr.. Swan look with tender
70. smile at the envelope, and then lie saw
In IN, the smile faint and fade, and then he
ng observed that Mr.. Swan had turned
iu- pale.
ee'' "Are you feeling badly, Mr., SWAMI
the young man ventured to ask with
polite solicitude.
s sss Swan started and stared resentfully
,ot Feeling badly?" What do yol
~ meanY
"You look so pale. thought I nigh
'os get you a glass of water-or some
. thing"
=. "Thank you. Mr.. Edwards" sale
Ike Swan with a forced laugh. 81 dom
ger know that ever felt better in my life
. | believe I'll go out to lunch MOWER.
light breakfast this morning"
Z SO Swan took up the envelope an,
the note and reached for his straw hat
I He walked out of the bank, gazing a
. the address on the envelope, whic
was: Miss Clara Henderson. Ad
dressed" The inference was plair
4 That young brother OF Elsa's--"Youn
y Nick"-had had two notes to deliyel
- He was, in his own coneelt, Dor
I courier and scout, and 1t delighted hil
to ride his wheel all over the city, lea'
ing notes and messages. If there ha
4 been no note for Swan the boy woul
not have stopped at the bank at al
\ The wretched urchln had no doul
I whirled into the Henderson home, {
, I he had whirled into the bank, dashe
4 down his-Swan' State fraught lett,
with a curt, Letter for Miss Clara-r
! answer" and then sped away to cha
( up his last record of letter-carryin
4 Therefore 1t was certan-morally
that Clara Henderson by this time hs
I had the satisfaction Of reading throul
. her friends reply to Swans offer
marriage. So did Clifford Swan argu
! He ate no lunch worth mentionin
but sat and felt cold chllls runnil
!. 4 about all over him, although the the
mometer was far above 40 in L
4 shade, and the sun was shining brigl
- ly. This was because he knew ella
Henderson so well. If it had been an
lAg one else but that feather-headed-
lgnl That afternoon ring at the door b
lghl. of the Davis residence was soon folio
hree ed by sound as If hurricane had ST
iom denly been let into the front hall. L
W. rushing and rustlng was mingled WI
laughter.
. ooh, must see Miss Elsa. Yes, rig
away. Tell her I'm coming up to
- room."
1sN In less than one minute Clara was
her friends door, standing behind
~ servant, who was supposed to be
~ livering her message.
Elisa. Won't you let me in? I'm
tremendous rush, dear"
- SIN - glad to see you, Ola
III Couldn't you go tomorrow
al Go? Go where? Ha, ha! Ha. ha,
~ Elsa, don't be angry. 1t wasn't
fault. I'm awfully sorry. Young \