Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1898-11-16

rapidly with the leaders. and watched
that they never lost sight OF him sin.
gle day. All this young man wanted
was opportunity. He would rise TO the
occasion, for that he vouched.
The session came TO an end. The cleo
ton was near at hand. and every men,
Der FASTENED home 10 look after his
fences. 1t was the hardest struggle of
his life 10 decide upon course Of ac-
tlon with regard TO his aristocratic
wife. Take her home? Leave her
here? He suggested the latter course.
Il have been thinking a good deal
think | shall accompany you. You
know, dear. ! have never seen your
| papa and mamma. | have formed my
own ideas OF them, and am real anxious
to see them. They must be just charm
ing people to have a son like my Ally"
ALLY" Is what she always called
him. But there was no music In the
sound of the sweet diminutlve, as she
uttered 1t on this fatal morning after
breakfast. Brownlee had headache,
and was not as responsive to his wfe's
affectionate caresses ms usual.
We'll, I'm not ashamed of 'em, any
how" he replied In desperation.
They packed their things and left
town the next evening.
If Mrs. Brownlee In her buoyant
trustfulness anticipated scenes of greet
Ing in which mingled the picturesque
effects Of summer residence on the
banks of Lake Como, as described by
Claude Melnobte with the other details
Of romantic stage illusions. which be-
guile the senses. Of girl who has seen
only the fashionable side of life, her
anticipations were somewhat dampen-
ed when they stepped off the train in
the dark and found themselves on
platform where some rough looking
men were lounslng about under the
canopy Of a projecting roof that was
shelterlng them from drcary rainfall
They seemed TO recognize the member
OF Congress, despite his disguise, for
he wore q fashionable overcoat and a
closely rolled umbrella, though he had
exchanged his silk hat for Derby.
After some whispering the knot Of
loungers grayitated toward them.
"Dog my oats, BILL" called out one.
'if this ain't Smith Brownlee Hello,
Smith got back, have yo'?" slapping
him on the back. MY, but yo' look
putty, Come ERE, Jim; look at i'm.
Would We know I'm eff yo' met I'm on
dark road? Say. Smith, yo' must
a-struck 1t rich when we sent yo' to
Congress. When yo left var yo didn't
have an overcoat to yo' back an I'll
leave 1t to the crowd, now, did 'e?'
Smith tried to take 1t as joke. He
| laughed softly and introduced his wife
in the ill-lighted waiting-room whittier
the delegation Of his constituents had
| followed. They removed their hats and
stared at the lady like n lot of bump
] kins; but this diversion continued only
/ until the most loud-spoken constituent
could think of saying something that
was intended for a compliment to Mrs.
Brownlee, but which rlcochotted upon
her husband In the form of another
rude sally at the metamorphosis Of his
condition, when they all hawhawed in
! chorus.
Mrs. Brownlee was beginning to get
her Ill., and she pinched her husband :
arm as a signal to break away and HE
TO the bosom OF his family. Brownlee
cursed himself and the crowd, and for
the first time In his life felt sorry that
he ever married. Outwardly, however.
he gave no token of his chagrin, but
smiled and cracked jokes and clutched
at every straw that promised him relI,f
from the merclless persifage of his Ill
bred constituents. He finally managed
10 get his wife and himself into a foul
smelling little country bus that carried
passengers; and hoarse shout that
sounded half derlsive TO the well-train
ed perceptlve faculties of Mrs. Brown
lee went up from the platform through
the darkness and rain as they drove
away.
Brownlee told the bus driver to stop
| ~ iuc hotCds hlC oiO, bul Vic p"aSA
was tearing down that part Of the
building where the rooms for guests
we're located, to rebuild, he said "agln
| court time" and there was no place
there for them. So there was nothing
to do but what Brownlee, in the most
desperate calculation OF his chances,
had never contemplated even as last
resort-stop at his home.
Daisy" said he, in hoarse voice.
as the bus splashed through the mire
of the road; Daisy" softly taking her
hand In his, "are You prepared to make
a sacrifice for greater. hope, than
any shall ever ask you 10 make for
me again IN all our lives
She said yes wearlly, with her
head swaying loosely on her shoulders
Ike a sick child's; what do you ask
mef"
That You will not hate or despise Inc
when Introduce you to my father and
mother" hs said tenderly.