Arizona republican., 1898-10-07
THE OLD
 SILVER TRAIL.
BY MARY E. STICKNEY.
Continued rom Yesterday.)

Harvey Neil. bolsiercI up with many pillows in his bed nt. the Palace hotel. leaked cut at he snail segment of land s1a,se to i:e seen between tlie iouPed-
 kacll curtains of lis window. with an
 pathetic. disgust for it all Ina; hardly is:U!l sh:.,,c of words even in his thoughts lie had teen Fl of that form of tyrilI:s known ns mountain fever. and
 .;,c Goc;nr- i:i order 10 give him ail Ess- sihle at,ei:tion, had induced he young
 ill;iri to allow himself to Ee thought here from his cabin at tli,. mine Here he had been for nearly three weeks rov, his
 rer.-c:s ion:' far most of tiic t;Inc dulled
 beyond ice;l for any thing outside of the
 hot d;sccI,.ro of his bed aud ti,c ,-roy-- ing grievance of over-ElCrl beef tea: but EoEv llc was fast mcnslinr the pro- test Of lis appetite taking form in an intense desire for varied and generally ts.broed forr;s of refreshment, while otlacr interests of life were gradually | reaw akcning.
 He had made, his nurse move the bed nearer the window. that he might look cut; hut there was l;tt!c nf entertain n.cnt to Ee derived there. Tho room was at the back of the house, overlook iI:e ti.e creek, and T few struggling cab i1ls, their lack yards abruptly slop:ng to the stream, while behind them showed the dreary sequence of bare, harn-iike buildings housing the aban iOEed process of treating ores, each at. rit:on in the line a little lower and smaller than i:s predecessor. so that tine whole wore an air of having been drawn out Ike q cunning continuance Of Chi Eese boxes. .eyund the iEilI were the iree-fringed tops of the hills hedging he creek where the Tontown road crept along by its side: and many a inc, as he looked. it had seemcti to Neil as though the old hill l.a.l dis solved to nothingness.. so clear before his staring eyes was the shaded vissa f roadway where a young girl in a broad-brimned hat and dainty mus lin gown seemed forever looking at him in smiling greeting.
 | To-day, however, he was hardly thinking of the Tontown road or even of Dorothy Meredith; hardly thinking
  y.eariness of this environment which held for him nothing that at he nso- raent he was willing to reckon good. He was so tired of 1t all; so heart sick; so hor,es:cll. He had spared his mother knowledge of his sickness, sit ting rp in bed now and then to pencil her brief scrawls for which he apol0- gized on special pleas of haste; but now, lying here alone ia the dreary little hotel chamber. he felt himself fairly starving for her sympathy. her iencompassing love. He longed to go away, to be at home, to forget Windy Gulch. tEe Tomtown road-eveTythin His mind was so weary Of traversin- over ard over the sane treadnill roun- of thought, thoughts which began ar. ended with her, Dorothy Meredith
 Why should he keep alive a memory
 which could hold for him nothing O sweetness that was not swallowed 1T
 in chagrin? 1t was time he learned tn. lesson of forgetting; but here, wher,
 everything served to recall her, it wa
 impossible. lie must get away. H. would tell the doctor so when he came again.
 lie turned restlessly on the pillow, lis tening to the nurses returning step with an invalid's peevish fretfulnes: that she stayed so long away. There was no sound in the house save thf faint clatter Of dishes in the distant kitchen, where preparations for sup per were evidently going on- Outside
 sounded the faint systole and diastole of some fsT-a;Tay engine and the reg ular dull munchiDg Of the stamp-El1
 Gil it's endless hard pabulu-n: while
 every now and then, as though feeling bound to rouse the place from its sleepy lethargy, q tame r,agpic dowr the street would vent it's whole reper toire of speech in a series of shrill hal loos, like a telephone girl gone mad Just 50. Neil remembered. this mis cradle bird had been screaming Wher
 he had locked his last upon Dorothy Meredith, when she was coming out o the hotel door in her black gown, seem ing like the ghost of the girl whose vild-rcse lovcliness had heen clssped to his heart but the day before. They were I1iAlDsg Ter ucs1u 70 OiCueii'1Iit U be made ready for the long journey cast and ill company with her fathers at torney. who had come to her at once upon learning of the awful tragedy the girl was just entering the carriae-,
 that u as to follow the hearse do.TE the Canyon read.
 She had to the last refused to see him. even though Ee lad poured Iii:
 heart out in a letter that pleaded his right to comfort her. heegiEg for bu: one kind word She had merely ar
 syccred him in few curt lines whicI
 had neither formal beginning nor-sis-:.si turc: 'It may be my fault if you have l:een mistaken, but I do rot care fcl you in the way yor:r letI CT would imply arid | owe it to him never to see you
 again. It is the only atonement I car
 make"
 And she had meant t. every ruthles:
 word If there had been any question
 aa to that in Ncil's mind, he must have
 been rndeceived when i,er eyes, ali ret