The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1899-03-09
CHAPTER X.

CHAPTER X.
oh, Lilac. do look! Isn't he hand
some?"
and her companion put down her mag
ayipa reluctantly. because current pub
,,,ations we're a new and enjoyable
Injury 10 her She had delighted in
hooks all her life But her books had
been old ones. chiefly written by men
who were long since dead and gone
and she was experiencing all the charm
that lies in modern magazines and the
newest NOVELETTE, charm of reading
something newly written by men and
women of her own period. whose minds
we're affected by what affected her own,
and whose ideas were being enjoyed by
the world at the same time that she en-
joyed them.
1t was their first day at sea after
their weeks railway ride from San
Francisco and a good many admiring
glances had been cast at the two girls.
whose appearance contrasted so strong
" as they sat on deck by the side of
the handsome old major. with his
white hair and fierce military nous
tache
"Do look. Lilac" she said again
4 isn't he a handsome fellow-that man
writing in the bamboo chair?"
q "What-the little fat man with the
black moustache?" asked Lilac.
Sabina almost forgot to whisper.
Not that fright! The Adonis at the
other side. with the golden moustac he
and the rough artistic-looking hair. !
think he is the haudsomest man l have
ever Scent
Lilac followed the direction Of her
glance, and her eyes suddenly met a
pair of the bluest and sunniest that she
attention must have been attracted by
Sabina's movements, had looked up
from his writing and their eyes met SO
directly that Lilac dropped hers al
once, and blushed with annoyance to
think that the man had caught her
staring at him. She took up her book
again. and was trying to find her
place. when she found that the major
was speaking to her.
'Impertinent fellow, to stare in thai
manner! has was saying. argrily. 'l
suppose he Is not a friend of yours
Miss Marvel?"
Lilac knew that the majors eyes were
directed to the other side of the deck
where the handsome stranger sat. but
her own did not travel thither again.
II know so few people, Major EN-
mott, that it would be very remark
able If l met an acquaintance here,
she said. 81 have certainly seen no ia.
miliar faces so far"
We'll, the fellow seemed to stare
very much" said the old soldier irri.
tably. 81 almost think it would be bet
ter if English ladies adopted the Turk
ish custom when travelling"
He resumed his reading as he spoke
leaving Lilac with the unpleasant i'm
preston that he considered her il
attention.
Lilac returned to her book wonder
ing what Sabina would propose to Dc
when her father strolled away to en-
10y a cigar But the story she wa:
reading was so interesting that the
wonder soon, died out of her mind, a!
well as the fact of Miss Emmott's ex
istence, for the tale was about a rancl
on the prairie, and all her thoughts
went back to the life that she had lief
and from which she seemed already 81
completely severed.
She did not notice when Major EN-
ing the heroine of the story as sh
went about her duties on the ranch
and even when Sabina left the chat
on which she had been sitting Lila
did not perceive that she was alone
She went on reading interestedly, 70
the girl of the prairie tale was bein
made love to by an Englishman Sh
sighed when it ended sadly. for tn
III the sNOly was
and the poor little prairie girl died bro
ken-hearted
There were tears in her eyes whe
she closed the book. and she brushe
them away hastily as Sabina's vote
sounded in her ear.
Let me introduce Mr.. Mark Now
bray to you. Lilac Miss Marvel-Mr
Mark Mowbray.
Lilac could scarcely hide her sur
prise when she looked up to find tina
the gentleman who was being intro
duced to her was the stranger OF tn
dropping golden moustache and tn
sunny blue eyes. She held out he
hand almost mechanically, scarcel
hearing the conversational phrase
with which Mr.. Mowbray took It, Sa
Dina was running on volubly.
Isn't Mr.. Mowbray like Lieutenau
Cardew. dear? 1t Is a remarkaol
likeness. But forgot--of course 20
DO not know him. Travelling Is s
wretched when you know NOBODY
DON'T you think so, Mr. Mowbray'