Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1900-10-24
Saved by Her Voice.
81 T was springtime and MONDAY In
III England. and the soft breath of the

- T was sprlngtime and MONDAY In
England, and the soft breath of the
year seemed laden with fragrant
promises of bloom and color, while over
the woods was stealing fairyllke man
tie of green.
On such day, and In such a scene as
this, Eyangeline Rohan felt as though
the world should hold nothing of strife
or pain or ugliness; indeed, the particu.
lar world in which she moved and
breathed and had her being held little
but the surface knowledge that such
things existed, for fate had favored
Eyangeline, and not content with be-
slowing on her beauty of person and
mind, had lowered her with the great
gift Of song in its divine perfection.
Now she sauntered down the wind
ing pathway that led from her castle
terrace to copse beneath.
A man followed her with hesitating
steps, as though he feared repulse IL
he presented himself too suddenly, took
courage to approach when the trees
yelled them from the castle windows,
and, though she made him welcome by
neither word nor sign, walked at her
side until the within seized her to seat
herself on bank and search for the
desultory flowers that were beginning
to peep here and there
1t was at this moment that a visitor
who had driven up to the castle in a
dogcart descended and asked for Mile.
Rohan. at
Il am afraid she is unable to see any,
one this morning." said the butler; ''she
is resting for tonight
Dr. Harrowden knit his brows in per-
plexity. He remembered that the sing
err had generously offered to throw open
her castle to the public on that night
and to give the first entertainment In
her new theater for the benefit of n
fund for wounded soldiers.
All the country were clamoring for
tickets. Fabulous prices had been paid
even for standing room, and report said
the diva, having spared no pains nor ex-
pense to make the occasion success,
was about to eclipse herself in new
part, specially written and composed
for her, in an operate adaptation of
i"Othello."
THE matter is very urgent one,"
said DIR. Harrowden, after a pause 81
have request to make of Mile. Rohan
that can only be made personally. If
you will risk her displeasure and allow
me to make my way to her will take
all the. blame. | may say 1T Is a ques-
ton almost of life and DEATH"
The man, who knew DIR. Harrowden
as one whose reputation. even In vii
lage practice, gave weight to his words,
yielded. and, telling him that made
molselle had taken the path toward the
copse, led him through the conserya-
tory and directed him to the shortest
way.
He came so suddenly upon the little
clearing where Evangeline was that
neither she nor her companion per-
ceived him. She was standing I'D. n
singular look on her beautiful face.
which was bereft OF its usual color, and
both her hands were outstretched be-
fore her as though to ward off some
thing that she dreaded, and that vet
fascinated her.
His face, dark-eyed, brown-skinned
one, with something in its southern in
tensity that married its handsomeness.
must have worn n threatening express.
sion, for she recoiled with a little cry
of alarm, and, turning, saw DR.. Har-
rowdon as he stepped toward her.
"Ah, DOCTOR she said, little shaken
still, but smiling, 1T is long time since
have seen you, which speaks well for
my health, though not for my hospi-
tally. But you are coming tonight,
hopeg'
You have asked me to the castle
most kindly" he answered quietly, "bpt
am busy man. as you know, made
moiselle, and have to deny myself many
pleasures. have ventured TO intrude
on you, for which You must please lay
the blame solely on me, because l have
a little patient down there iii the vii
lage whose recovery seems TO depend
entirely on you"
ION me.'
MY patient is little child who has
been at deaths door through fever, and
whose one desire, night and day, has
been to hear you sing. We thought it a
delirlous fancy that would pass, but 1t
,eems that, had she been well, she We