Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1901-06-22
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>Hazleton Avery's favorite room, for
its windows opened on the blue hills
of Milton, the highest point of land
upon the coast between Texas and
that he could stand at these win
dows and sec all the ships that sail
ed into Boston harbor ten miles
away.
But it was not the view nor the
room that interested Jack Pendleton,
as with brows knit into a savage
frown he strobe up and down wait
ing for the parsons daughter. The
piazza door opened, and throught it
came pretty, dainty Lizzie Avery,
her blue eyes sparkling and her
hands full OF roses. She threw one
at the big brown fellow, who caught
it, touched it to his lips, and fastened
it in the lapel of his coat. Then he
drew her fondly to him and shower
ed kisses on her blushing face.
"You are as black as ii thunder
cloud. Why, you look positively
dangerous, Jack. What oppresses
thee so sore?" laughed the girl.
Pm down on my luck, Liz. The
Deacon has gone lame. Now l shall
have to draw him, forfeit my en-
trance fee, and that means the devil
of a fix all around for me. You see,
Liz, I've gambled pretty heavy on
the old horse. He stood dead sure to
win that race, and I've put all the
money could get takers TOR on him,
private bets that'll clean me out"
"Oh, Jack, after your promise"
"Yes, know l promised your
father that after this race I'd retire
from the turf for your sake. But
don't you see, Liz, this vvas my last
heat, and l stood to blow in as much
as couldP"
And now the Deacon has retired
you. Ny father is not fond of horsy
young men," interrupted the girl.
L y
you'd not make such remarks. l
know how your father feels about
my business. It's that that has kept
US apart so long. He came out
square the other night and told me
so. He's nothing against the Pendle-
ton family, they all travel in
straight harness, but Jack Pendle-
ton is horse of another color-it
you feel the same as your father,
Liz"
Don't be goose, Jack; like you
fairly we'll"
Fairly WELL" mimicked the big
fellow. I'D like fairly well to get
hold of your fathers horse, Seraph,
Liz You know Seraph is half
brother to the Deacon, and as near
like him as another pea. He's the
better horse of the two, and could
win that race hands down If your
father could only be induced to let
me take him."
MY father, clergyman, let you
take Seraph to substitute for Deacon
in race. | should like to see father
when you make that proposal, Jack
Pendleton," and the girl laughed 80
long and merrily that the big fellow
was halt-vexed.
"Oh, shan't give him any such
starter, Liz. l suppose he would
kick pretty high over the traces, but
all the same Seraph is too slick an
article to be i'll the hands of a par
SON"
"Does any one know that Deacon is
lame Jack?"
mo one but Joe Gatling, my rub
Der, and Joe is as dun as an oyster.
| want to keep it quiet. Oh, forgot
to tell you, Liz, that mother has been
taken sick in Chicago, and, coniound
the luck, Pve got to go out and bring
her home. | am going to start to
night, and, if am not back in time
on the day of the meeting, Joe will
draw the Deacon. There is no
chance of his getting right"
The Deacon was entered in the 2:2o
class. Lizzie Avery pulled out her
watch and looked at it anxiously.
In three-quarters of an hour the
horses would be called and where
was Jack? She said few words to
Joe Gatling, and passed out OF the
rear OF the stable.
At 3 o'clock ting-a-ling went the