The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1902-12-18

and rise above the mesa walls OF the
| little town; sometimes they galloped
through the narrow trails of the re-
moter hills. but always she listened,
smiling half sadly. half raptly, and al
ways he told his quaint jokes. his true
tales Of real fairies, and his romances
of the Babylons she might never see.
One day he got a fat letter from the
East. and when he had read II and
laughed over 1t. and held up the check
which it brought, he ran into the hall
way and called for Miss Eulalle. She
had ridden into town. her father said.
ITO trade" Maurice went to the cor
raj and saddled his pony. 1t was sat
urday, his holiday. He galloped gally
down the dusty road. shifting the hot
wind and twlrling his quirt like a man
with good news. He met Eulalie In
the main street. just mounted upon her
old white pony. and waved bis letter
at her.
Aunt Won werdou IS dead. Miss Eu-
lalie," he said. stopping aud looking
at her merrily.
THAT one that gave the tea party to
the cats aud klttensf But you're sor-
~. amt you. Mr. Mauricez" she asked
wondering al bis leyity.
"Yeg-znd no. You see. she had only
two reasons for liying-cats and me-
She preferred the cats. and-then she
was old beyond eomputatIon-but
viii say that she did better by me
than had a right TO expect Seer
I She has left me s500l shall have
money to burn" And his eyes looked
wistfully up the heat-scourged street
with It's reeking barrooms. its empty,
wooden sidewalks and its dreary same
ness Of frame-shanty stores. "Wnl
you wait till l cash this check, Miss
Eulalie?" he added; I'D like to ride
home with you"
She rode into the shade of the town
well and let her pony drink while he
went to the bank. But when he came
back she said: les train time, Mr..
Maurice" with a poutlng little grim
ace): you know love to see the train
20 past. The Overland sidetracks here,
and I'D like to look at the people. Then
you might see somebody you know"
He laughed again at her childlike Gu
rIosity, and they paced down the street
toward the station. The Overland
whistIed as they rode into the space
by the depot and down by the side
track where the red watertank steam
ed In the burning sunlight. He thought
she looked very beautiful as they wait
ed there. for he was accustomed to
the rough buckshn gloves she always
wore. and he knew that the grace
which made her homespun gown seem
picturesque and appropriate. was none
of the dressmaker's art. The choking
sand swept down from the red mesa
and busted her ebon hair as it hutter-
ed abroad In the blistering wind The
little drops of persplration that started
and trickled down her brown cheeks
made muddy streaks upon her hand
kerchlef ms she wiped them away
The train, grooming and trembling as
It slowed down past them, brought
with 1t n tornado Of dust and piper
that hid from him the sweet mouth Of
the girl beside him. but when he look
ed up he saw that his face was near
the window of a private car Within
he could see the white and silver SPLEEN
dor of the travelling palace. In the
sconces of the walls were cut flowers
and lush vines trailing between the
windows. AS the hiss of the engine
, ceased he could hear the tlnkIlng mu-
! sic Of a serenade that he had not heard
; since he left New York.
: Lets ride up to the forward win
( dow Miss Eulalle," he said. Some
I body is playing the plano"
2 When they were opposite the win
] dow they could see woman seated
r Mt the instrument, but as their shad
ows fell across the light she rose ant
, came. facing them, AS ii TO draw tn,
e shades. Eulalie saw the lily white
p ness of her face. the great blue eyes