Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1902-11-21

Gillian couldn't help laughing at the
ingenious excitement of Dorothy, but
she measured her quickly aud whls-
so fiabbergasted."
He bought the waist all right. waited
respectfully for his parcel and walked
out without further embarrassln the
girl. When he appeared again next
morning Dorothy's heart failed her.
She had already exchanged two of her
sales OF the day before and she sus-
pected that the waist didn't tit after
ALL The young man saluted her with
quiet courtesy and bought n belt, Il
beautiful silken thing with silver orna-
ments, and love of pendant purse.
hardly day passed that he did not
come to buy something for his mother.
Dorothy found herself harrled With all
sorts Of guesses about him. He WAS
certainly very handsome. He must be
we'll Off. What a good son he must
be-always getting pretty things for
his mother. And good sons she
thought, always make good" She
was blushing furiously when In he
walked with his musical good-morning
and I'D like to buy some silk gloves
for"
"Your mother said Dorothy, won
lering at her own audacity.
Yes, please, miss. | think your Size
will tit her exactly"
She thought it little odd that he
Of gloves she wore, but she got out her
array of tilmy hand covers and he
bought generously. That was II red
letter day for Dorothy. She sold her
biggest bill-nearly $75 worth-and the
other girls and women began to envy
her this gallant prodigal young Gus.
toner, To make matters more inter
esttng, for the first time he now or
dered his purchases sent and for
hours after he was gone Dorothy,
greatly excited and pleased, she knew
not why, kept repeating his name and
address George II. Sherriek, POI
Butte street"
'Sherrickr George IL. Sherrick Z"
quoth Mrs. Gillian when Dorothy told
her the secret, why, he's the foreman
up at the Golden Chicken mine. He
lives with his mother up In Butte
street-old lady's an invalid rheu-
matte or something. They came out
here from Boston about the same time
you started In dt the store"
Butte street, like most OF the envi-
rons OF Red Cliff, was narrow, gorge
like thoroughfare with few houses.
Dorothy, perhaps by the merest accl-
dent, strolled out that way often when
the May Sunday afternoons grew hot
ter, but one sultry evening while she
was mile or 50 above the Sherrick
cottage, watching the chipmunks sour
rying among the rocks, sudden storm
broke like a cloudburst above the can.
yon and drove her down the road like
a scared rabbit. The downpour caught
her before she reached his house, and
as she was passing 1t. blinded by the
rain and deafened by the thunder, she
felt a strong hand laid gently on her
arm and In her ear well-remembered
voice, saying:
"You must come In, miss. If you
please, mother saw you running from
the STORM"
Thus reassured and right glad of
shelter, she permitted Sherrlck to lead
her into the coZy house.
MY mother, Miss" he paused for
her name.
"Dorothy-Dorothy Peterson" said
the girl, not looking up, and vaguely
mindful that his mother was lust her
size" she saw In the invalid's chair a
portly white-haired old lady, Of at least
200 pounds. The kindly voice of the
mother, however, drove all speculation
little wicker chair by the tea table.
and began to dream OF the old days
back East when her own mother was
alive, as tender and almost as ruddy rs
this soft-voiced young mans.
But afterward, when the storm had
they had walked nearly a block In hap
py silence before he said:
you've found me out, haven't you,
Miss PetersonY
How do you meanr' she said, hang
ing her head till her yellow curls hid
her face.
MY mother, you know" he an
swered trying to laugh easily. Il sup
pose, at least I'm afraid. you remem-
ber the waists and things | bought
Yes Her voice was very low
well, | might as well tell you the
truth. | didn't buy them for her noi
for anyone In particular. I'm II very
bashful man. Miss Dorothy, and | just
wanted to get acquainted with you. |
didn't know how to go about it. don't
you see? SO | kept going into your
store, buying things-anything you
recommended for-for--'
For your mother?' She looked up
shyly and laughed and-but what's the