The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1902-11-20

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 romanees
of the Babylons she might never see.
One day he got fat letter from the
East and when he had read II and
laughed over it. and held up the check
which 1t brought. he ran into the hall
way and called for Miss Eulalie. 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 gaily
down the dusty road. shifting the hot
wind and twirling his quirt like a man
with good news. He met Eulalie In
the main street. just mounted upon her
old white pony. and waved his letter
at her.
Aunt Won Werdon is dead. Miss Eu-
lalie," he said, stopping and looking
at her merrily.
THAT one that gave the tea party to
the cats and kittens? But you're sor-
ry, amt you Mr.. Maurice?" she asked,
wondering at his levity.
"Yes-and no. You see she had only
two reasons for living-cats and me.
She preferred the cats, and-then she
was old beyond computation-but
Will say that she did better by me
than | had right to expect. See?
She has left me $500. shall have
money to burn" And his eyes looked
wistfully up the heat-scourged street,
with its reeking barrooms. Its empty,
wooden sidewalks and its dreary same
ness of frame-shanty stores. "win
you wait till | cash this check. Miss
Eulalle?" he added; I'D like 10 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: It's train time. Mr.
Maurice with a pouting little grim
aceD; you know love to see the train
go past The Overland sldetracks here.
and I'd like to look at the people. Then
you might see somebody you know"
He laughed again at her childllke Gu
riosity. and they paced down the street
toward the station. The Overland
whistled 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 buckskln 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 1t fiutter
ed abroad In the blistering wind. The
little drops Of Precipitation that started
and trickled down her brown cheeks
made muddy streaks upon her hand
kerehlef as she wiped them away.
The train. grooming and trembling ai
II slowed down past them, brought
! with Il n tornado OF dust and paper
that hid from him the sweet mouth OF
the girl beside him. but when he look
ed up he saw that his face was neal
the window of a private car. Within
he could see the white and silver splen
dor OF the travelling palace. In TIL
sconces of the walls were cut flower
and lush vines trailing between tn
windows. As the hiss of the engine
, ceased he could hear the tinkling mu
! sic of serenade that he had not hear'
, since he left New York.
, Lets ride up to the forward win
( dow" Miss Eulalle." he said. "Some
I body Is playing the piano"
e Wher they were opposite the win
! dow they could see a woman seate'
r at the instrument, but AZ their shad
ows fell across the light she rose an,
!, came, facing them. as II to draw tn
e shades. Eulalie saw the lily white
p ness Of her face, the great blue eyes