Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1902-11-28


her 10 school on his little cart. he
taught her 10 ride when older ana
when her favor was 10 longer TO De
won by snowy kittens or sugafea
sweetmeats he had laid mt her feet a
mans strong love. heart that was
brave and loyal and true as steel.
And she-she thought of the face she
had seen for the first time but one
short month before. the dark, hand-
some face that had lighted into a look
of involuntary admiration at sight Oh
her, the face of the wealthy city stran-
ger-Edgar Reynolds.
Only one month ago, and already the
lustrous eyes had learned to watch Tor
his coming, already the girlish heart
had learned to throb at his voice.
And he? No wonder he was fasci-
mated by that fresh young face. and as
the days went by he smiled to see now
the love of the woman crept into the
innocence of the child. And so when
Philip Howard asked her for her love
she had no heart to give him. She told
him so with womanly tenderness aud
pity, and he had left her presence
very sad. very silent man.
The following day broke fair and
bright, wi,n golden sunlight on the hill
tops and une-time mists In the valley.
Along the white, winding road lead
ing to the village. in the GOODNESS OF
the dewy morning. walked Florence
Thorne.
The birds are singing their mathis In
the tree tops; the brook Is laughing as
1t ripples Ger its pebbly bed. In the
midst of all this glorious sylvan beau
ty the elasticity Of youth reasserts IT.
self. and the girls step grows lighter,
her heart happier, till she almost for
gets her little troubles
In the village she posts her letters
and turns to retrace her steps. she
meets many laborers ON their way to
work, and each man touches his hat
and smiles pleasantly on seeing the
bright, pretty face, for, young as she
is, she has spent many hours helping
with kindly offices and gentle pity
their wives and little ones.
Coming home. she passes a house
that stands In its own grounds-a
house with snowy curtains, stretching
verandas and well rolled tennis
ground attached. 1t is far more pre-
tentious than her own cosy house. And
we'll 1t may be. for 1t Is the boarding
house of this rustic little village. 1t is
filed with fashionables Just now who
have fled from the crush and heat Of
the city. and, among others, Edgar
Reynolds
At the gate sudden thought strikes
her. The housekeeper's little child Is
very ILL., She will go in and inquire for
her. No one save the servant can be
up yet. She pushes open the gate and
noiselessly fits up the garden path to
the rear of the house.
She accomplishes her mission and is
returning, when she sees fluttering on
the path before her a sheet of creamy
note paper She picks 1t up and
chances around. 1t must have blown
from window left open ON retiring.
Yes, there is one directly overhead.
She Is about to take it to the house
keeper to return to its owner, when her
ewes chance to fall on two words writ
ten in firm. bold hand, Florence
Thorne." 1t is but short letter. and
the girl, forgetting all honor in the In
tensity OF her surprise. reads every
word of it almost before she knows
what she has done. 1t runs:
Dear Will-Expect me back on
Thursday. Am tired of rusdcating. 1t
would have been an unbearable bore
were 1t not for an awfully pretty girl,
flirting with whom has helped to pass
the time. She Is the daughter of Allen
Tborne. the millionaire's brother, you
know. Made n fool of himself by
marrying a school teachers daughter
wears ago. Florence Thorne Is a shy,
wild rose-poor pretty and proud as a
princess-but | couldn't afford to ruin
nv prospects for her, you know. Much
as | could do to keep from losing my
heart in earnest Had half mind to
throw over Agatha Yere's thousands,
but-pshaw. the bank account carries
the day"
There is little more relating to busl-
ness matters. then the letter closes
with the hastily scratched signature.
Edgar Reynolds"
The girl stands stiff and rigid in the
bright morning sunlight, great star
tied horror in her eyes. All the pretty.
childish beauty dies in the strained in
tensity of that gaze.
Hank. Is that some one coming?
For moment she lifts her hand to
her head In confused. helpless way
Then, crushing the letter into her
bosom, she turns and flies fast as her
leaden weighted feet will bear her
down the path. through the gate. along
lac dusty hlghway-home.
Her uncle came to her on receipt Of
Philip Towards letter. stating how iii
she was, his lonely old heart warming
with love toward his brother'a ory,han