The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-10-08

more and more wealth. he had passed
out OF their lives without even a
sight OF die child.
And low, or course. with Mrs.
Downs death. something must lie
done. Doubtless his sister had had
intimate friends among her own sex.
The prob4em would be solved some
how.
And It was, but not just as he had
expected.
Edith settled it for herself. when she
came to greet him. big-eyed, slender,
lly-like and sorrowful. The daughter
was her mother of their honeymoon
days.
Yates reached cut his arms with n
great cry. The paternal instinct
awoke with a rush that robbed him
Of speech. But the girl understood.
She was the sort who could read men
Alright.
From that hour Edlth's happiness
and social success We're Of more Vial
Interest 10 Henry Yates than the ae-
quirement OF stocks and bonds. The
latter We're useful only In f|urtherlng
her interests.
Mr.. Yates built n palace on Million
aires row aud cursed In his heart the
social lights who Withheld their beams
from his lovely daughter.
A lordtsnE Of depleted fortune but
lrreproachable social connections came
and saw but did not condnef. Yates
said the price was too high, and his
daughter, curled up In his ~never.fail-
Ing arms, thanked him between sobs
Of JOY.
But all this did not help matters
when Allen Houston appeared On the
horizon, and, 50 far as Edith was ION.
cerned, filled II completely. Young
Houston had a small patrlmony n ire
mendous fund Of ambition, and the
profile of a poet.
Henry Yates said no." Edith re.
membered the lonely years her father
had spent, talked pathetically, yet not
waveringly, of duty" and Houston
flung himself into the wilds Of the
west.
Edith did not grleye openly, but the
loving eyes OF her father were not 10
be deceived. lie became restless and
anxious, and so they decided that New
York was unbearable and the sight of
New Orleans during the Mardl Gras
would do them both good.
Mr.. Yates planned the trip without
consulting Edith. They would 20 ia
Memphis by rail and there board ono
of the old fashioned sternwheel river
boats for New Orleans.
Somehow, with the sting Of soclol
failure and the mad rush of his busI.
ness life wearing upon him Yates
was hungry for the old llfe-Ilfe he
had known when he was only "AIr.
clerk" Of THE Belle of the West"
Those were the days when the Yates
fortune was represented by three fig
ures, and during those river trips he
had laid the foundations for the pros
perity which now ran into eight hc
ures.
They reached Memphis at night, but
he insiestod upon a glimpse of the ma.
1estic sheet of swirling, yellow water.
1t was like meeting an old friend. he
declared, and, with Edith's arm held
close TO his side. he added:
Il never realized how tired | was un.
I'll | got within sound of my old
friends voice"
The next morning they went ON
board the Valley Queen. Yates thrill.
ed IS his foot touched the deck. He
walked brlskly 10 the little window
on the saloon deck and exclaimed:
MIR. Clerk. | want two of your best
rooms TO New Orleans"
n blue coated figure came close to
me window, a strong, masculine hand
held out some keys, ard a voice
which made Mr.. Yates start answered,
The best two ON board. Mr.. Yates,
and hope you VIII find your trip