The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-05-13

slOCker. rose. rose, not GuggenslOcker.
No. no, \ rose only, He fancied he
caught a sly look of triumph in her
uncle's swift glance toward her. But
Uncle Caspar was not a rose. He was
Guggenslocker. Observation-Disclosures
or, Still he did not look the part; no.
indeed. That extraordinary man a
butcher. a gardener, a-and Aunt
Yvonne? Yet they were ~Guggenslock-
ers.
Here is the waiter" the girl OBJ
served TO his relief. Il am famisbed
after my pleasant drive. 1t was so
bracing. was it not, Mr.. Grenfall Lor-
ryT'
Give me a mountain ride always as
an appetizer he said obligingly. and
so ended the jest about a name.
The orders for the dinner were given.
and the quartet sat back in their chairs
TO await the coming of the soup. Gren-
fall was still wondering how she had
learned his name, and was on the
point of asking several times during
the conventional discussion of the
weather. the train and the mountains.
He CONSIDERABLY refrained. however,
unwilling 10 embarraSs her.
Aunt Yvonne tells me she never ex-
pcctpd To see me alive after the station
agent autographed that we were com
ing overland ia that awful old carriage.
/ The agent AT P says it is a danger
Gus road. ut the very edge of the noun
tain. lie also increased the composure
} - m r4p.I. mud aat.F Hu fnIIspr tbarn
that a wagon rolled off yesterday. kill
Ing a man. two women and two horses.
Dear Aunt Ivonne. how troubled you
must have been!"
III confess there were times when |
thought we were rolling down the
mountain" said LOrry. with a relieved
shake of the head.
Sometimes | thought we were soar
Ing through space. whether upward or
downward | could not tell. We never
failed 10 come TO earth, though, did
We" she laughingly asked.
"Emphatically! Earth and a little
grief" he said. putting his hand to his
head.
Does it pain your she asked quick
ly.
Not In the least. | was merely feel
ing to see If the cut were still there.
Mr.-Mr. Guggenslocker, did the con-
ductor object to holding the train?" he
asked, remembering what the conduc-
tor had told him of the old gentleman's
actions.
AT first, but l soon convinced him
that 1t should be heidi said the other
quietly.
My husband spoke very harshly to
the poor man." added Aunt Yvonne.
But l am afraid, Caspar, he did not
understand a word you said. You were
very much excited" The sweet old
hdy's attempts at English were much
more laborious thar her husbands.
If he did not understand my Eng
fish he was very good at guessing"
said her husband grimly.
HE told me you had threatened to
call him out" ventured the young man.
Call him out? Ach, a railroad con-
ductorr' exclaimed Uncle Caspar In
fine scorn.
"Caspar, | heard you say that you
would call him out" i~nterposed his
wife, with r~eproving eyes.
"Ach, God. | have made a mistake!
| see it all! 1t was the other word I
meant-down, not QUIT | intended to
call him down, as you Americans say. |
hope he will not think l challenged
him" He was very much perturbed.
Il think he vas afraid you would"
said Lorry.
He should have no fear. ! could not
meet a railroad conductor. VIII you
please tell him | could not so conde-
scend. Besides, dueling is murder in
your country, l am told"
ut usually is, sir. Much more so than
in Europe" The others looked at him
inquiringly. Il mean that in America
when two men pull their revolvers and
20 to shooting at each other some n
Is autobiography both. In Europe,
as l understand it. a scratch with q
sword ends the combat"
You have been misinformed." ex-
claimed Uncle Caspar, his eyebrows
elevated.
why, Uncle Caspar has fought more
duels than he can count" cried the girl
proudly.
And has he slain his man every
dmeT' asked Grenfall smilingly, glanc-
ing from n to the other. Aunt Yvonne
shot a ~reproving look at the girl, whose
face paled instantly, her eyes going
quickly in alright to the face of her
uncle.
"Godw Lorry heard the old gentle
man mutter. He was looking at his bill
Of fare, but his eyes were fixed and
staring. The card was crumpling be-
tween the long, bony fingers. The
American realized that a forbidden
topic had been touched upon.
"He has fought and he has slain" he
thought as quick as a fash. HE is no
butcner. no gardener. no cobbler. That's
certainr'
Tell us. Uncle Caspar. what you
said to the conductor" cried the young
lady ~neryously.
Tell them. Caspar. how alarmed we