The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-08-28

OF the lover that was to come.
She did not dream of the lover that
was coming.
Sir Humphrey finished his cgar and
then went out into the garden. Mr..
Latimer said to the sharer Of his love
and sorrows-but not his port-that
he hoped Clarissa would have sense
To come in. Her health was too deli
cate for the night air.
1t was a maxim of Sir Humphreys
that, when your mind was made up
to a certain course, it was best TO
act promptly. He went in search of
Clarissa.
He came behind her as she stood on
the bank of the silver river, lost in
sweet dreaming. The soft, white even
ing gown, made in the quaint, beauti-
full fashion of a past generation, snow
ed the lines of her graceful figure.
She would look well surrounded by
the ancient carved oak furniture he
had bought in Tottenham Court Road.
He was standing at her side before
she recognized his presence. He look
ed very big and imposing in his even
ing clothes. A large diamond spark
led in his shirt front. Was this the
over Of her dreams?
When he had business in hand, it
was not Sir Humphreys custom to
beat about the bush. After remarking
on the beauty of the evening-so much
was customary even in strictly BUSH
ness conversation-he asked her If she
would be his wife.
For a moment she did not reply. Sir
Humphrey recognized the fact that
she was very beautiful and that love-
illness and the moonlight threw him
a little off his balance. He felt he
wanted to take her in his arms an
kiss her. The matter was getting be-
yond the strict regime of business.
He had never wanted to kiss anyone
before.
1t could, of course, be only a matter
of minutes-a little maiden hesitation
before he had the right to do so.
Minutes? Clarissa was speaking.
do you know my father, Sir Hum
phrey?"
mo, l have not that pleasure"
He anticipated no trouble in that
quarter. Vas he not Sir Humphrey
Potter?
Il think you will not-cannot-re-
new this proposal when l tell you that
that"
'sYes?" urged Sir Humphrey as
Clarissa paused.
He is in prison." she said, in a
voice scarcely audible, and turning
uerself away from him.
In PRISON." gasped Sir Humphrey.
There was silence. A faint breath
stirred the rushes and died away
again. A wakeful corncrake creaked
once and then subsidized, as if he were
alarmed by the noise he made in that
g eat stiffness.
Sir Humphrey was thinking. He
could not decide on the instant what
he should do. But the moonlight still
exercised it's power over him. He still
wanted to kiss her.
He was grateful for the interruption
that occurred before he was compelled
10 speak again. Miss Latimer came
through the trees and burst on them
Oreathlessly.
"Oh, I'm afraid it's awfully late, but
why, Sir Humphrey, l didn't see
you! I've been to post a letter"
Miss Latimer believed the truth to
be anything you could make people
believe.
Sir Humphrey had only one more
opportunity of speaking privately to
Clarissa that evening Clio Latimer's
powers of conversation were wonder
full. That he utilized by whispering
Il should like to renew our-er-con
versation in the morning.
Clarissa made nc reply.
Sir Humphrey retired early that
night, anxious for solitude, that he
might consider the situation. He want.