Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1904-06-10

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we snail be very good iflehdS. / nave
been so alone In the world it makes me
very happy to be with you
Miss Della drew down her mouth
with a sarcastic
well. dear mer'
Then Marie Cannon, a remarkably
pretty fair-haired girl, came through
TO the yeranda followed by tall, 1.-THE
young girl with soft dark hair and
large dark eyes, her face being more
interesting titan pretty.
Girls, this is Miss Durham. I have
taken her by main force from her
writing. She has been lndustrlously
scribbllng away while we were loung-
Ing about trying to kill time"
Really, Miss Cannon" laughed Miss
Durham, after greetings had been ex-
changed, and Della, finding the new
conner had little claim to good looks.
had been almost gracious. really, |
do not deserve that at all You see,"
she said, tufalng brightly to the other
three, Il am very much of fraud.
My Imagination Is really not at all fer
tile and my little yarns almost with
out exception are founded on some 1t
lie experience OF my own, enlarged
and garnished with detailed deserip-
lions OF what might have been. A lit
tie incident that occurred In Cuba sug-
gested quite a tale to me, and | was
anxious to jot 1t down before 1t es-
capped me-"
Poppy and Peggy Immediately dis
graced themselves and Miss Della's
leadership by most objectionable dis
play of curiosity, and with one voice
plead for details Whereupon Della,
with the usual dropping of the corners
OF her mouth, settled herself against
the veranda pillar and prepared to be
bored.
Fortunately Miss Durham was not
familiar with Della's signal code and
went on quite easily:
at was really very trlflng occur
renee, but sometimes very little thing
will suggest quite romance. | sup
pose 1t was more the novel surround
ings which set my mind to working.
l was-perhaps you know-on the Ca
zette- They sent ME to Cuba for
couple of weeks to write up the con
dltion of certain things In which the
paper Is interested, and while there, |
met young man connected with the
Havana T. At his insugation |
dashed Off a worthless little Diamond
Dick sort of story with Cuban set
ting and he translated, and published
II.
zone evening, shortly after, as | en-
tered my hotel, | came face to face
with an old friend whom l had not
seen since his graduation from college,
over three years ago. After that my
short time In Cuba passed very quick
ly. The day before we sailed our fun
ny little landlord quite outdid himself
In our behalf During my whole stay
there | underwent process of slow
starvation because nearly every article
of food was 80 highly seasoned with
garlic. On this day, having heard that
Americans were extremely fond of Ice
cream, they had some for our partlcu-
lar benefit, and we were struggling
bravely to eat It'll Such a connection!
Cornstarch and-cornstarch! And Just
rs was wondering how | could snug
gle the remainder of mine into my
handkerchief, without being seen, in
stalked a verltable Bluebeard of a Gu
ban, calling loudly for Mr. Dunn.
started. landing some Ice cream over
my shoulder. and gave one look: then
my heart went into my boots. John
Dunn is my nom de plume; having
been told repeatedly that my style
of writing Is masculine, 1t pleased my
fancy to write under that name.
BEFORE l could collect myself. Mr..
Gum had risen and was saying he
represented Mr.. Dunn and IL he-the
Mr. Bluebeard any business with,
or concerning that gentleman. to call
half an hour later and II should he at
tended to.
but Bluebeard had no intention of
waiting, and explained himself with
ont preamble In that trashy little tale
| had written and which, contrary TO
hN NAANhldllVASf uhAA hNth puhilsnBt
under my name had told of a certain
black hearted scoundrel living back In
the mountains, working out all sorts
of diaboneal schemes under cloak OF
honored respectability> My stock of
Cuban names being decidedly limited,
fired one OF the proyerbial random
shots.
But now my story leaves dull real
lty far in the background for. II tells
how the hero sprang to his feet grasp.
Ing his revolver and declaring he was
Mr. Dunn. how Bluebeard would not
be pacliled and all kinds OF dire ealam-
tiles followed While In reality every
thing was quickly and quietly eX-
planned. aud after a good laugh. In
which every one present Joined, we
Invited our visitor TO have some of
that awful ice cream We sailed next