The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1905-11-25

was full Albert made a picture or her
sitting in front Of a pretty cluster Of
small spruce trees, with the pail be-
side her and her sun hat trimmed with
ferns.
Your city friends will laugh at the
country girl you found down in Maine,"
she remarked as she looked at the
sketch, but as they will never see me.
I don't care"
My friends will never see it," he
answered quietly, only my sister.
And Il am going to bring her down
here next summer"
Tell me about her." said Telly at
once. rs she pretty"
II think So" replied Albert. 'She
has eyes like yours, only her hair is
not so light. She is a petite little body
and has a mouth that makes one want
to kiss her."
81 should Like to see her ever so
much" responded Telly, and then she
added rather sadly, 1--WE never had d
girl friend in my life. There are only
a few at the Cape of my age, and I
don't see much OF them. / don't mind
it in the summer, for then l work on
my pictures. but in winter 1t is so lone
some. For days / do not see any one
except father and mother or old Mrs.
Leach"
"And who is Mrs. LeachY"
"Oh, she's a poor old soul who lives
alone and works on the fish racks.
She is worse off than l am"
1t was a little glimpse into the girls
life that interested Albert, and. in the
light of what he knew of her history, a
pathetic one. Truly she was alone in
the world, except for the two kindly
souls who made a home for her.
You will go away tomorrow, | sup
pose,'' she said with a faint tone of
regret as they were rowing home.
Father said your boat was coming
after you today"
He looked at her a moment, while a
slight smile showed beneath his mus
tache. II suppose | shall have to-" he
answered. but l should like to stay
here a month. I've not made a sketch
of your house, even"
Il wish you would" she said with
charming candor, lit is SO lonesome
here, and then maybe you would show
me a little about painting"
Gould you endure my company
every day for a month"; he asked.
looking her full in the face.
Il don't believe you could endure
ours" she replied, dropping her eyes,
and then she added quickly: There is
a prayer meeting tonight at the Cape.
Would you like to go?"
Most certainly" he answered.
Albert had expected to see the Gypsy
in the harbor when they returned hat
afternoon, but was happily disappoint-
ed. Il hope they will stay at Bar Har-
Dor a week. he thought.
That evening when Telly appeared,
ready to be escorted to the prayer
meeting, he was certain that no fairer
girl was to be found anywhere.
She was dressed in simple white, her
masses of sunny hair half concealed by
a thin blue affair of loosely knitted
wool and had a cluster of wild roses at
her throat. 1t was a new and pleas
urable experience to be walking beside
a well dressed young man whose every
look and word bespoke enjoyment of
her society, and she showed it in her
simple, unaffected way.
That evenings gathering was a unique
one in Albert's experience and the re-
ligious ~obseryances such as he never
forgot. The place was a little square.
implanted building, and when Telly
and be entered and seated themselves
on one Of the wooden settees that stood
In rows not over a dozen people were
there. On a small platform in front
small desk. A few more entered after
they did, and then a ford faced man
arose and, followed by a short and
stout young lady, walked forward to
the platform. The girl seated herself
at the organ, and the man, after turn
ing up the lamp on the organ, opened
the book Of gospel hymns and said in
a nasal tone, I'VE will naow COM
mence our ~sarvices by singin' the Forty
third Psalm. and all are requested to
rise an jine." In the center Of the
DON hung a large lamp, and two more
On brackets at the side shed a weak
light on the gathering, but no one
seemed to feel it necessary to look for
the Forty-third selection.
Albert and Telly arose with the rest.
and the girl at the organ began to chase
the slow tune up and down the keys.
Then the red faced man started the
singing, a little below the key, and the
congregation followed. Telly's voice.