Amador ledger., 1907-08-23
ROMANCE OF THE
NEVADA DESERT.

One of the prettiest weddings ever
witnessed in GoIdtield was that " hich
took place in the little church around
the corner yesterday morning, the
contracting parties being ID. /. HoI
land and Miss GwendoIine Williams.
Behind the wedding lies a romance of
the desert wastes where love making
is rapid as the making of fortunes.
When Miss Williams left her home
in jackson, Amador county, Cali
fornia, she little imagined that she
was to find her fate in the sagebrush
country, where the lure of the gold
has attracted all classes, and the
fascination of the desert has held
them. 1t was not the lure of gold
that attracted this beautiful Cali
fornia girl, with her lustrous brown
eyes, her perfect oval face, and
graceful figure to what seemed to be
unconeenial surroundings. She came
here as the campanion of a young
woman friend, whose health required
the stimulus of high altitude.
The ladies secured cottage, and
for two days lived the lives of re-
cluses. But love, which finds the
way over garden walls and breaks
down the Will of stern guardians, was
not to be denied There are no gar
den walls in Goldfieid, and there
we're no stern guardians in this case
There are, however, in Goldield.
cool veraDdas and hammocks, where
pretty girls repose in the waning
afternoons and glorious evenings.
There is one veranda, one hammock
and one pretty girl which MIR Holland
will never forget.
Riding along Highgraders Heights
on his coal black charger, MIR Hol-
land fist saw the continuation. Two
of the units were speedily forgotten.
the pretty face held him entranced.
1t was all the.s work of moment, for
the next, the horse had SHE'D, and the
rider lay huddled at the gate of fate.
The beautiful girl, shying conven-
tionalities to the winds, was at the
side of the dismounted horseman in a
second, and prettIly aided him to his
feet.
1t was a case of love at first sight
and the rest was simple for these
young hearts, beating in unison. Mr.
Holland was not hurt, but his heart
was gone forever. He fingered per-
haps little longer than he should,
but time had no meaning for him, and
it was strange how long the chagrined
horse with hanging head stood at the
gate before his presence was noted
by either.
This was week ago. Mr. Holland is
the owner of cattle and lands, ano
stock and mines. The cattle did moi
need his attention and the mines were
grinding out ore independent of hi:
presence. He is one of the ricl
nomads of the desert, and he pIoveo
to be as ardent a wooer as he is {
money maker. The day was speedily
fixed, and yesterday, the 9th o.
August, was the date.
1t was quiet wedding, as it hat
been quiet. yet tumultuous court
ship. The church was made prettiel
by the acquisition of roses and carna
tions and ferns brought in from Cali
fornia. There were few invited
guests, and the words we're soor
spoken which eliminated the romance
of week, and the mine owner and
the charming Californienne we're one
Had hint been given of the cere
mony, the church would have beer
crowded for there is no better known,
nor more popular man in southern
Nevada than the groom. Before the
secret had leaked out, Mr. and Mrs
Holland mad departed on their honey.
moon, and their bower of love at the
present is another of those mysteries
of the desert, which time, in its OWL
sweet way, Will unfold. But all Gold
deld is showering congratulations on
the lucky man, for the fleetlng
glimpses that were had of the bride
were sufficient to prove that fortune
had been more kind to him than ever.