The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1908-05-21
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trothed. who embroidered intermin-
ably upon her trousseau and wept be-
cause her lover came not.
THE fiery beauty carried the situa.
ton with a high hand. More than one
gallant Spanish dandy assisted Senior
Guerrero in escorting William An.
thony out of town. And from that
hour the younger man was swept for
ward by an amorous exchantment so
adroitly exercised, so imperious, that
had his heart not acquiesced he could
hardly have escaped standing at the
altar in his brothers place and taking
to wife the woman who was to have
been his sister-in-law. The spell she
wove was deep and lasting. He loved
her. endured her hasty temper, for
gave the love she still bore his brother
Though she called IL hate), and died
a heart-broken man when, two years
later, the birth of their child cost her
life. The last written word of the
young husband was a plea to his broth
er for forgiveness and a request that
Lolita's child, Gideon Ingram Anthony,
hii6hA h4d u otiOAu idAntI III Ills uncle.
But William Anthony, melancholy,
%resentful, was wandering over the I'M
peopleG wastes of Alta California.
vainly seeking relief from a sore
heart. And Gideon's grandfather. not
trying very hard, it is suspected. failed
to trace the baby's uncle. Letters from
New England found him, however,
told him that the faithful woman of his
early love was slowly fading away.
MISREPRESENTATION. he FASTENED back.
married her, tried devotedly and with
apparent success to nurse her TO
health, but buried her one year after
their only child was born"
"Oh, my poor, poor mother!" Esther
moaned. mo wonder you are so sad"
She drew the locket from beneath her
dress and gazed a moment on the pic
tured face. Alfred's ring still hung on
the chain, and she pressed it to her
lips before hiding it again. Like
mother. like child!' she whispered
scornfully. Both foolish!" With a
sigh she took up the paper and read
on:
Then came from Suffers Fort the cry
of Gold! gold! that peopled California
and swept away forever the dreamy,
pastoral days of hidalgo, fandango and
~league-long ranches under Mexican
rule. William Anthony came west
with the first rush, found and claimed
his nephew, mined, traded and grew
enormously wealthy; though he lived
always in the wilds, visiting cities only
as compelled.
"On the bleak side of a Washoe
mountain he built a palace, the won
der of the decade; sent for his daugh-
ter, and reared the two children in
an isolated lsxury that was the source
OF many Aladdin-like tales. But failure
came, removal, wandering; and the
Anthonys were lost to the world that
had known them. Later the father
was killed by Indians; and the chill
dren, by this time man and woman
grown, drifted. unknown and unknow-
ing, into the needless stream OF hui
mainly.
The sequel proves that William
Anthony never forgave his brother;
for the boy grew up as a dependent,
called only Gideon Ingram, and never
knowing his right to his uncle's name.
Senior Guerrero died some years ago,
his estate to his grandson and
providing for a search for him. Yet
It is probable he would have remained
undiscovered had not the agents pur-
right of way for the Southern
Pacific Railroad company needed his
signature. His identity was discov-
cred some time ago, but his story is
lew for The first time made public"
Here followed the interviews.
My cousin! Oh, he's my cousin."
like an open book Esther read many
hings that had puzzled her--her ia
contradictions, his gloom, his
'eserves; Gideon. tender, cruel, CON
'tant, vengeful; a passion, a flame:
'onquering. yet ever defeated. Poor
fideon!
Esther dreamed over the strange !,
ale till she was reminded of her
cam, waiting as she had ordered, and {
~estless. I'll drive at once" she said,
nd hastily prepared, eager for the /;
'ut-of-doors, for motion. +,
She was taking up the reins when a
ard was brought her-Gideon's. She
tarted back and would not touch 1t,
III penciled words caught her eye. !
Stella, / have wronged you; but if :
on have read the morning paper you
now how your father wronged me. !
flood makes us cousins. must see c
on a moment, nus a little atone"
How could she see him? Yet she
lust. Childhood memories. the in c
lstice he had suffered. his SORROWS, !
pleaded for him. Yet not in the !
arrow ~closeness Of a room. 1t would r
e easier out in the open, away from !
er W house. !,
Tell him I'm driving she said to :
he maid. ASK him to step to the G
ront door," Q
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