Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1913-12-23

queen OF loves court"
They we're a day out at sea when
Myrta began to learn the object Of her
sudden return.
MY child. 1 want to tell you some
thing"
She turned surprised eyes toward
her mother. She could not remember
that that faithful parent had ever told
her anything except to be quiet and
not laugh 80 much, and that pickles
were bad for the complexion, and she
had not been ceremonious about those
communications. She waited and her
mother went on nervously.
you must know, my dear, that
things have not been going well with
your papa. At one time we thought
all was lost, and even the house must
be given up. Think of me In hired
apartment, fifth story, back, and a
woman shaking carpets over my win
dow from the fiat above."
A piece of Dresden china on
wooden chimney piecei Myrta's i'm
agination declined the jump.
Happily the misfortune has been
ayerted by-whom do you think?'
Again speculation halted.
Mr.. Lester-your fathers old
friend. you emember?-though, Of
course, years younger than your father
who retired from the street last
year just before the crash in Great
Western came and put his money in
What is 1t they put 1t in. Myrta?"
Pianos" said Myrta, unconsciously
looking back to that last evening.
Mercy! No, child! Whoever heard
of putting money in pianos? Some
times they put it in bureau drawers,
though Mr.. Lester did not Well, he
put 1t there, wherever 1t was, and it
brings In an income that would make
your head dizzy. He is willing to put
up the money to save us, and all be-
GAUGE he wants to marry you. AS soon
as he sees you and gets your consent
your father will have enough to put
him where he was in business. Your
father told him that he need have no
doubt OF your consent You never have
been disobedient, and you certainly
would not begin now when SO much
depends upon you How could l live
in a seventh story fiat on some I'M
known street and do my hair myself?
Are you not glad that you can save me
from it,"
Poor, pretty, weak mamma! How,
indeed?
Myrta leaned out and dropped some
thing into the water. She fingered a
moment gazing after 1t as If she might
be wishing that she could follow it.
1t cleaned in sparkling shades of red
as 1t fell. She wondered If 1t would
hide away in the wreck of a lost ship
down at the bottom of the sea, and if
diver would bring 1t up into the sun
again some day and If 1t would
sparkle on the finger of girl happier
than the one who drowned 1t In the
waves.
YES" she said, family.
Her mother drew her into her arms
and embraced her with languid affec-
ton more like the real article than
she had ever before bestowed upon
her.
What a mistake l have made all
these years! l have regretted that l
had not a son instead of daughter
l see now how much more real value
there is in girl What boy could save
his family in such crisis by the sim
pie and beautiful process of walking
up a church aisle in clouds of wonder
f,tJ 10 cd 1,xr vii or pf
lovely flowers. and murmuring few
words In shy, pretty way, and then
going off to do the grand tour of the
world? You ought to see the exqui
site prayer book Mr.. Lester has bought
for you to carry-all pearl and silver
and the inscription In diamonds. Isn't
it glorious to be girl?'
Suppose SO? You will know so
when you see that prayer book and
costume. We ordered the gown in
Paris and Felix said 1t was the most
elegant thing he had ever created. We
could afford to do the handsome now
that we are in such luck. Your hus-
band can never say that you came to
him a beggar If we have been on the
verge of ruin"
1t all came back to Mrs Lester as
the carriage rolled along-the low. sad
music of that last farewell and the
face that looked out from the white
moonlight of that night in Paris. She
had never again seen that face until
Here we are. Are you asleep? No
wonder. after that stupid play
enough to set the whole town asleep!"
She alighted from the carriage and
followed the burly figure of her hus-
band up the steps In the doorway she
turned and looked out into the pale.
star-swept east.
By and by the dawn would glimmer
over that horizon and a new day
would begin-a long, dull. weariscme
day, so like all the other days that it
would not be known from any yester-
day that ever was