The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-01-04
The Rose
In the Ring
BY GEORGE BARR M'CUTCHEON
Copyright 1910 by Dodd. Mead q Co.
By GEORGE BARR M'CUTCHEON
Copyright 1910 by Dodd. Mead q Co.

n tardy remorse, went about mechan-
icalIy in the management of the show
which he no longer owned.
Joey Grinaldi delivered two precious.
carefully preserved missives into the
hands of the distracted Virginian.
One letter said the writer would
wait for him to the end of time. low
ing him always with all her heart. The
other. much longer, came to its con-
clusion with these words. written by
a wise. ~farseeing woman whose heart
was breaking:
And now, David, goodby.
We love you. Be content to let us go
temporarily out of your life, If not
from your thoughts or your heart. Al
ways think of us with love and tender
ness. my dear boy, as we shall never
cease to think of you. You are young.
Christine is young. You are not so
wise now as you will be five years
hence. shall try to mold Christine
into the kind of oma you could take
as a wife to Jenison hall. In five
years, God willing. the circus ring and
its spangles will be so remotely remov-
ed from her that no one n find the
trace of them. When five years have
gone by, David, l shall let you know
where we are TO be found. If you still
car for her then. and she for you. no
matter what the circumstances OF
either may be. no human power can
keep o apart. You will come to her
and say it all owe again, and you will
be happier because of this brief pro-
baton. If you should find. through
the mature workings of a mans heart,
that you have grown to love another,
then you will both see for yourselves
that my present course is right. Do
not attempt to find us. Your W fu-
tile efforts, dear David, in that direc-
ton might be the means of bringing
other and unkind searchers to u
place of refuge"
Smuggling down in a net built of GER
ear the head of u valley long noted
for healing waters that spring. warm
and cold, from subterranean alchemies
into picturesque pools and steaming
rivulets, lies the ancient village of
H%ollandville. with its quaint. galleried
facades: its flower gardens and its mill
race; its ambient clouds and drowsy
sunshine. and the ever delicious som
Violence that overcomes the most po-
tent vigor with an ease that mystifies.
Beyond Hollandville. less than half a
league distant, against the mountain
side, facing the great ridge opposite.
stands u time honored, time perfected
hosiery, inside whose walls and upon
whose galleries the flower and chivalry
of Virginia have clustered for genera
tions.
Late in the spring of 1880, when the
dogwood was repainting the hillsides
and wild flowers were weaving Il new
carpet of many hues for the feet of
wandering lovers. the company of
guests assembled Mt the sprlngs-as
yet numerically small-included no
fewer than a dozen girls whose beauty
was famed from one side of the south
land to the other. Attendant .pon
these dainty American %princesses there
were again as many young men, rivals
all for favors small.
A chill, moist wind of a certain even
ing blew down from the mist shroud-
ed ridge, driving all guests to the glow
of the fireplaces or to the seclusion of
coveted hooks in shadowy halls, where
staircaseS held secrets as tenderly in
violate now as on the nights of a dim,