The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1915-03-20

Many of the days that followed |
dragged. many few-the first for
xathlyn. the last for Winnie, who now
had beau, young newspaper man
rom San Francisco. He came out
regularly every Saturday and returned
at night. Winnie became, If anything,
more Eighty than ever. Her father
never had young men about. The men
he generally gathered round his board
were old hunters or sailors. Kathlyn
watched this budding romance amused.
ly. The young man was very nice
But her thoughts were always and
eternally with her father.
During the last week in December
there arrived at the Palace hotel In
San Francisco an East Indian, tall,
well formed, rather handsome. Elk.
cept for his brown turban he would
have passed unnoticed. For Hindus
and Japanese and Cinnamon and what
| nOts from the southern seas were
every day affairs The brown turban.
| however, and an enormous emerald on
| one OF his fingers, produced an effect
quite gratifying to him. Vanity in the
oriental is never conspicuous for its
absence. The reporters gave him scant
attention though, for this was at a
time when the Gaekwar of Baroda was
unknown.
The stranger, after two or three
days Of idling casually asked the way
to the wild animal farm of his old
friend, Colonel Hare. 1t was easy
enough to find At the village inn he
was treated with tolerant contempt.
These brown fellows were forever
coming and going, to and fro, from the
colonel's celebrated farm.
At five o'clock in the afternoon Of
the 31st day Of December, this East
Indian peered cautiously into the
French window of the Hare bungalow.
The picture he saw there sent thrill
into his heart. She was as fair and
beautiful as an houri of Saadi She
sat at desk, holding a long, white
envelope in her hand. By and by she
put 1t away, and he was particular to
note the drawer in which she placed it
That the dark-haired girl at the tea
tabaret was equally charming did not
stir the watcher. Dark haired women
were plentiful in his native land. Yon
der was the girl of the photograph
the likeness of which had fired his
, heart for many day. With the pa
thence of the oriental he stood in the
shadow and waited. Sooner or latel
they would leave the room, and sooner
!, or later, with the deftness Of his breed
!, he would enter. The leopard he hat
: heard about was nowhere IT, be seen
Winnie" said Kathlyn, II dread it.
Winnie set down the teacup, he
; eyes trimming.
" What can it all mean? Not lin
: from father since Colombo, five month
:, gone"
DO you think"
:. mo, moi" replied Kathlyn, hastily
Father sometimes forgets. He ma
! be hunting miles from telegraph wire
:, and railroads; it is only that he shoul
:, forget us SO long. Who knows? H
= may have dropped down into Borne'
:. He wanted some pythons, SO hear
him say"
:. The elder sister did not care to i
: still into the heart Of her charge IL
!. fear which was in her own.
y Who knows but there may be goo
news IN the envelope? Dads alwa,
= doing something like that Ne
Year's!"
:. The collie, released from the kitche
70 came bounding in. In his exuberan
!. he knocked over cloisonne vase. 30
! girls were glad to welcome this
no version. They rose simultaneous
- and gave chase. The dog headed
the outdoor studio. where they caug