The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-01-09

mighty northeastern. All night
the gale had shrieked through
the canyons of masonry, whirled its
singing swarms OF sleet particles
around corners and piled its wet and
heavy masses of snow I'm weird, form
less stretches In the streets. Although
II was almost noon and men. horses
and plows had been fighting the storm
for hours. not yet had traffic beef able
to push itself into any semblance of
order.
Save for the changing of street car
gongs. the tinkling OF bells and the
shouts Of men the city was strangely
silent. Fol once the demon noise was
hushed by the thick, white carpet ma
ture had thrown down around it.
The sidewalk clocks ut Union square
were telling The hour with muffied
strokes when a tall. keen visaged
young man came forth from a shop
whose great plate windows. artistical.
~ grilled with iron, would have pro-
claimed Its character. even without Il
sight OF the flashing baubles set forth
10 allure the daughters OF Eve and per-
suade the sons of Adam.
The man stood for a moment in front
Of the doorway; spite of the .-et keen
wind and the steadily falling snow his
long. close fitting overcoat was open
and his hands were still ungloved as
his dark eyes turned this way and
that along the lines of the toilers dig
ging f~uriously d. the lie wheel
ed about and beckoned to another
young man. apparently n few years his
junior. who had been snugly tucked in
n nearby entrance out of reach Of the
December blast.
The tall young man regarded his
companion with Il look of pleasant in
diligence. in which was also a trihe II
impntience.
"Well, Jay" he said ms the two stood
close together. "for a true Vermont
Yankee you're ~curiously afraid Of
snow. Therell be an empty cab along
soon. Ill drop of at the house. and
YOU can go along uptown and deliver
the bracelet at Miss Carstairs'-that is,
II the cab lasts long enough. What's
the matter? You're ~shivering like an
eel"
The other smiled deprecatingly. show
ing two rows of brilliant. perfectly
formed teeth.
Il guess I'm not as tough as | used
to be. Mr.. Overton." he observed.
hosting the shaggy collar of his ulster
about his neck.
Overton Brill laughed, with the
spontaneous ease of n man whose
nearly thirty years of life had known
few but the lighter emotions.
IF you ever woo fame In an agri-
cultural journal. Jay. here's a horti-
cultural note for you: Farmers sons
don't transplant well. There's n cabi
Get after 1t. He'll never see u.s."
There was something in the way the
younger man fioundered through the
snow to intercept the much desired
cabman that reminded Brill Of their
nrst meeting nearly six months before.
when he was %dabbling in rusticity at
the little town of Jay. The youth was
then treading down a load of hay. and.
despite the contrast between July and
December, the actions were ludicrous-
V alike.
I'm glad ] took the notion to make
n valet out Of him. he unused. for.
although he's very homespun, he's all
wool and a yard wide. What's the
trouble!" EA&
The spoken words were for the snow
enwrapt figure struggling back to the
sidewalk.
"Buggy's full, SIR replied the mes
senger. gasping.
In moments Of mental or physical
excitement Aristides Stebbins was
prone to fall back into the speech and
pharaseology of his native town.
convenient and expressive name
Brill had seen fit to bestow upon his
man" 1t was done in sheer self de-
Tense. Think Of it, Jay. A valet
called Aristidesr' he had said.
With a deal of shouting and some
milder encouragement for his horse.
the cabman managed to bring his
swaying vehicle to the curb in front
of the famous palace Of jewels. The
hanson doors were thrown back, and
from between them stepped a fur clad
man of imposing size, who stamped
his way Into the shop.
wonder IL one Of his feminine ac-