The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1916-11-14


driver.
my man." he. said, mo one who
knows me saw me arrive at the sta
tion except yourself"
Eyes, sir" nodded the man inquisi-
lively.
Keep it quiet from everybody" said
Ware, handing the man a double fee.
"You can run up with your team,-say
twice a week, and get my orders for
supplies"
Eyes, sir, thank you, sir" bobbed
the driver. I'm mum as midnight"
At times Ware had really believed
that he would become a hermit, and
that permanently. The cherries as
pect of the old hut. however, the alb.
sence of all companionship dampened
his ardor nightly as two days Of
dreary isolation passed by.
Ware tried fishing. but it did not
fill the bill. The cartridges were run
ming and he got down his gum. There
was little zest in the sport, however.
He would start a covey and then list
lessly neglect to take a shot before
they were safe in covert.
He would sit down on a fallen log,
ostensibly to rest, and rouse himself
from a gloomy and distressing rev.
erie oyer Leila-always and ever
Leilal
He had not estimated his
to the Lodge until he caught the
sound of singing and the echo of man
dolins. He hurried from the spot with
more vivid sorrowing memories than
ever. d.
A form dashed off into the under.
brush just then from the direction of
the Lodge. Ware, scanning its fight,
made out a 1.-the, graceful feminine
figure. Then it had vanished. He
fastened his steps, discerning in the
speedy dash of the person he had
seen some runaway frolic Of a guest
of the Lodge. and he did not wish to
meet any of them.
He slaekened his gait as he got
out of sight of the Lodge. He yawned
YEARLY as he turned his face toward
the camp. Another long, eventless
day promised. A partridge whirred
over his head and beyond. He thought
of dinner and raised his fowlingpiece.
The bird was diving into a nest of
underbrush as he fired. 1t escaped
scatheless, but as the small shot
ratified among the bushes a shrill,
piercing scream rang out.
Great heavens! have shot some
body" cried Ware in CONSERVATION.
He threw down his gun and dashed
~anxiously toward the brush. He part
ed the bushes. There, hiding her face
with her hands, upon her knees and
was the girl he had seen running
from the Lodge-he recognized her
dress at once
you are hurt-I fired, not knowing
there was anyone near-Leila!"
In stupefaction he scanned the face
drawn. She turned deathly white.
She uttered a strangely enigmatical
sentence
1T is fate!"
For the space Of fully a minute
those two, so s%ingularly, so ~tragically
met, stood staring, s%pellbound.
Il wass only frightened" faltered
Leila TREMENDOUSLY. Il was-was run
ming away. and heard footsteps, and
hid"
From whom-why?" inquired Ware
in sheer justification.
my mother had traced me. hoped
they would not think of my being
with my cousins at the Lodge"
"But-your husband?"
81 am not married" she whispered,
her glance dropping. Il ran away
from-from that man, whom l detest
on my wedding day."
again, why?"
She answered him with a furtive
look, her face crimsoning. His heart
gave a mighty bound, and he asked
calmly, Shall / take you back to the
Lodge?"
ITO meet-himl" she cried bitterly.
Never! Oh, Randall, Mr.. Ware, get
me away as quick as you can. Surely l
am my W mistress. Surely you will
not put me back in that old captivity,
when you know-when you know"
Could he resist her? Could he mis-
take the timid eyes that pleaded, yet
were abashed?
'If | dared think" he said, that |
could offer you my protection. my
love-"
Il would defy the world" she cried.
They FASTENED like children, hand
in hand, towards the village. The
clergyman they visited marveled at
their trepidation. 1t passed away
with both, as, erect. manly, feeling a
king with the dearest woman to him
in the world on his arm, Randall Ware
left the quaint little parsonage with
his bride.
Niagara's Rainbow.
That rainbows are often seen across