White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-12-23
episode so. q.
TO be shown at Rex Theatre Friday

cached the END.
Ybarra looked up at her and smiled
b~ravely. His outstreatched hand
held a fluttering. bulky manuscript.
The other envelope lay on the floor,
beside him. Then. as If txerting
all his energy. he spoke with CULVER
Ing lips.
Nan, dear" he said ~tenderly, IF
am not your father. Don't let them
get tits yours. Read this-read
ii. and know / loved you as my child.
This is the story; it will explain
Ybarra pushed the yellow papers
into her hand and fell backward to
the floor.
Nan and Gwyn gazed at each other
for a moment with a look filled half
with uncomprehensive mystery. half
with amazement. Ybarra's parting
confession had so shocked and as
founded her that she could find no
words to voice her feelings. Gwyn,
in the short time that he had known
her. had naturally enough o learn
ed the secrets of her heart. More
over, the tense excitement had re-
NAMED at such a high pitch ever
since he had met her that he had
not been able to study the girl. He
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alton made by Ybarra as he was dy-
ing had thoroughly upset Nan. but,
as he had not learned exactly in
what light she had looked upon her
supposed father, he deemed it wisest
not to speak until he knew her senti-
ments. The two looked down again
at the manuscript before them. Gwyn
held in his hand the second envelope,
lille they read:
Dearly Beloved Nan:
You will not read this until /
have passed beyond either your blame
or your approval. Although, as you
will find, | am not your father, !
have tried to take his place, for ]
loved you as my own, both for my
own sake and because | loved your
mother.
Years ago the death of my father
placed me in possession OF vast
estates in Chihuahua, In Mexico. The
main estate was comprised chiefly Of
farm land from which | derived a
large income. Among my devoted
servants was one whom you know,
an Indian-Yaqui Joe. He was at
that time, and afterward, a most
loyal associate.
while / was living on my estate
there CAME to me one day an Ameri-
can. a S~outherner, named George
Wythe, who vas seeking investment.
He bore a letter from a friend of
mine, asking me to advise him. With
him was only one person, his daugbt-
er Frances. a very beautiful girl of
twenty years. Should you be u
.fOx. q d. r. hor faafnpnC unn have hfrf
to look in the mirror. Upon my in
yitation, Wythe and his daughter de-
cided to remain at my home until
they should be ready to return to
the States.
II was enthralled by the beauty
and charm of Wythe's daughter. My
devotion grew each time I spoke
with her until ! admitted that | loved
her and was joyous when she told
ME that the love was returned.
About this time a New York
friend OF mine, James Lawton. came
on a visit. He was rather a wild
youth whom | had not seen for some
years. and was on a visit to Mexico.
He decided also to stay with me. 1t
was but a very short time before he
let 1t be openly known that he, too,
was in love with Frances. | paid
little attention. however. feeling sure
that my suit was safe.
zone evening, about a month after
Lawtonls arrival, he-learned Wythe's
passion was gambling, and engaged
him in a game of cards, at high
stakes. | merely watched; | never
gambled. The game was long and
disastrous to Wythe. He lost all of
the money which he had brought
with him to invest.
"When | returned, some time later
| was astounded. The words that
reached my ears, as | entered the
room, struck as a mighty blow. |
could scarcely believe they were true.
Wythe was desperate. He had lost
everything. Years of saving, hope
of investment and a bright future,
prospects of comfort in late years
all had vanished In a single evening.
The crafty Lawton had made a dar-
Ing proposition. He had offered to
stake all that he had won-the
thousands that had belonged to
Wythe and that meant almost life
itself to him-against permission to
wed his daughter. The Southerner
was indignant. He was insulted. rs
indeed he had a right to be. But
Lawton was clever, and he was
smooth. He convinced Wythe that
he loved his daughter and wished to
marry her for hat reason alone. /
entered the room just In time to
hear my friend say: All that | have
won against your daughter in
marriage-and on IN .cast of the
dice!' held up my hand. Just a
moment, gentlemen | said. If your
daughter Is for sale, Mr.. Wythe. /
shall buy her. Lawton sneered.
Wythe Redeemed. To a gentleman
of his bearing the situation was past
embarrassment. IL would have APP
peared most utterly absurd had 1t
not been so treacherously serious. 1t
took fifteen minutes for them to at
tempt an explanation to me. I de-
manded, as host, to be permitted to
play with them. They could not re-
fuse. Lawton counted what he had
won, and l put an equal amount.