The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1917-01-18
REUNITED
BY STONE.

10 struggle along until success came,
but none to make a show with. Ac-
/ quaintanceS had cautioned him not to
/ hamper himself. and friends had told
| him outright that il would not be good
policy to handicap himself with a wife.
CLYDE Richards was in love and had
been for a year or more, and Marian
Fletcher knew that he was, but no
word had been spoken. He was a
regular caller at her fathers house
and had reason TO believe that his
calls were rather looked for, but he
did not indulge In any hopes. Her
father was a broker and reputed to be
well of, and she held her head very
high as a daughter of a rich man.
A girl of nineteen is romantic, how
ever. and had he spoken his love who
could tell what would have happened7
The case stood thus when a word or
two from Miss Marian dashed all of
the young artists hopes. One evening
when he was a caller and they had
talked a little of his art she said in q
laughing way:
Father is so practical. He was
talking about you the other day. and
/ told him you were a landscape paint
er. He answered from his own view
Of things. He asked why you did not
paint houses and barns and thereby
make a good living"
Ii was a very foolish speech and in
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and the girl regretted it as soon as
the words had left her lips. It was
too late, however. The young nan
did not show his resentment. but he
felt il and 1t brought about restraint
between them. He left the house with
his mind made up o 10 call again.
Six months later he saw in the pa
pers that the broker had suffered a
complete collapse financially, and was
told by friends that he and his daugh-
ter had retired to the country. A rela-
tive had given him a little farm, and
all their friends soon forgot them.
1t was two years later that Mr..
Clyde Richards was motoring along a
country road when he came TO a coun.
try schoolhouse. School was dismissed
for the day. On the steps sat a young
woman who was weeping, and beside
her sat an old man whom anybody
would have called a skinflint after the
first glance. In a dim way the artist
felt that he had seen the young WON.
an before, but he could not fully recall
her. He was driving his machine slow.
ly and he heard the old man say:
THAT mortgage and interest has
got to be paid within ten days or ]
shall commence proceedings to fore.
close 7"
Then we shall have to live in the
fields p sobbed the girl.
The artist stopped his car almost
in front of them, for he saw it was O
case of distress. The old skinflint rose
up and shook his fist at him, and then
said to the girl:
Now, then, remember what l have
said. If the money is not paid, out
you gor"
For a long minute after he had
walked away, the girl sat blinded by
her tears. Then she wiped them away
and looked up. She gave a sudden
start of surprise. She left the steps
and walked out to the car and, after
taking a careful look at the occupant,
she tried her best to smile as she said:
why, it's Mr.. Richards Who would
have thought of seeing you here?'
Eyes, 1t is Mr.. Richards" was the
reply. DO you live around here?"
"About a mile and a half down the
road. Hadn't you heard that | was
the schoolteacher for this district?"
He extended her his hand to help
her into the auto, and. after a mo-
ment's hesitation, she was beside him,
They had gone half a mile before he
said:
Now, then, tell me all about It,"
lie was almost the last man In the
world she wanted to tell her troubles
to, but he spoke so kindly and seemed
so strong that she began to. talk, and,
after a time, he knew all. Her father
had almost collapsed mentally and
physically. He was able to do little or
no work. They were, In fact, pension
ers on the bounty of relatives. She
had been a schoolteacher for two or
three years, but the salary was so low
that 1t did not help much. The old
man with whom she had been talking
was a money-lender and had induced
her father to mortgage a little farm
without saying anything to her about
It. She was not complaining nor la
menting. She had done the best she
could, and she would bear her troubles
the best she could.
He on his part told her of his sue
cess, but not In a boasting way, and
the past between them was no re-
ferred to. When they arrived at the
little farm, he helped her out of the
car and, instead of driving on, he
walked into the house with her. After
he had greeted her father, he sat
down and said:
Mr.. Fletcher, listen carefully to