Page 147 (1/2)

On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings the Miners' Retreat was a

scene of wild hilarity, for it was then that Mr Moffat, gorgeously

arrayed in all the bright hues of his i

silky mustaches properly curled, his melancholy eyes vast wells of

mysterious sorroas known to be coruesome tales of wild mountain adventure which paled

the cheeks of his fair and entranced listener Then on Tuesday,

Thursday, and Saturday nights, when Mr McNeil rode gallantly in on his

yellow bronco, bedecked in all the picturesque paraphernalia of the

boundless plains, revolver swinging at thigh, his wide soay Occidental blazed

with lights, and beca deep to the success of their representative

It is no more than simple justice to the fair Phoebe to state that she

was, as her aunt expressed it, "in a dreadful state of hts of plain and mountain she

vibrated, unable to make deliberate choice That she was ardently

loved by each she realized with recurring thrills of pleasure; that she

loved in return she felt no doubt--but alas! which? How perfectly