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VOL xxxv. _Dayton, Nevada, Saturday, June 2, 1894.N°- 22 LYON COUNTY TIMES. Published every Saturday Mornina by SVH.OH’ GATES PROPRIETOR. p. w. rAIHBANKB EDITOR AND PUBLISHER. TERMS: SingleCopiaa. 8 Per Six Months. . I 7'_> Per Year . 8 00 Delivered in town by carrier, per month 50 Subscriptions must be paid for in advauce. OFFICIAL DIRECTORY. Unite* Ntates government. President.Grover Cleveland Vis e President .A. Stevenson Secretary of State W. Q. Gresham Secretary of Treasury.J. G. Carlisle Secretary of War.O. 8. Lahont Attorney General.Richard GLNEV Secretary of Navy H. A. Herbert Punt master General .W. 8. BtMBl.L Secretary of Interior Hoke Smith Secretary of Agriculture. J. 8. Morton j Mtate or Xevads. United States 1.Wm M Stewart Senators I. John P Joni^ Congressman. F G. Nrwland* i Governor .. . .H K Colcord Lieutenant Governor .J Poujade t M A Murphy Judgesof Supreme Court < C li Bklknai* y (.K K Bioki.o* Clerk of Supreme Court Joseph Josephs State I reaniirer .John F Koan Secretary of r-tate.OH Gray State Controller.H L Horton Attorney General J D Tobrkykon Surveyor General. John K Jones State Printer . Joseph Ecklry Supt. Public Instruction- . Orvi* Kino . Ki< ii a hd Kiri no A L FITZGERALD District Judge* A K Cheney G K Talbot; _ ' ! Lyon County. Justice of District Court Richard Hiring Btale Senator. J K. Giunoux . , i Wm. Mklarkky Assemblymen J ». G. Horton Sheriff. .... ..W. A. I»ONNKLLY Assessor A W Hhann Clerk and Treasurer J. A IIuntoon Auditor and Recorder ... T. P. Mack Distrl t Attorney J C. Haxlitt Public Administrator J G. YoUNO a|1. term) I> P Randall County Coin's <(» term) J F. Holland «(unex. term) W. H. SrKAOG UNION HOTEL MAIN STREET, DAYTON, • * NEVADA, MRS. J. C. GRUBER, Proprietress. TUB T ABLiB will always be supplied with the choicest eata bles the market affords, and all the delicacies will be supplied In season. Meals can be ob tained at all Hours, cooked to null the most (as tidious epicure. THE I3AX1 will be supplied with none but the choicest of WIN KM, LIOI'ORN dk CM* ARM. and the finest mixed and fancy drinks will al ways he forthcoming upon order A fine club room is at the disposal of parties who wish to indulge in a social game of cards. Board by the Day, Week or Month at Popular Pi icon. $3,000.00 A YEAR FOR THE INDUSTRIOUS. If you want work that is pleasant and profitable send us your address immediately. We teach met and women Imw to earn from 95.00 tier d«\ t< 93.000 |>e. year without having had previou cx|>erlenee, and furulsh the employment at which they can make that amount. Nothing difficult to learn or that requires much time t in- work is easy, healthy,and honorable. Mini ohm he done dur ing daytime or evenings, right in y m own ha ul itv, wherever yon live. The result of a few* hours’ work often equals a week's wages. We have taught thousands of both sexes and all ages, aud many have laid foundations that will surely bring them riches. Some of the smartest men In this country owe their success in life tj the start given them while in our employ years ago. You, reader, may do as well; trv it You cannot fail. No capital necessary. We lit you out with something that is new, solid, und sure. A book brimful of advice is free to all Help your, self by writing for it to day — not to morrow. Delays are costly. E. C. ALLEN & CO., Box 420, AUGUSTA, MAINE. Her Suffrage Petition. “Well, Addison?” questioned Donald Gregory, looking up from his morning’s mail. “A lady wishe1 to see yon sir.” “Nothing very new in that,” laughed the broker. “Same old story, no doubt. Woman; small income or little pin-money; wants more—nat urally; comes to me; imagines a broker can*make any one rich if he sees fit to.” “You’ve guessed pretty near right," ventured the clerk, with his deferential chuckle. “Then tell her I’m not in, Addi son,” directed the broker. “Always send that class of women away after this. These poor, deluded creatures, despite all the friendly warnings of the newspapers, persist in coming into the street with a firm convic- i tion that they are bound to make fortunes. If they succeed, all right; but if they don’t they blame me for their failure.” “But this vonng thing doesn t seem capable of enough severity to blame any one,” ventured Addison. “She is certainly not over 11) or 20, and looks as if she were just out ol boarding school. And as pretty"— “Never mind whether she’s pretty or not,” interposed Gregory, with a sudden spasm of disinterestedness “If she’s young she needs good ad vice—which will be for her to Keep out of the street. Home brokers wouldn’t take the trouble to lie so fatherly. They’d simply take her money, and let her lose and win, as luck turned out. Bend her in.” Addison left the private office. A moment later the door opened again and the caller stood on the threshold. Donald Gregory gave her a swift, approving glance. A slight, girlish figure—weight certainly not over 120 pounds—a dainty little wisp of a fairy, with shimmering brown hair, a perfect peach complexion, bine eyes that were either dancing with mischief or placid with frank, fearless seren ity. The superbly poised head was topped by a jaunty jet toque; the symmetrical figure was set -off' to perfection by a chic Parisian cos tume of blue serge and India silk From under the hem of her skirt peeped the daintiest hottines in the world. “Good morning,” chimed a voice of bell like sweetness. “This must be Mr Gregory.” “Yes, and quite at your service, madam. Won’t yon be seated?” He gallantly placed a chair be side his desk, and remained stand ing until she accepted his courtesy. “And now,” he began, with all a man’s /acuity of taking things for granted, will you let mesjieak first? I know why you have come here,” he went on, gazing directly into her eyes. “You will doubtless lie sur prised when I say that I am pre pared in advance to decline.” "I—I am very sorry, sir,” she half faltered. “Every day woman come to me on the same mission. I am safe in saying that at least thirty or forty come here at regular intervals.” “Anil have not one of them been successful?” queried the broker’s dainty visitor. “A few have succeeded, but by far the greater number have not.” She looked slightly astonished and murmured: “I don’t quite understand, sir. i Hut if even one woman has succeed ! ed, then I do not see that 1 can ac complish anything by intruding longer upon your valuable time.” Now it was Gregory’s turn tosay: “I don’t think I quite understand you. madam.” “And I am quite certain that you do not. I perceive that it will be l>est for me to state in so many words the object of my visit’ Per haps you imagine” “That you have come here to ask my advise about how to speculate in Wall street. My advice is—don’t.” A gleam of amusement lit up the bl ue eyes. “I was quite sure we were talking at cross purposes,” she continued. “I have no desire to gamble in stocks.” “Then, may—may I ask” “Certainly, sir; I shall be glad to tell you. I have called upon you to ask you to sign our women’s pe tition to strike out the word ‘male’ from the Constitution.” Gregory gasped. “And so—so yon are one of the female suffragists?” he queried. “Yes, sir,” with a proud look. “And yon wish me to sign?” “I feel sure that yonr sense of justice will induce you to do so.” He shook his head slowly. “No o-o; I don’t think I can do that.” “Have you already signed a sim ilar petition?” “Assuredly not.” “Then you don’t believe in the justice of our movement for the bal lot?” “1 am afraid not.” “Let me ask,” she went on, sweet ly, “if your feelings amounts to a conviction that you are opposed to our movement?” “Yes, I am decidedly opposed to it. “Then” rising, “I fhank you at least for your courtesy in receiving me. Good morning ” She bowed, and was moving gracefully toward the door, when Gregory said, hastily: “If you don’t object and can spare a few moments I should be glad to be enlightened on the merits of the case from woman’s stand point.” The little woman glider) back, re sumed her scat and looked expect antly at him. “Don’t you believe,” he began, “that the men are to be entirely trusted with the ballot?” “Not wholly,” she returned, frankly. “Do you yourself, sir, be lieve that politics in this country are always honestly administered?” It was his turn to give a frank negative answer, but he added: “I don’t see how the admittance of women to the polls is likely to bring about a desirable change.” “Then you doubt the honesty of women ?” “Oh, no, no—hy no means. But women are comparatively unversed in the affairs of thecountry and they are likely to be deceived.” “Haveyou ever succeeded in de ceiving a woman?” Her eyes were fixed squarely up on his with such an intense, honest, searching light that Gregory l>eeame confused and reddened preciptibly, “No, certainly not,” he stammer ed. “Or do you know of any case among your friends and acquaint ances where a man has succeeded in practicing deception upon a woman? He deliberated a moment, to gain time, and then answered: “I assure you, madam, that I know of no such instance.” "Then why do you assume that woman, when the ballot is placed in her hands, is liable to be deceiv ed ?” Gregory was speechless—vanqu ished. He couldn’t—and still he a gal lant man—tell this delightful little slip of femininity of the many in stances he had heard of where men had practiced successful deceit upon trusting women. “Now if that was all your object ion to signing,” she went on, tri umphantly, “will you reconsider and write your name here?” And she began to unroll that for midable document. But Gregory didn’t sign. Instead, he resumed tin* discussion of the benefit of giving woman a ballot. All the ohi straw was threshed over. The broker did big best to maintain his “anti” stand, yet he felt that he was being gig lally vanquished—he, who was considered one of the clev erest disputants belonging to the Stock Exchange! Yet, despite his defeat, he was not convinced. To tell the truth, neither his heart nor his thoughts were in the discussion. Donald Gregory was listening to the pleading arguments of a woman who had joined the movement to upset man’s old prerogative, and yet—he was falling blindly in love! At length he mustered up the courage to say: “Will you give me a couple of days in which to think the matter over? Would it lie too much trouble to call again, on the day after to-morrow, for my answer?” “Nothing is too much trouble to gain a new convert,” was her de lighted answer, as she arose to go. “Think about it as much as you can spare the time to do so. We want rational, deliberate men on our side.” As soon as sne nan gone tne young broker touched his bell, and Addison entered. “Let no one disturb me for the next fifteen minutes. This order is absolute.” He wanted time to reflect upon what had happened—not the dis cussion, but the visitor! “What atempting little fairy!” he cried. “Fairy? No—fairies are mythical. Angel is the word. And she didn’t know me—didn’t recog nize me. What a shock to vanity. Donald Gregory was a big boy of 15 and Elsie Durwell a little miss of 7 when they romped through the fields and by-roads at Lenox that Sum mer long ago. “Now I think of it, that boy was in love with that exquisit little girl. In love? He adores her to-day!” Then, after an interval of delic ious reveries, during which the piq uant face was as fully pictured m his brain as( if Miss Durwell still sat before him, he shook his head. “Donald, my boy, what a fool you arel Why, she didn’t even remem ber you! She wasn’t aware that she had ever met you before. Yon have passed altogether out of her memory. Then his glance rested upon the chair in which she had sat. “No one else shall profane it to day,” he murmured, with tender decision. Rising, he carried the chair reverentially to the capacious wardrobe, placed it inside, locked the door and came back to the desk with the key in his pocket. “Good morning, Miss Durwell.” It was the second day after. His caller paused with her hand on the proffered chair—brought from the wardrobe that morning—and cried: “You know my name, sir?” “Yes, Miss Durwell, and the hest joke of all is that you don’t appear to know mine.” “Oh, yes, I do. It is Mr. Gregory. I noticed the name on the window as I came by the door ” “And the name of Donald Gregory suggests nothing whatever to you?’, he asked, half reproachfully “Don-ald Gregory?” she repeated slowly. “Now, I think of it, that name has a familiar ring. Ia>t me see Oh, yes, now I think I do remember Weren’t you the grert awk—paidon me,” in sudden confusion, “didn’t I play with you in the country one season, when we were both children? “Yes, I was that great awkward boy. I have never seen you since,” he went on, with a boldness that was truly surprising under the steady regard of those true, blue eyes, “but I have often felt that— that—well, that I would willingly give a year or two of my life for the pleasure of—of again romping with you as a child in that dear old town.’ Elsie Durwell offered her hand, without hesitation, and said sweetly. “Mr. Gregory, I am really de lighted to meet you again, after all these years. And now--may I hope that you will sign my petition for female sufferage?” The change—the shock—was as sudden and abrupt as an unexpect ed shower bath. Donald fairly shivered at the sudden transition from the sentimental to the practi cal. He could only stammer: ‘‘Miss Dnrwell, I fear you will consider me frightfully dilatory. Really, I haven’t yet made up my mind. But—by the way—of course —oh I mean, may I do myself the honor of calling upon you soon?” “I shall be glad to receive you. My father and mother are dead, and I am living with an aunt,” Elsie re plied, and gave him her address. Of course, Donald called. He vis ited her as often as he could find an excuse for doing so. Like a prac tical man of affairs, to whom every minute was valuable, he began his wooing at the very start. He proved himself a veritfible greyhound in love. Not many days had passed before he found the courage—partly in her eyes—to tell her that hia former little playmate had become all the world to him. He promptly fol lowed this declaration by asking her to become all the world to him for all his days to come. “1 have never thought much about love until during the last few days,” Els.e answered with the calm frankness that characterized her at all times. “I wasn’t even the least bit in love with my old playmate of years ago. But now, Donald dear, all I can sav is—yes!” Did he gracefully surrender and sign her petition? Or did she renounce the ideas she had so steadfastly championed? 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