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VOL. xxxvii. _Dayton, Nevada, Saturday, February 9,1895. No. 6. LYON COUNTY TINIES. Published every H ' day morning by 3Y n o P? <3 A TBS PROP* OR. j.. W. PA IBA3STKS EDITOR AN BLI3HER. T E A: Angle Copies. ..* Per 31* Months. Per Tear. .* 0(1 Delivered in tow* by <• 'er, per month 5C Subscriptions must t> aid for in adva' *«e. OFFICIAL ! RECTORY. United State Government. President. Grover Ci.evelani Vice President.A. Stevensos Secretary of State.... ... W. Q. Gresham Secretary of Treasury .J. G. Carlisle Secretary of War.D. 8. Lamoni Attorney General.Richard Olnev Secretary of Navy. .H. A. Herberi Postmaster General W. 8. Bissei.i Secretary of Interior .Hoke Smith Secretary of Agricultui .J. 8. Horton State of evada. United States J.Wm M Stewart Senators j. JohnPJoner Congressman.F. G. Newlands Governor.John B. Jones Lieutenant Governor .R. Sadler t.R. R. Bigelow Judges of Supreme Court J .C.H.Belknap t..M. S. Bonnipielp 8tate Treasurer .. W J. 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JOB WORK OF EVERY DESCRIPTION Ex ecuted with neatness and dispatch at the Times office, at prices to suit the times. Send for estimates. i si or u. By the Author of “Ships that Pass in the Night.” “I don’t think Miss Flowerdew has ever been to Chicago,” she said. There was a dead silence. The admirer of Miss Thyra Flowerdew looked much annoyed, and twiddled his watchchain. He had meant to say Philadelphia, but he did not think it necessary to own to his mistake. “What impertinence!” said one of the ladies to Miss Blake. “What can she know about it? Is she not the young person who tuned the piano?” “Perhaps she tunes Miss Thyra Flowerdew’s piano!” suggested Miss Blake in a loud whisper. “You are right, Madam,” said the little girl, quietly. I have often tuned Miss Flowerdew’s piano. There was another embarrassing silence; and then a lovely old lady, whom every one reverenced, came to the rescue. “I think her playing is simply superb,” she said. “Nothing that I ever heard satisfies me so entirely. She has all the tenderness ot an angel’s touch.” “Listening to her,” said the Ma jor, who had now recovered from his annoyance at being interrupted, “one becomes unconscious of her presence, for she is the music itself. And that is rare. It is but seldom nowadays that we are allowed to forget the personality of the player. And yet her personality is an un usual one; having once seen her, it would not be easy to forget her. I should recognize her anywhere.” As he spoke, he glanced at the lit tle tuner, and could not help ad miring her dignified composure un der circumstances which might have been distressing to any one; and when she rose with the others, he followed her, and said stiffly— “I regret that I was the indirect cause cf putting you in an awkward position.” “It is really of no consequence,” she said, brightly. “If you think that I was impertinent, I ask your forgiveness. I did not mean to be officious. The words were spoken before I was aware of them.” She passed into the salon, where she found a quiet corner for herself, and read some of the newspapers. No one took the slightest notice of her, not a word was spoken to her; but when she relieved the company of her presence her impertinence was commented on. “I am sorry she heard what I said,” remarked Miss Blake. “But she did not seem to mind. These young women who go out into the world lose the edge of their sensi tiveness and femininity. I have always observed that.” “How much they are spared then!” answered some one.” Meanwhile the little girl slept soundly. She had merry dreams, and finally woke up laughing. She hurried over her breakfast and then stood ready to go for a butterfly hunt. She looked thoroughly hap py, and evidently had found and was holding tightly the key to life’s enjoyment. Oswald Everard was waiting on the balcony, and he reminded her that he intended to go with her. “Come along, then,” she answer ed; “we must not lose a moment.” They caught butterflies, they pick ed flowers, they ran, they lingered by the wayside, they sang, they climbed, and he marveled at her easy speed. Nothing seem to tire her, and everything seemed to de light her—the flowers, the birds, the clouds, the grasses and the fra grance of the pine woods. Is it not good to live?” she cried. “Is it not splendid to take in this scented air? Draw ir> as many long breaths as yon can. Isn’t it good? Don’t you feel now as though you were ready to move mountains? I do. What a dear old nurse Nature is! How she pets us, and gives ns the best of her treasures!” Her happiness invaded Oswald Everard’s soul, and he felt like a schoolboy once more, rejoicing in a fine day and his liberty, with noth ing to spoil the freshness of the air, and nothing to threaten the freedom of the moment. “Is it not good to live?” he cried. “Yes, it is, if we know how to enjoy. They had come upon some hay makers, and the little girl hastened up to help them. There she was in the midst of them, laughing and talking to the women, and helping them to pile up the hay on the shoulders of a broad-backed man, who then conveyed his burden to a pear-shaped stack. Oswald Everard watched his companion for a mo ment, and then, quite forgetting his dignity as an amateur tenor singer, he, too, lent his aid, and did not leave off until his companion sank exhausted on the ground. “Oh,” she laughed, “what delight ful work for a very short time! Come along; let us go into that brown chalet yonder and ask for some milk. I am simply patched with thirst. Thank you, but I prefer to carry my own flowers.” “What an independent little lady you are,” he said. “It is quite necessary in our pro fession, I can assure you,” she said, with a tone of mischief in her voice. “That reminds me that my profess ion is evidently not looked upon with any favor by the visitors of the hotel. I am heartbroken to think that I hfcve not won the esteem of that lady in the billy cock hat. What will she say to you for coming out with me? And what will she say of me for allowing you to come? I wonder whether she will say, ‘How unfeminine!’ I wish I could hear her!” “I don’t suppose you care,” he said. “You seem to be a wild little bird.” “I don’t care what a person of that description says,” replied his companion. “What on earth made you con tradict the Major at dinner last night?” he asked. “I was not at the table, but some one told me ol the incident; and I felt very sorry about it. What could you know of Miss Thyra Flowerdew?” “Well, considering that she is in my profession, of course I know something about her,” said the lit tle girl. “Confound it all!” he said, rather rudely. “Surely there is sorne dif ference between the bellows-blower and the organist.” “Absolutely none,” she answered —merely a variation of the original theme!” As she spoke'she knocked at the door of the chalet, and asked the old dame to give them some milk. They sat in the stube, and the lit tle girl looked about, and admired the spinning-wheel, and tlie quaint chairs, and the queer old jugs, and the pictures on the wall. “Ah, but you shall see the other r m,” the old peasant woman said, a t she led them into a small apart m nt which was evidently intended f< r a study. It bore evidence of o isual taste and care, and one ci > i Id see that some loving hand had be n trying to make it a real sanc t1' n of refinement. There was even a mall piano. A carved bookrack w s fastened to the wall. The old dame did not speak at first; she gave her guests time to re over from the astonishment wi ich she felt they must be exper ie> cing; then she pointed proudly to the piano. “I bought that for my daughters,” she said, with a strange mixture of sa-iness and triumph. I wanted to k* ep them at home with me, and I SHved and saved and got money to buv the piano. They had always w nted to have one, and I thought th -y would then stay with me. Ti ey liked music and books, and I kni'W they would be glad to have a ro' >m of their own where they might read and play and study; and so I gn ve them this corner.” “Well, mother,” asked the little girl, “and where are they this after noon?” “Ah!” she answered, sadly “they did not care to stay. But it was natural enough; and I was foolish to grieve. Besides, they come and see me-” “And then they play to you?” asked the little girl gently. “They say the piano is out of tune,” the old dame said. “I don’t know. Perhaps you can tell.” The little girl sat down to the piano, and struck a few chords. “Yes,” she said; “It is badly out of tune. Give me the tuning-ham mer. I am sorry,” she added, smil ing at Oswald Everard. “but I can not neglect my duty. Don’t wait for me.” “I will wait for you,” he said sullenly, and he went into the bal cony and smoked his pipe, and tried to possess his soul in patience. When she had faithfully done her work, she played a few simple mel odies, such as she knew the old woman would love and understand; and she turned away when she'saw that the listener’s eyes were moist. “Play once again,” the old woman whispered. I am dreaming of beau tiful things.” So the little tuner touched the keys again with all the tenderness of an angel. “Tell your daughters,” she said, as she rose to say good-bye, “that the piano is now in good tune. Then they will play to you the next time they come.” “I shall always remember you, Mademoiselle,” the old woman said; and, almost unconsciously she took the childish face and kissed it. Oswald Everard was wating for his companion in the hay-field; and when she apologized to him for this little professional intermezzo, as she called it, he recovered from his sulkiness and readjusted his nerves, which the noise of the tunihg had somewhat disturbed. 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CAMPBELL, PROPRIETOR OF THE XJ 1ST X O 3ST MARKET, Main Street, Dayton. Home-Cured Bacon At Hams, BEEF, MUTTON, PORK, CORNED MEATS AND Rendered Tallow. Meats delivered to Customers free of charge. SHERIFF'S SALE. BY VIRTUE OF AN EXECUTION IS8UED out of the District Court of the State of Ne vada, Ormsby county, and to me directed and delivered, for a judgment rendered in said Court on the Nineteenth day of November, A. D. 1894, in favor of the Bullion and Exchange Bank, plaintiff, and against J. R. Shaw and H. M. Yerington, for ihe sum of $869.79, with inter est ol $760 at the rate of one per cent, per month from August 23d, 1894,1 did on the 15th day of January, A. D. 1895, seize and levy upon the following described property, to wit: The stables and hay yard on Main street, Dayton, Nevada, known as 8haw’s Hay Yard, adjoining C. W. Legg on the east, ana being the property conveyed by Wm. Hayden, Trus tee of Dayton Townsite, to C. B. Pratt and J.R. Shaw by deed dated August 81st, 1871, and re corded in the office of the County Recorder of Lyon County, Nevada, in Book Q of Deeds, page 296, which said deed is hereby referred to for a more complete description. Also vacant lot on Silver street, in the town of Dayton, Lyon county, Nevada, adjoining Frank Shirley on the east, and being conveyed by the same par ties and at the same time, and recorded in the same Book of Deeds and on the same page as the first above property (Hay Yard) mentioned all of which lies in the town of Dayton, Lyon County, Nevada. Notice is hereby given, that on Saturday, the 9th day of February, A. D. 1896, between the hours of 9 o’clock a. m. and 5 o’clock r. x., to wit: at 12 o’clock noon of said day, I will sell all the right, title and interest of said defend ant, J. R. 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