In that ecstatic kiss,—
No fault she found; it seems,
O maid of mysteries,
That though she likes not dreams
She courts realities!
Nathan M. Levy.
AN EPISODE OF NUGGET BAR.
By H. L. Wilson.
The mining camp of Nugget Bar, with its twenty or thirty tents and cabins, did not present a particularly inviting scene to the anxious gaze of Julius Anderly, as he urged his tired beast, with its conglomerate burden of camping utensils and mining implements, over the last half mile of his journey. The mountains seemed to cower down as low as possible before the blaze of the setting sun, and their rugged sides and bald tops were marked with shadows and sun pictures, quaint, curious, and fantastic.