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The Woman in the Alcove

Night And A Voice
Not to be outdone by the editor, I insert the article here with all its details, the importance
of which I trust I have anticipated.
SANTA FE, N.M., April --.
Arrived in Santa Fe, I inquired where Abner Fairbrother could be found. I was told that
he was at his mine, sick.
Upon inquiring as to the location of the Placide, I was informed that it was fifteen miles
or so distant in the mountains, and upon my expressing an intention of going there
immediately, I was given what I thought very unnecessary advice and then directed to a
certain livery stable, where I was told I could get the right kind of a horse and such
equipment as I stood in need of.
I thought I was equipped all right as it was, but I said nothing and went on to the livery
stable. Here I was shown a horse which I took to at once and was about to mount, when a
pair of leggings was brought to me.
"You will need these for your journey," said the man.
"Journey!" I repeated. "Fifteen miles!"
The livery stable keeper--a half-breed with a peculiarly pleasant smile--cocked up his
shoulders with the remark:
"Three men as willing but as inexperienced as yourself have attempted the same journey
during the last week and they all came back before they reached the divide. You will
probably come back, too; but I shall give you as fair a start as if I knew you were going
straight through."
"But a woman has done it," said I; "a nurse from the hospital went up that very road last
week."
"Oh, women! they can do anything--women who are nurses. But they don't start off
alone. You are going alone."
"Yes," I remarked grimly. "Newspaper correspondents make their journeys singly when
they can."
"Oh! you are a newspaper correspondent! Why do so many men from the papers want to
see that sick old man? Because he's so rich?"
"Don't you know?" I asked.
He did not seem to.
I wondered at his ignorance but did not enlighten him.
 
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