A FOOL FOE LOVE
By FRANCIS LYNDE
AUTHOR OF "THE GRAFTERS." ETC.
(Copyright, 1905,by J. P. Lippincott Co.)
(Continued from last week.)
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CHAPTER TV.
Morning in the highest highlands of
the Rockies, a morning clear, cold and
tense, with a bell-like quality in the
frosty air to make the cracking of a
snow-laden fir bougn resound like a
pistol shot. For Denver and the dwell
ers on the eastern plain the sun is an
iiour high; but the hamlet mining
camp of Argentine, with its dovecote
railway station and two-pronged sid
ing, still lies in the steel blue depths
of the canyon shadow.
Massive mountains, dark green to
the timber line an* dazzling white
above it, shut in the narrow valley to
right and left. A mimic torrent, ice
hound in the quieter pools, drums and
gurgles on its descent midway be
tween two railway embankments, the
one to which the station and side
tracks belong old and well settled, the
other new and as yet unballasted.
Just opposite the pygmy station a lat
eral gorge intersects the main canyon,
making a deep gash in the opposing
mountain bulwark, around which the
mew line has to find its way by a loop
ing detour.
In a scanty widening of the main
canyon a few hundred yards below the
station a graders’ camp of rude slab
shelters is turning out its horde of
wild-looking Italians; and on a
crooked spur track fronting the shan
ties blue wood smoke is curling lazily
upward from the kitchen car of a con
struction train.
All night long the Rosemary, drawn
by the speediest of mountain-climbing
locomotiyes, had stormed onward and
upward from the valley of the Grand,
through black defiles and around the
shrugged shoulders of the mighty
peaks to find a resting-place in the
white-robed dawn on the siding at Ar
gentine. The lightest of sleepej-s, Vir
ginia had awakened when the special
was passing through Carbonate; and
drawing the berth curtain she had lain
for hours watching the solemn proces
sion of cliffs and peaks wheeling in
stately and orderly array against the
inky background of sky. Now, in the
steel-blue dawn, she was—or thought
she was—the first member of the par
ty to dress and steal out upon tne
railed platform to look abroad upon
the wondrous scene in the canvon.
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But her reverie, trance-like in its
wordless enthusiasm, was presently
broken by a voice behind her—the
voice, namely, of Mr. Arthur Jastrow.
“What a howling wilderness, to be
sure, isn’t it?” said the secretary,
twirling his eye-glasses by the cord
and looking, as he felt, interminably
bored.
“No, indeed; anything but that,”
she retorted, warmly. “It is grander
than anything I ever imagined. I wish
there were a piano in the car. It
makes me fairly ache to set it in some
form of expression, and music is the
only form I know.”
“I’m glad ir it doesn’t bore you,” he
rejoined, willing to agree with her for
the sake of prolonging the interview.
“But to me it is nothing more than a
dreary wilderness, as I say; a barren,
rock-ribbed gulch affording an indif
ferent right-of-way for two railroads.”
“For one,” she corrected, in a quick
upflash of loyalty for her kin.
The secretary shifted his gaze from
the mountains to the maiden and
smiled. She was exceedingly good to
look upon—high-bred, queenly and
just now with the fine fire of enthu
siasm to quicken her pulses and to
send the rare flush to neck and cheek.
Jastrow, the cold-eyed, the business
automaton set to go off with a click at
Mr. Somerville Darrah’s touch, had
ambitions not automatic. Some day
he meant to put the world of business
under foot as a conqueror, standing
triumphant on the apex of that pyra
mid of success which the Mr. Somer
ville Darrahs were so successfully up
rearing. When that day should come,
there would need to be an establish
ment, a menage, a queen for the king
dom of success. Summing her; up for
the hundredth time since the begin
ning of the westward flight, he thought
Miss Carteret would fill the require
ments passing well.
But this was a divagation, and he
pulled himself back to the askings of
the moment, agreeing with her again
without reference to his private con
victions.
"For one, I should have said,” he
amended. “We mean to have it that
i way, though an unprejudiced onlooker
] might be foolish enough to say that
there is a pretty good present pros
pect of two.”
But Miss Carteret was in a contra
! dictory mood. Moreover, she was a
i woman, and the way to a woman’s
I confidence does not lie through the
neutral country of easy compliance.
"If you won’t take the other side, I
wiil,’’ she said. “There will be two.”
Jastrow acquiesced a second time.
“1 shouldn’t wonder. Our compet
itor’s road seems to be only a ques
tion of time—a very short time, judg
ing from the number of men turning
out in the track gang down yonder.”
Virginia leaned over the railing to
look past the car and the dovecote sta
tion, shading her eyes to shut out the
snow-blink from the sun-fired peaks.
“Why, they are soldiers!” she ex
claimed. ‘‘At least, some of them have
guns on their shoulders. And see—
they are forming in line!*
The secretary adjusted his ■ eye
glasses.
’’By Jove! you are right; they have
armed the track force. The new chief
of construction doesn’t mean to take
any chances of being shaken loose by
force. Here they come.”
The end of track of the new line
| was diagonally across the creek from
! the Rosemary’s berth and a short
pistol shot farther down stream. But
to advance it to a point opposite the
private car, and to gain the altitude of
the high embankment directly across
from the station, the new line turned
short out of the main canyon at the
mouth of the intersecting gorge, de
scribing a long, U-shaped curve around
the head of the lateral ravine and
doubling back upon itself to reente*
the canyon proper at the higher ele
vation.
The curve which was the beginning
of this U-shaped loop was the morn
ing’s scene of action, and the Utah
track layers, 200 strong, moved to the
front in orderly array, with armed
guards as flankers for the hand-car
load of rails which the men were push
ing up the grade.
Jastrow darted into the car, and a
moment later his place on the observa
tion platform was taken by a wrath
ful industry colonel fresh from his
dressing-room—so fresh, indeed, that
he was coatless, hatless, and collarless,
and with the dripping bath sponge
clutched like a missile to hurl at the
impudent invaders on the opposite side
of the canyon.
“Hah! wouldn’t wait until a man
could get into his clothes!” he rasped,
apostrapliizing the Utah’s new chic
of construction. “Jastrow! caveh m
instantly, seh! Hustle up to the camp
there and turn out the constable, town
marshal, or whatever he is. Tell him
I have a writ for him to serve. Run,
seh!”
The secretary appeared and disap
peared like a marionette when the
string has been jerked by a vigorous
hand, and Virginia smiled—this with
out prejudice to a very acute appre
ciation of the grave possibilities which
were preparing themselves. But hav
READING THE WARRANT.
ing her share of the militant quality
which made her uncle what he is, she
stood her ground.
“Aren’t you airaid you will take cold,
Uncle Somerville?” she asked, archly;
and the Rajah came suddenly to a
sense of his incompleteness and went
in to finish his ablutions against the
opening of the battle actual.
At first Virginia thought she would
follow him. When Mercury Jastrow
should return with the officer of the
law there would be trouble of some
sort, and the woman in her shrank
from the witnessing of it. But at the
same instant the blood of the fighting
Carterets asserted itself and she re
solved to stay.
“I wonder what uncle hopes to be
able to do?” ehe mused. “Will a little
town constable with a bit of signed
paper from some justice of the peace
be mighty enough to stop all that fu
rious activity over there? It’s more
than incredible.”
From that she fell to watching the
activity and the orderly purpose of it.
A length of steel, with men clustering
like bees upon it, would slide from its
place on the hand-car to fall with a
frosty clang on the cross ties. In
stantly the hammermen would pounce
upon it. One would fall upon hands
and knees to “sight” it. into place; two
others would slide the squeaking track
gauge along its inner edge; a quar
tette, working like the component
Parts of a faultless mechanism, would
tap the fixing spikes into the wood;
and then at a signal a dozen of the
heavy pointed hammers swung aloft
and a rhythmic volley of resounding
blows clamped the rail into perma
nence on its wooden bed.
Ahead of the steel layers were the
Italians placing the cross ties in posi
tion to receive the track, and here the
forman’s badge of office and scepter
was a pick handle. Above all the
clamor and the shoutings Virginia
could hear the bull-bellow of this fore
man roaring out his commands—in
terms happily not understandable to
her; and once she drew back with a
little cry of womanly shrinking when
the pick handle thwacked upon the
shoulders of one who lagged.
It was this bit of brutality which
enabled her to single out Winton in
the throng of workers. He heard the
blow, and the oath that went with it,
and she saw him run forward to
wrench the bludgeon from the bully’s
hands and fling it afar. What words
emphasized the act she could not hear,
but. the little deed of swift justice
thrilled her curiously, and her heart
warmed to him as it had when he had
thrown off his coat to fall to work on
the derailed engine of tne "Limited.”
“That was fine!” she said to herself.
"Most men in his nlace wouldn’t care,
so long as the work was done, and
done quickly. I wonder if—oh, you
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startled me!”
It was Mr. Somerville Darrah again,
clothed upon and in his right mind;
otherwise the mind of a master of men
who will brook neither defeat at the
hands of an antagonist nor disobe
dience on the part of his following.
He was scowling fiercely across at the
Utah activities when she spoke, but at
her exclamation the frown softened
into a smile for hfs favorite niece.
‘‘Startled you, eh? Pahdon me, my
dealt Virginia. But as I am about to
startle someone else, perhaps you
would better go in to your aunt.”
She put her hand on his arm.
"Please let me stay out here. Uncle |
Somerville,” she said. “I’ll be good
and not. get in the way.”
He shook his head, rather in depre
cation than refusal.
“An officer will be here right soon
now to ma«.e an arrest. There may
be a fight, or at least trouble of a sort
you woulun’t care to see, my deah.”
"is it—is it Mr. Winton?” she asked.
He nodded.
“What has he been doing—besides
being ‘The Enemy?’ ”
The Rajah’s smile was ferocious.
"Just now he is trespassing, and di
recting others to trespass, upon pri
vate property. Do you see that dump
up there on tne mountain?—the hole
that looks like a mouth with a long
gray beard hanging below it? That is
a mine, and its claim runs down across
the track where Misteh Winton is just
now spiking his rails.”
“But the right of way; I don’t un
derstand,” she began; then she stopped
short and clung to the strong arm. A
man in a wide-flapped hat and cow
boy chapparajoes, with a revolver on
either hip, was crossing the stream on
the ice bridge to scramble up the em
bankment of the new line.
“The officer?” she asked, in an awed
whisper.
The Rajah made a sign of assent.
Then, identifying Winton in the throng
of workers, he forgot Virginia's pres
ence. “Confound him!” he fumed.
“I’d give a thousand dollars if he’d
faveh me by showing fight, so we
could lock him up on a criminal
count!”
“Why, Uncle Somerville!” she cried.
But there was no time for reproach
es. rfhe leather-breeched person mas
querading as the Argentine town mar
shal had climbed the embankment,
and singling out his man was reading
his warrant.
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City Directory.
MUNICIPAL OFFICERS
Mayor, M. L. Arnold,
Recorder, E. W. Harness,
Treasurer, O. F. Craig,
Marshal, Walter Pascoe,
Aldermen:- F. C. Hoyt, It. B. Ad
ams, T. H. Bearing, C. M. Edwards
and W. C: Mims.
Council meets first M
each month.
CHURCHES
Methodist church, services at 11, iL
m and 7:30 p.m. the second and fourth
Sundays in each month. Rev. C. II.
Newman, pastor.
Baptist church, services at 3 p. m.
Saturday before first Sunday, and
t. m. first Sunday in each month..
Rev. W. P. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services first anti
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
oi. and 7:30 p. m. Rev. J. H. MoDon
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FRATERNITIES
Ban nelly Chapter R. A. M. meets
third Saturday night. I. C. Nuckolls,
E. H. P.; T. H. Bearing, Sec.
Newark Lodge F. & A. M. No. 24fi
meets second Saturday night. R. K.
McHenry, W. M.; J. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Encampment 1. O. O. F. 4a
meets second and fourth Wednesday
nights. O. O. Moss, C. P.; G. L. Fink,
Scribe.
Newark Camp W.O.W. No. 288 meets
second and fourth Tuesday nights in
month. C. .J. Magness, C. ,C.: O. F.
Craig, Clerk.
Newark Grove W. C. No. *7 meeftt
first and third Tuesday nights. Mrs.
G. M. Edwards, Guardian; N. A.
Speed, Clerk.
Newark Lodge I. O. O. P. No. 2fi.'J
meets the first and third Wednesday
nights. .J. W. Stone, N. G ; T. M.
Harrelson, Secretary.
Banner Rebekah Lodge No. lit
meets every Saturday afternoon at
o’clock. Mrs. T. J. Raney, N. G.; Miss
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
Independence Lodge No. 2379 K. As
L. of H. meets first and tnird Monday
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