Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-04-21

ing peaks. And yet they actually had a
telephone connection with the outside
world.
The deniZenS of Scar'S Hole were not
given Ia an indulgence in business cummuni-
cations with the great commercial centerS.
but their telephone was the means of pre-
venting many of the inhabitants from spend
ing the remainder of their earthly days at
the insane asylum. Every morning when
the echoing of the booming blasts and the
thud of the pick had ceased in the half
dozen mining claims surrounding the camp
the wrarird lonely miners gathered al the
little cabin in which placed the telephone
and gave vent Ia there pent-up feelings by.
not a free tight, but by free interchange
of gossip with the residents of the camps
above and below them on the line of the
wire.
Such was their Unborn deteStation of any
man who followed any pursuit which did
not require active labor with his hands and
/ such was their chivairic devotion to the fair
sex, that the management of their part of
the telephone was given Ia young lady by
the name of Frances Goldsmith.
ON the afternoon OF June 20. 1850. Miss
Frank. aS she was usually called. sat in the
little telephone office waiting for the nightly
crowd of manly goSSiper> to come in.
Its too bad" she cried impetuOuSly.
for Charley 10 work down in that old hole
in the ground all the winter. and then sell
out for a paltry thousand And he is do
ing il Just 50 he can be- married this Sum-
mer," and a pretty little wave OF blood
swept ever the sweet meek and face. He
>ha'nt do il. Cearley don't know anything
about mine, and he might have Il little
bonanza and not know it.
Hello. Frank" shouted a SmOthered
voice. close to her ear are you there YET"
Frances jumped to her feet and ran to
the telephone.
Dear me. left the receiver hanging
down. and they could not ring the bell
She put it To her ear and shouted back
through the tran>mitter:
Yes. I'm here; what Is it?''
'Dnn't you forget To send that thousand
mp on the stage tonight Ia Logtnwn. Tom
says there's at least SO, 900 in sight. Char
lie Motley is a school marin and don't know
it. Don't forget. now. Good-by."
Franks pretty eyes and mouth spread
wider and wider as those words came out of
the wonderful instrument.
For goodness sake, who is he talking tO?
Oh-h. y-e-t'S, why it must be To Frank Dow
ney. the express agent at Bokey. They've
been talking together and D0wney has
stopped and switched my end on. Motley
is a school marin. is he? There's $40. 900 in
sight and Charlie don't know it, and the
money is going up there on the stage from
BOkey tenight oh. dear. what shall do?
I'll go up there. Twill. It's only eight miles,
and its twenty from BOkey. Its o'clock
and the stage gets there at ..
The sun was yet very hot, although al
most down behind the hills. and the trai!
was steep and rocky; but Frank pushed on,
muttering To herself when she felt 50 tired
she was tempted 10 sit down and rest:
''Charlie's a school marin. is he? Ten
thousand dollars in sight and he don't know
it, eh? Well, he shall know it, and have
all the credit of the discovery, too. There.
now
just as she reached the roadside and was
about tO push through the chaparral which
here reached to her shoulders she heard the
rumbing stage coach coming around bend
close Ia her. With deSpairing resolve to
90 in at least with the stage if she could not
before it. she pushed her closed paraSol
through the bushes and waved it to the
driver. shouting at the same time, hOarSe
from her excitement:
stop, Stop
But. Ia her a>tOni>lament and diSmay. i'll
stead of stopping the driver reached down
into the boot, and, with ''cuSS yer. take
it," threw 4 heavy box into the road. and.
laShing his four-in-hand into run, diSap-
peared down the canon.
Poor Frank crouched down into the cha
parral in despair
''Oh. dear, | haven't walked there and
I've lost the stage and poor Charlie-Oh.
dear me-
The spirit of genuine California girl is
not easily overcome with despair. and Frank
was a genuine California girl. and she was
not Ia be beaten until she was. She got up
pulled her black veil tighter over her moist
face. and bravely started on again to Log
town. 1t was not far, and not half hour
elapsed before she saw the lights of the lit
tie camp scattered around in the canon be-
low her.
Breathle>S and painting She hurried to the
tavern. \ great crowd of men were eN-
ritrdiy swearing and threatening ON the
porch. Some were in the street, clinChimg
saddles on their horses. and i'll their midst
stood Black Pete, the stage driver.
Don't know he was angrly shout
ing. Il tell yer twar only a mile back. an
ther cuSS showed his Shonting-irUn right
under nv nose Why didn't | run for it?
Thar war two NV 'em thar as sure aS fight
in"
Pretty soon, with a yell and a whQop.
twenty men gallnped up the road with a
uggestive-lo"kimg rope dangling from one
of the saddles.
Poor Frank haStestad to find Charlie She
found him sitting diScomSolately on the
back porch.
why, Frank. what in the world are you
doing here ?''
''Oh, Charlie. have you sold that mine
yet? Am | too late?"
Too late for what? Sold it? No, and
don't believe can. That man Bonn sent
the money up by express. and a road agent
got away with the stage tonight and the
money went with it. | don't believe he'll
risk another thousand on a pIayed-out
mine"
''Oh, goOdie"' cried Frank. I've got
here in time. Road agent, Oh, that is too
rich, Oh, dear. | shall die and Franks
voice ended in high squeak of laughter.
Road agent? There wasn't any road
agent at all; | stopped the stage to get OH,
and the driver threw box at ME ~
No sooner had Frank told her story than