Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1891-02-05

and she's going-to pay cash down-ir
the morning, as soon as the papers are
ready" said Carlyle, with an fmbecilt
smile. "She bought it-because she liked
the flowers! Some sickly blue things
that grow there. She can't be much
more than twenty-one, but she must b,
Cracked"
''Hm-m! l think you consider your
self done for. The firm will be glad tc
throw you in to bind the bargain; and
would like yonr position. Then rll &C
for Kitty. Bought it on account of the
flowers, did she! l wonder why? You
bet there was reason"
There was. Being himself engaged tc
a college graduate, the typewritist had
an appreciation for brainy women, and
he knew that no such person as Carlyle
described would go into rash specula-
tion, however appearances might so indi-
cate.
it was completed the office of the N. ].
c. knew Jane Matilda Brown no more.
That is, in person. But tidiugs of that
wonderful young woman reached it from
time to time. First, that, living at the
finest hotel in Ell Dorado, she was super
intending the erection of house and
other buildings at Luckalong, most ad-
mirably constructed for comfort and the
needs of the climate. Then that, as
soon as the house was habitable, she had
moved into it with the invalid brother
for whose sake she had come to Texas.
But the little blue flower? The fame
of that marvellous blossom spread far and
wide, and followed the other rumors
into the N. 1. G. office, even as it had
travelled beyond it into the distant city,
where the president of the company
gnashed his teeth in impotent rage.
"Outwitted by chit of a girl whom
knew in her cradlen' he groaned.
''Here's for your lassie, that knows the
inside of book as well as the covert"
jeered Cornelius Mccarthy, still envious
OF his comrades salary, and maliciously
remindful of past weaknesses. SIN the YER
nacular of the great Luther: That air lit
tie blew posy, it pears, meier blows nowhar
thet thar hain't coal deposit; an bless
my stars ef thet short-spoke gal didn't
know it, An come ter Texas tel hunt
it! Warn't she SHARPE The Luckalong
was wuth the money she paid for it,
anyhow; but now the deposits turned
out mine-Je-ru- sa-lum"
That time it was the retailer of gossip
who was bombarded with the "un-
abridged" but he lodged the missile,
and the volume crashed the glass of the
''private entrance"
Charge it up, Jackyr. That was plate
and cost
"Hold your tongue, will you2 You
can have my place. I've been going to
tell you for some time, but l Just didn't.
I'll write my resignation now."
"Good boy But, you lazy son of q
millionaire, you can afford to be kind to
a Mccarthy of Cork. Kitty shall write
you letter."
"No; beg. I'D rather not, thank
you."
'Don't mention it. I'd rather not,
also. | need it myself. But-what'll
| you dog"
''What have always desired. Super
intend the working of coal mine. Oh,
by the way, I'm a graduate of the School
of Mines, Columbia; and when | told
Jennie we agreed that I'd better begin
to apply my knowledge, practically"
"Jennie?" gasped Cornelius.
eyes. Jennie, or Tillie, whichever
you like"
"Do you-know-her Or, rather,
love her2 Because, if you don't"
"Yes, l rather love her. interrupted
Jack, drawing forward his paper and
pen.
"Since whenp
"Since she walked into this office and
took me to see three ranches in one after
noon."
'Jupiter Ammon! Say, did she hear
you yawn that day?"
Carlyle drew himself up with dignity.
There are some things too sacred even
for friendship.
"Well, never mind Isee she did. Pm
glad shan't have to any more. But
what about the blue-eyed 'beggar-
maid 2"
There isn't beggar, and but one
fool, in Texas"
True for you. Still, take a friends
advice, old chap, and face the music
squarely. Now, adore my Kitty, but
she bosses me. Jane Matilda Brown is
smarter than you are, and she'll boss
you. It's fate"
Maybe it was. That was some time
ago; but the checks which are sent out
from the Luckalong homestead are still
signed "Jane Matilda Brown" also,
Carlyle" The last is merely attached
by a hyphen. Frank Leslie's.