News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-01-22
TERMS SI.5O.


as easy
Jane Brown had allowed this waste
OF lung power as long as she could
Her little foot tapped the blackboard
lmpatlently, and she put up her hand
with gesture of annoyance.
need no TERMS and no further
examination"
"There are a thousand acres of
LuckalOng, and the price is fifty dol
lars per acre"
He considered this a clincher; for,
if the truth must be told, the careful
manager of the n. l. G.. thought he
had gotten hold of en- adventures.
! " Yes, of course. l will give you a
draft on the First National Bank of
= City, or my check to that
amount, whichever you prefer"
John Carlyle no longer sought to
/ ven ms astOnlshment. fte gasped
and gazed at the young woman.
wide-eyed and silent. Luther Mellen
turned his grizzly head, and winked
at the manager, touching his own
forehead suggestively.
Miss Brown saw the movement and
smiled. From that same little esatcbel
which had held her map she produced
a letter, addressed to Carlyle's own
self, in the well-known hand of the
head of the firm. The contents were
brief and conclusive:
Honor any check Of the bearer. Jane Ma
tilda Brown, to the amount Of one hundred
thousand dollars, should she so desire Show
her every attention. JOSHUA STERLING"
The date was n fortnight old. but
the document was Enthusiastically
genuine.
When the manager was once more
deposited at the door of the office of
the n. |. G. he was i'm a worse state of
collapse than that occasioned by the
assault of Noah Webster, for this
time it was mental
" How do you like her" demanded
the facetious Mccarthy, as his col
league dropped helplessly into
chair.
"She-she's bought the Luckalong;
and she's going-to,pay casn down.
in the morning, as soon as the pa
pers are ready" " said Carlyle, with an
lmbecile smile. "She bought it-be-
cause she liked the flowers! Some
Sickly blue things that grow there.
She can't be much more than twenty
one, but she must be cracked"
" Hmm ! think you may consider
yourself done for. The firm will be
glad to throw you i'm to bind the bar
gain; and | would like your position.
Then III go for Kitty. Bought it on
account of the flowers. did she? /
wonder why. You bet, there was
reason"
There was. Being himself engaged
to college graduate, the typewritist
had an appreciation for brainy wom-
en-, aud he knew that no such person
as Carlyle described would go into a
rash speculation, however appear
ances might so Indicate.
Nor did she. When her business
with it was completed the office of
the N. J. &. knew Jane Matilda Brown
no more. That is, in person. But
tidinasss of that wonderful .voung
woman reached il from time 70 time.
First, that, living at the finest hotel |
in Fl Dorado, she was experimenting /
the erection of a house and other
buildings at Luckalong. most admir-
ably 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. /. G. office, even
as it had Travelled beyond it into the
distant city, where the president o.
the company gnashed his teeth in
impotent rage.
"Outwitted by chit of a girl whom
| knew in her cradle" he groaned.
Here's for your lassie, that knows
the inside of II book as well as the
covert" jeered Cornelius Mccarthy,
still envious of his comrades salary,
and maliciously remindful of past
weaknesses. "In the vernacular of
the great Luther: That air leetle
blew posy, it pears, never blows no
whar thet thar hain't a coal deposit;
an bless my stars ef thet short
spoke gal didn't know it. An come
ter Texas ter hunt it, Warn't she
sharp? The Luckalong was wuth th,
money she paid Tor t, anyhow; but
now the deposits turned out a mine
-Je-ru-sa-lum ="
That time it was the retailer Of
gossip who was bombarded with the
. unabridged" but he lodged tht
missile. and the volume crashed
through the glass of the "private
entrance"
"Charge it up, Jacky! That was
plate, and cost"
."Hold your tongue, will you? You
can have my place. Pve Leen going
20 tell YOU for some time, but | just
didn't. I'll write my resignation
now"
Good boy But, you lazy son of a
millionaire, you can afford to be kind
to a Mccarthy Of Cork. Kitty shal
write you letterp
mo; L beg. I'D rather not,
thank you"
Don't mention it. I'd rather not,
also. need it myself But-what'lI
YOU do?"
"What have always desired. Su
perintend the working of a coal mine
Oh, by the way, I'm n graduate oi
the School of Mines, Columbia; and
when | told Jennie, we ag eed THAI
I'd better begin to apply my knowl-
edge, practically"
Jennie?" gasped Cornelius.
Yes. Jennie, or Tillie-whichevel
you like"
"Do you-know-her? Or, rather,
love her? Because, if you don't
Yes, / rather love her" inter
rupted Jack, drawing forward his
paper and pen.
Since when?"
"Since she walked into this Office
and took me to see three ranches in
one afternoon"
Jupiter Ammonl Say, friend, did
she hear you yawn that day."
Carlyle drew himself up with Of
Tended dignity. There are some
things too sacred even for friendship.
Gwen, never mind. | see she did
I'm glad shan't have to any more.
But what about the blue-eyed beg
gar-maid'?
There isn't "A beggar, and but one
fool in Texas
"True for you. Still, take friends
advice, old chap, and face the music
aquarely. Now, | adore my Kitty,
but-she bosses me. Jane Matilda
Brown is smarter than you are, and
she'll boss you. It's fate"