Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-05-14

WnAI Mu6N LNQNlA4NA - ~ 49, 500 -
i~mpeaehable, aud no Sman ever com
back upon him with complaints OF their
g~enulneness. The world allowed that
he was at least commercially honorable
but felt fully convinced that be was
eaten up with desire for gold.
But the world was wrong. The Cap
tain himself was sometimes given 70
metaphysical speculation, and even he
was puzzled to know IL his heart had q
whit more feeling than any other pump
ing engine. Women he looked upon as
frivolities OF vanity To which he could
not reconcile his sternl nature; and men
he regarded as i~nstruf tents to De rigor-
ously disciplined, not Hiling at the time
to discipline himself. 'His heart was or
no use TO him except 70 circulate MS
blood. In default, therefore, OF loving
anything, he fell quite naturally to pur-
suing a difficult task-Ahe ptling up OF
q mountain Of gold. TAs was congenlal
solely because IL was d cult, and din
culties overcome were $ only sources
OF satisfaction.
Now It happened ht a new firm
trading TO the East, in ompetition with
Messrs. Ruin Il Rui had made ad-
vances to Capt AnderI n with q view TO
engaging him In theil service; ana, as
they offered liberal { ms, including q
handsome percentage tt was not long
before the old seams was won over.
Here Is a chance, thdNght he, OF heap
ing up my mountain SO much the more
quickly, and l Am determined that my
actions snail not be hampsred by senti-
ment. Notwithstanding this last
threat, he found II a very unpleasant
thing to break with the old employers,
one OF whose ships he had commanded
for a score Of years. But he would get
scott free Of them before be finally con-
cluded negotiations With the new peo-
pie. Aud 90 II came to pass that one
morning be walked along Billiter street
with his twenty. year-old commission In
his pocket.
il Is curious how fond real old salts
are Of dress when shore. Here was
John Anderson IN a sop hat and kid
gloves, looking anything but at homein
them. The glossy hat was q mockery
20 his bold, sea-wOrn face, and his big
knuckles we're almost bursting through
the soft kid with indignation at the az
front put upo them.
He reached the chambers in which
the firm OF MesSrs. Ruin & Ruin was es-
tabIished and assembled khe staircase,
for the Office was on the second floor.
The senior member was Within and the
Captain was admitted Into his room
without delay.
''Glad to see you, Capt. Anderson"
said Mr.. Ruin In an unusually cordial
tone, at the same time shaking hands.
You've made q capitall passage and
freighted the ChrysOlite veil"
Mr.. Ruin was a big, Tat man, who
spoke Oily. His clean-shaven face was
never without the remnants of q smile
"a smile, though. which was no re-
markable for its sincerity. Still, it had
its value-iD the market7for il was a
commercial smile. A pair Of small gray
ewes we're almost hidden BY the obese
curves Of his cheeks, but you learned Ia
a very short time that theyfkopta sharp
and shrewd lookout from behind those
rampSrts. The two men sat down az
opposite sides OF the taol8, the owner
Guessing from the Captains manner
that there was something liz the wind
ADD the Captain thinking bis employsr's
exuberance Of eivility ~haROkened more
than was manifest
eyes, / brough OK passage. -
replied the 70, looking
straight AZ 81 it's the last
she'll make
The ron1 ) eOalssced.