Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1893-02-18

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senator as long as there was any
thing in it. Major Mckinley built
up his tariff bill just to protect Steve
and me. We own sheep. Right
between our properties there is a
dry run. Rains come up suddenly,
and in fifteen minutes it's bowling
torrent. Three weeks ago young
Mexican and his sweetheart were
eloping from a cruel and unforgiv
ing aunt, who was in hot pursuit
AS they reached the run, just after
a storm, the water swept down upon
them and they were drowned The
aunt became raving maniac-the
Judgment of heaven"
The major thoughtfully wiped his
glasses and the elderly lady shivered
little. About your nephew, ma
iorg" she said. David Grieve" had
already slipped to the floor-a very
common occurrence with David"
my nephew, ma'am, is the finest
young fellow in the west, and he has
prospects too. The other day Dor
chester said to me, st. Clair, we
must look aftlr Charley when we
60 And l said: Wen start him
now. There's fortune in mules.
New Mexico needs mules. Well
send up to Kansas City and Chicago
and buy up lot of worthless mares
and'"-
Pardon me, major. My interest
in mules does not extend to details.
I am content to know that your
nephew has such distinguished in
dOrSement.
The apologies of the major, which
were offered with an air of the high
est courtliness, were interrupted by
the porter who, entering, proceeded
to close the windows and transoms.
Pray" said Mrs. Van Dorm, what
is the meaning of this2"
1--WE are approaching the tunnel,
the dividing line of the Ration range
In that event think must sum
mon my niece.
Now, my dear Mrs. Van Dorm,
don't be alarmed. have assured
you that my nephew will hold her
tight.
But don't want him to hold her
tight" cried the lady Indignantly.
"A mere figure of speech, ma'am,
for my nephew is not the sort of
man to take advantage of helpless
woman. All, we are in the tunnel
nova magnificent piece of work, a
great triumph for the Santa Fe.
They call it the Atchison in Boston,
which is one Of the few privileges the
stockholders in that town enjoy"
The train shot out of the tunnel.
and Miss Clancey entered the car,
very rosy and very happy. Young
Mr.. Jobson followed, and in passing
he gave the majors hand grateful
squeeze.
Such charming rider cried Miss
Clancey. such exquisite scenery
and such lovely wild flowers! 1t
seems to me that could live in this
country forever"
"And you shall-shan't she, Char
ley9" said the major facetiously.
Whereat everybody laughed, and
Mrs. Van Dorm, still thinking of the
Earl of Dorchester. gave the young
man kindly glance that racked
him with remorse.
Nov that we are so pleasantly
acquainted. said the major, and his
face clouded, II regret more than
ever the receipt of this telegram
that compels me to leave you at
Ration.
"At Raton9 Why, that is the next
stationl" exclaimed Mrs. Van Dorm.
The young lady said not word, but
trouble looked out of her eyes.
"Yes," said the major with an Of.
fort, Il have an engagement with
Dorsey and Tom Catson, and $1,000
engagements cant be put off like a
dinner. My nephew is going on to
Los Angeles, however. commend
him to your care, Mrs. Van Dorm"
We'll watch him." answered the
lady cheerfully. Already she was
revolving what she would say when
presented to the Earl of Dorchester.
"Ratonl Twenty minutes TO din
nerl" cried the porter
Young Jobson caught the stout
man In the vestibule and wrung his
hand. Major" he began, Il can't
begin to tell you how grateful"---
"Major nothing returned the
stout man. II enjoyed it. Don't
mention it. Here's my card. and If
things don't pan out write to me,
my boy, and I'll help you all can"
Dinner was over and the train was
flying on to Las Vegas. The elderly
lady leaned back on the pillow and
fell asleep. David Grieve. as usual,
had been kicked and otherwise pro
jected under the seat. Young Mr..
Jobson and Miss Clancey sat comfort
ably in section IL. They conversed
in low, delightful whispers. In the
disengaged hand Of the young man
was card. In momentary lull he
glanced at it, Then he groaned.
What is itl" inquired the young
woman anxiOugly.