Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1894-04-27
THE FATE OF jim WAH.
BY FAITH HOMER.

80 this is Bang-up City? Then
the place is living geographical lie.
Rose Kenyon looked indignant as
she said this.
As she gazed about the collection of
saloons and other dingy shanties
which constituted the only visible por-
ton of the far-famed mining camp,
the Indignant expression on her face
deepened in intensity.
For Miss Kenyon had been led to
expect a very different sort of place.
She had been told that Bang-up City
was species of earthly paradise,
whose inhabitants we're SO we'll salts
fled with life there that they did not
care to make even a short excursion
out into the outer world.
''From what can see of the place,
she murmured, 81 cannot understand
how anyone can ever be induced to
remain in the place over night. Where
is all this Western hustle of which /
have heard? Where is the enterprise
which builds complete new cities in q
month? BAIL / have been imposed
upon"
She paused irresolute upon the plat
form of the little depot that was half
log shanty and half tent.
Rose Kenyon was very fair
vision to gaze upon. Young mot over
twenty-and pretty decidedly pretty
she was the kind of woman who can
be depended upon to set masculinitt
's1ysy- -'BlIe~ears. 's-----s.ssa
Suitors were no novelty to Rose She
had had many lovers, but had sent
them all away. Not one of them had
even approached her ideal
And now she had been allured to
the Rockies by the illiterate invitation
of three men who subscribed themsel
yes as the School Trustees of Bang-up
City.
They had confessed in their queer
letter, that Bang-up City was as yet
without schools of any description, but
they had invited her, at a salary which
had astonished the New England |
school teacher, to come out and change
the state of affairs at Bang-up City.
And Rose had accepted She had
expected that the trustees would be at
the station to meet the first teacher
of their new community, but there
was not soul near the depot. Then
Rose remembered that she had not
told them on which day she expected
to arrive.
Finally Roses eye fell upon a non
descript looking Chinaman who was
coming leisurely up the road. He was
not an inviting specimen of the Mon
golian race. To begin with, he was
dirty. To add to that, he was very
ragged. And. to cap all. he had one
of the most hideous faces ever seea.
"Cally yo' Clip, missy?" he demand |
ed as he came close to her and picked
up the heavy yalise which lay at Miss
Kenyon's feet.
''Is there a hotel here?" Rose
asked.
"Yes, missy you wantee go there?'
Eyes.
''Then 1 cally yo bag"
Chow much?" asked Rose. She |
had New England eye to the cost Of
things.
"Two bitee, missy"
"All right. Lead the way to the /
place.
The Chinaman started down the |
dusty road, followed by Miss Kenyon.
As they got into what might be called |
the heart of the city, Rose saw that
there were a good many men about |
AS she walked along the number Of /
men became larger, and she noticed,
not without uneasiness, that they all |
appeared to be following her. For,
in one way, it got noised about that
this decidedly pretty young woman was
the new schoolma'a am.
And every mothers son of them felt |
that he had an interest in the school |
ma'am, to pay whom all were to be
taxed.
By the time that the Chinaman
came to stop before shanty which
looked just a shade more pretentious
than the rest, the street was crowded
by miners. They all stared at her
yet Rose could not help feeling that
she was the recipient Of attention
most respectfully meant.
Jim Walker, big, handsome fel-
low, made so bold as to step up to her
and inquire:
BEG pardon, but mebbe yer the
new schoolma'am?"
Eyes, l am"
Walker turned to the Chinaman and
said authoritatively: