Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-03-26
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The opening of November saw re-
markable change in the condition and
the working of the Carlotta silver mine
at Jason City. Colo. During the two
months after the sealing of the compact
between Banker GriersOn and Miss
Huntingdon the Wall street man had
been working like a beaver. Slowly,
surely, he was preparing for a coup.
Only few days after, a new election
had taken place, and by virtue of his
acquisition of Miss Huntingdon S entire
share of CarlOtta he easily had become
possessed of majority of the votes in
the directory. And so all this time he
had been quietly manipulating the at
fairs of the mine until the value of its
output, to an outsider, would have
seemed materially decreased.
Mr.. Grierson was very we'll pleased
with himself as he rang the bell of Miss
Huntingdon 5 house the same evening
that the directors Of the Carlotta Min
ing company were to hold a meeting.
Since the transfer books had closed he
had quietly tyoated, through his various
agents, $500 shares of the stock in
small lots, and as Carlotta was just then
quoted at 1885 the chance for invest
ment had been eagerly seized by good
ly number.
When Miss Huntingdon appeared in
the drawing room in response to his
card, he shook hands with his fair fell
low conspiIator with an effuslveness
that rather surprised her. Had that
young woman known what was rcvolv-
ing in the bankers mind as Il part of
this deal not yet revealed to her she
would have been astOunded.
WELL" the arch schcmer said when
his greetings were over, everything is
working as smoothly as could be desired.
There will be quite a stir in the morning,
to say the least. Can t stop to tell you any
mole nOw-watch the papers. And
Mr.. Grierson bowed himself ont.
Miss Huntingdon dropped on divan
in front of the fireplace. She leaned
forward and gazed into the fire. The
Goals glowed and spluttercd as if in
sympathy with the excitement the
breezy announcement of the banker had
stirred in her breast. So it was coming,
she thought, with an unwOnted light in
her eyes this thing she had dreamed of
SO long. So she was going to be i'll this
as she had been in every move she had
made since she began to gather her for
tune-successful. That the banker had
come with his proposition at the time he
had-was it not proof that she was born
under lucky star:
Father, dear father, she murmured
pensively, you shall have your will. ="
She took from heI pocket cardcase,
and from it drew scrap of paper, yell
low and creased. 1t seemed to rouse
her. II have sworn to crush this man,
James Delafield," nervously clinching
her hand, land l am ready to do it. "
Again she looked at the paper long and
earnestly. That is my thlisman!" she
exclaimed.
But my poor father did not know to
what he condemned me. He did not
know that | would come into such con-
tact with men whose only ambition in
life is to get money-anyway, anyhow
but to get it. He did not know that
to fulfill the VOW he demanded of me
he was subjecting me to an existence
that is fast crushing out of me the SEN
sibility, the goodness of heart-yes. the
very womanliness-that so endeared my
mother to him-an existence distasteful
to me and suffered only for the sake of
my promise But it will soon end;
then my life will be my own. In this
deal shall ruin James Delafield to the
last dollar in his pocket. / cannot fail. ]"
Miss Huntingdon rose and thought
fully paced the floor. why does the
man seek me so? / have not encour-
aged him. Sometimes l feel contempt
ible. Perhaps ought to have sent him
away long ago. And yet the whole
affair came about 50 naturally, and the
acquaintance has progressed in such a
way that to dismiss him would have
been out of the question. AS much as
1 might wish to, / cannot hate him.
Really, 1 must admit it, rather like
him personally. He seems so great
hearted, so frank, so-no, no, mol am
his enemyl / must not think OIL
''Mr. Delafeldi' gravely announced
the servant at this juncture. Miss
Huntingdon turned quickly. With a
graceful, swinging movement she put
out her hand toward the man who had
entered, but feeling almost Judaslike.
Had she attempted to analyze the stu
alton at that moment she wonld have
been confronted by sequence of per-
= wig questions such as would have