Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-09-18
CHAPTER XIII.
"tfood morning. Mr.. Bartlett"
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Not intellectual or highly original re-
marks We're these, no doubt. and vet the
uticrcrs of them were intelligent English
men enough. and each WAS a fair type
of the class to which he belonged. What
the rector of Woolburn was we know,
but MIR. Bartlett was of different and
more robust genus. He was land agent
to Lord Thors,l:,le. and rich peers mod
el land agent ought, it seems, to combine
two characters; he should be bit of a
lawyer and 4 bit of an agriculturist MIR.
Bartlett combined the two characters.
II have lost my best clerk" he said.
Young Carder, who was one out of fifty,
has gone off suddenly to be partner with
his father and his uncle out in Ohio, in
some rock oil business, and l am left
with old Screedle. who is good at ac-
counts. but can't ride, and gets binder
every day. What l want is a bright,
brisk young fellow, who can ride horse
and drive gig and keep his books square.
And where am / to find him, I wonder.
Mr.. Langton?"
II think l know" replied the rector.
after moments meditation, ''precisely
the candidate that would suit you. I
have no hesitation in recommending him.
not in the least; but am far from certain
that, II you deemed him suitable for the
post you have to fill. he would be willing
to accept 1t"
"Carder's salary was hundred and
fifty pounds year." rejoined the land
agent, promptly, ITO be raised, had he re-
manned with US six months more. to u
hundred and eighty. But then the second
clerk ought to be worth his SALT
II think you will find my young friend
and favorite pupil worth his salt" re-
Joined the rector, smiling. "You have
heard his name. probably. 1t lis young
Don-Mr. Don, as they call him here
abouts-the jet hunter, old Captain Oba-
diah's fOster-son.'
"Ay. ay! muttered Mr.. Bartlett, doubt
fully, as he ratified his watch chain. eyes.
yes-I have heard of him-the gentleman
jet hunter-a brave lad, am sure, and
u good one, Mr.. Langton, or you would
not speak of him as you do. That young
Don! No. never saw him, but always
fancied him vain, flighty sort of young
stcr, lording it over the fisher folk because
they take him for something grander than
they are-bold enough, but conceited and
willful."
You have been much nisinformed,
Mr.. Bartlett, said the rector, seriously.
''Don-our Don-is the soul Of modesty,
as your true knight should be, with n
kind word for all. That he is gentle
man born all believe, but he never pre-
sumes on the supposed superiority of his
birth, and is to this hour the same frank,
true hearted boy that have always found
him. II you wan: an assistant up at
ThOrsdale. and Don suits you, all could
do, Mr.. Bartlett, would be to congratu-
late both employer and employed
II should like to have FIVE minutes
talk with the young man." said Mr..
Bartlett. after q moments reflection.
Nothing easier" cheerily responded
the rector. ''since it is the time at which
Don usually comes to read with me: and
there he comes. with old Captain Jelson
for once by his side"
And indeed at that instant Don's 1.-THE
figure, accompanied by the gaunt, gi-
gantic form of old Obadiah, came in sight.
Then followed the usual greetings.
Mr.. Langton was the first to come to
the point. "Aiy friend, Mr.. Bartlett
here" he said, "who is land agent Of Lord
Thorsdale's estate, was just telling me of
a vacancy in the land Office. He has lost
good clerk, and although should lose
good pupil. have ventured, Don, my
boy. to suggest that the appointment
might suit you, and that you might like
the vacant post"
Dear Mr.. I.anston.' said Don, turning
his noble young face toward the clergy
man. you are always kind-too kind-to
me. But 1 am afraid should make an
Indifferent sort of clerk, even il this
gentleman were willing to take me in
that capacity. like books, but all my
life has been spent in the free air and in
exercise. We jet hunters would be out
Of place at desk. You are very kind.
and MIR. Lungion is more than kind. but
ana jet hunter. and must live and die
with those who cared for me when was
little child.
don, my boy, such a rise in life for
you. in whose career have always taken
an INTEREST," pleaded the clergyman. But
Don remained .lnconvinced, until his two
well-wishers found an unexpected ally in
grim old Obadiah. who suddenly out
stretched the gaunt length Of his bony
arm. Don. my foster-son, and my own
lad," exclaimed the old captain Of Jet
hunters. ITO my voice you should hearken,
when it speaks. % it has ever done, for
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