The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1897-09-04

a mind TO stop over and revive tina
charge against him."
Indeed you won't do anything of the
kind" retorted Helen. and Philip
changed the subject.
"Have you seen enough of the place ?"
he asked.
eyes"
"Wen, / haven't. Drive back up
Broadway past the Guaranty building.
and then take the road up the Little
Chiwassee"-this last 20 the old negro.
Opposite the Office building OF the
defunct town company they stopped
again. When the crash came there
were many sufferers, and evidences
OF rascality on the part of the COM
pany's agents were not lacking. There
had been n mob and a riot, and the COM
pany's Offices had suffered first and
most. The four-storied building OF brick
and stucco had been first Quilted and
then bombarded with such missiles as
impotent rage could find. II stood grim
and gaunt, with battered walls and un-
glazed openings; a monument more pit
iful than it's fellows, and vet less
worthy. since it's owners gained where
all others lost.
Helen shivered and drew her wrap
closer, as II the desolation made her
cold. Lets go on" she said. Its
too dreadful; it's like being in a Gene
terry with the graves all opened and the
dead people staring at you out OF their
broken cofiinsi"
$50 feet the works OF men
Back 10 the earth again."
quoted Philip, giving the order TO the
driver.
When they had passed the dismantled
Johannisberg, with its once beautiful
lawn grown up into weedy desert,
Philip pointed TO a last summers corn
field across the Little Chiwassee.
THAT was assee-by-the-Stream In
my day." he said. Lots sold over there
for $3.50 front foot"
The old negro pulled his horse into
an unwilling trot, and the carriage
rolled around the shoulder of Johns
mountain in cloud OF yellow dust;
the ruined street suddenly became a
quiet country road, and the dead city
lay behind them. An hour later they
had climbed the spur bounding the
Scotchman's farm, and Philip pointed
out n comfortable stone farmhouse
nesting against the sloping bosom OF
the mountain.
That's Duncan's," he said, as they
ratified down TO the gate; "and there's
Elsie-Mrs. Robert Protheroe, should
say-standing in the door with my god
son in her arms"
They were expected, though not
until later in the day, and Mrs. Dun
can and Elsie were presently in bus
lie of kindly hospitality that carried
Philip swiftly back TO the days of his
exile.
Jamie an Robbie'll be home 10 the
dinner" said Mrs. Duncan. They've
just gone up the mountain TO fess auld
Johnnie down to greet ye, Master
Thorndyke."
And how is old Johnnie?" inquired
Philip, trying to win some token of
recognition from the small philosopher
in Elsie's arms.
yen not see the change o. DAY la
him." replied the mother, and the
daughter added: "He HAS but one
trouble now, and you're responsible for
that; he can't begin 70 spend his income,
and he will persist in burying it under
a stone in his fireplace"
Philip laughed, and then il suddenly
occurred 10 the good housewife that
her guests must be craving the privacy
which is the time-honored right of tray-
elers in all climes; whereupon there
was more kindly hustle, and Philip and
Helen were shown up TO the little bed
room under the caves.
Helen sat down on the bed while
Philip was unstrapping the valises.
She's pretty, Phil, very pretty, and
sweet enough To be taken without
sugar, think"
"Who? Mrs. Duncan?" asked Philip,
without looking up.
"Of course notl"--with impatient
scorn-"Mrs. Duncans daughter. And
under the circumstances, Phil, 1 think
you deserve great credit for not falling
in love with her; do, really"
Philip tugged at the straps until he
grew red in the face. Perhaps 1
should II Protheroe hadn't stolen
march on me. imagine il was as good
as settled between them long before
my time"
THE ENn