The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1898-03-09
(FrOm the Pail Mall MagaZine.)

callCw youth were: Puseyism. platitudes
and pastry! When he came of ag2 he I'M
expectedly inherited. under the terms Of
an aunt's will. the sum Of G20CO. This
Tindfall encarmined the fancy Of mis- fam
world"
Iravel!' echoed his mother. My prec-
icus bird-who has Put this idea into your
: dear head?
And what part of the world?" said the
vicar Of Cranberry Orcas. does my son
propose to visit?"
lily.
In this. my son. said Rev. Ignatius
Tourmaline as he clapped his second egg,
i can see the finger Of Providence"
The Tourmalines were at breakfast.
Rlandina, the eldest daughter. suggested
thoughtfully that a 1.-THE of the legacy
would build recedos, and Athanasia
hoped that her brother would not forget
that ESQ would restore the lych gate.
Sammy shook his head
Il shall travel" said he. land see the
The new part of it," said Sammy. slow
~. CRANBERRY Orcas isis moth eaten.
] need change, yes a change. and 1 shall
take 1t in California"
Seriously speaking" remarked Rev. Ig-
nat1us. your mother, Samuel, and 1 could
not possibly sanction your going so far
IRON civilization and church influence"
But eventually the parents accorded their
consent. The vicar was reminded by the
concerning the wits of housekeeping
youths. Sammy-so said this genial sports
man-Was old enough to be entered at the
game of life. 1t was high time indeed that
he should be-breeched:
Accordingly, Samuel engaged a state
room on board the Majestic, packed his
portmanteau, kissed the members of his
household goodby, and departed. From a
spiritual and temporal standpoint he was
armed cap-a-pie. His sisters and aunts pre-
tented manuals of devotion; his unces sent
weapons Of Offense and defense.
Thus fortified against the world, the flesh,
and the devil. our hero set forth upon his
travels. He duly landed in New York suf-
fered previously at the hands of CUSTOM
house officials and hackmen, and finally,
mentally and physically upset, registered
his name at the Waldorf.
After dinner he sailed forth into Fifth
avenue, and was pacing slowly up the
street chewing the cud of succulent remi-
nlscence, when tap on the shoulder clap
ped wings to his thoughts.
Mr.. TOurmaline, l believe" said SLIM
. MISUNDERSTANDING man; the son of Ig-
natius Tourmaline, the author of 'Crypts
and the Apostolic Succession Just so.
May l introduce myself? Colonel Bagshot
at your service"
"Tha-a -anks,'' stammered Sammy his
novels elastic with Amusement.
Met your distinguished father" contin-
ued the colonel, lat the Athenaeum-at
dinner. And seeing your name at the Wal
dorf register 1 ventured to address you.
Have you many friends in NV York Mr..
T0urmaline?"
Il don't know a SOUL" said Sammy, with
what grace he could command, mot q
soul-except you. colonel"
The colonel replied politely that the son
of Ignatius TourmaliEe mad peculiar
claims, egad, on Jack Bagshot; that he (the
speaker) possessed special knowledge OF
what was Technically called 1.-The ropes
and that his knowledge lay at Sammy's
disposal: that an old Etonian. and one
who had worn her majestys livery. he con-
sidered it, by George, his duty, his sacred
duty to extend the glad hand of good
fellowship to an English gentleman.
In the course of the next week the
colonel and Sammy swore an eternal
friendship Bagshot put the distinguished
stranger up at his club. small but-as ne
bserved-select coterie of gentlemen, men
of birth and leisure.
1.-The Millonalres," he remarked, with a
touch of scorn. lis too big and too far up
town l belong to it, Of course. but l sell
dom go there. You would feel lost IN its
marble halls
In return for this and other courtesies
Sammy conilded 10 the colonel the story OF
the legacy, and several interesting partlcI-
lars about the Tourmalne family. 10 this
information the colonel lent sympathetic
ear and was kind enough to say that Sam
my in his opinion, had acted with pluck
and judgment, and with wisdom beyond
his years.
1.-The times. my boy are corky. Every
thing is for sale-at the lowest figures. Gilt
edged opportunities for investment go a
begging. This glorious state of affairs can
not last much longer; the hour has come to
load up
I'VE will load up" repeated Sammy SOL
EMMY.
Il own" continued the colonel gravey,
"a one-half interest in the Shotgun mine in
California. And the ore of that mine,
Tourmaline. assayed yesterday-only
yesterday. 1t goes $500 to the ton. Do you
know what that meanS?"
TN be honest with YOU" replied our
hero. Il don't"
1T means, sir. half million to me-Jack
Bagshot."
"Pounds?" said Sammy.
Dollars"
Colonel I congratulate YOU"
THE other half interest" murmured the
colonel, his well-waxed mustache brushing
Sammy's left ear has been given me to
sell-it can be bought for $1,000 cash..
A pregnant silence succeeded these
words.
Colonel" said Sammy presently, why
don't you buy shat other half interest and
clear million? Then we will celebrate
The man who had worn her majesty S
livery ccughed, hollow cough, that be-
SPOKE distress.
You press me hard. Tourmaline," he re-
piled in broken accents Il gave you
credit for more tact and feeling. II am
proud man. And-and you force me to
humble myself in the dust l have not got
$1,000. Not word sir. 1 have spent my
available capital in securing this one-half
interest in the Shotgun mine. I suppose
those sharks in Wall street will snap up
the other"
The colonel gazed wistfully across the
bar of the saloon.
Yes, some millionaire. gorged with ILL
gotten wealth. will gobble up that half in
terest. All. the pity of it!
NO said Sammy stoutly. Cheer up.
colonel, cheer up! I'm going to ask you
question. Why-why shouldn't l buy that
half interest? Hay?"
You" murn.ured the old soldier you,
Tourmaline? l never thought of you. No.
It's matter Of principle with me. l say
no-a Thousand times. no!''
Colonel, 1 shall wire my bankers today
for the money. And I'll buy that half in
terest whether you like it not. Do you
hear?"
But the colonel, apparently, did not hear.
The foothills of San Lorenzo county were
aglow with color when Sammy paid his
first visit to the famous Shotgun mne But
the beauty Of the Californian landscape
evoked from our hero not single note of
admiration. He was blind drunk with the
lust of gold.
colonel softly inhaling the aromatic breeze
from the ocean.
Il don't approve of it, replied Sammy
Grossly There is too much state"
He had filled a stout canvas sack with
specimens Of ore, taken from within and