The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1899-11-28
4 NATTER OF ENVIRONMENT.
She Thought Her Sutton Was .
Mere Dancing Man-After-
ward She Changed Her
Mind.
BY ". R. ROSE
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When Roger Hendricks suggested Il
his only daughter that she might fine
! 1t pleasant to accompany him on 9
journey across the continent she eager
ly agreed with him. When he added
that she would have to rough it for 6
week or more she was delighted.
II must stop at our new Midas mines
In Nevada, and there'll be wagon ride
Of IS miles from the railway and nc
! telling what rude. accommodations aft
er we get there" ''s9e
Don't say another word, daddy"
she cried. 'T'm just dying to get away
from all these commonplace luxuries!
want change. Pm sick of the effete
east. want to lose myself somewhere
beyond the odor of factory smoke and
the glare Of electric lights"
you'll be glad to welcome both, "
said Roger Hendricks little grimly
when you find yourself where there
isn't the slightest tint of smoke on the
dismal horizon and where your electric
light is an evil smelling lamp or sput.
tering tallow candle"
''Trust me-" laughed Grace You'll
find my romantic views have a very
practical background. And we are to
visit the mines, are weY'
Eyes," replied Roger, ''the new
Midas. want to look them over my
self. They are the coming wonders of
the mining field and Pm anxious to see
just what shape they are in. By the
way" and he looked at her narrowly,
IAN old friend of yours is our assist
ant superintendent at the Mines"
"A friend of mine? Who?'
Robert Conklin."
"Roberti knew he was going away,
but had no idea where. It's certainly
strange environment for the prince
of the german. Daddy, want to tell
you something. Robert asked me to
be is wife just before he went away"
'Did he? Well, there are worse
young men than Robert"
''Are there. daddy? 1 thought they
were all monotonously alike, the same
clean shaven faces, the same dress suits
and white ties and patent feathers and
languid drawls and inane small talk.
Robert was a charming fellow-of the
conventional type-and he had beauti-
full white hands and lovely complex
ion, but he was too much like all the
others to please your fastidious child"
What did you tell him, my grip
when he popped? Oh, told him
bluntly that he wasn't my ideal, and /
sent him away"
Roger smiled.
sand he came to me-" he said, ''and
/ sent him away still farther. But it
will not embarrass you to meet him at
the minesY
mot in the least, daddy. Why should
itY
Il don't know" He laughed and
turned away.
g He did not tell his spoiled darling
that he was Roberts sworn ally or
that he was plotting at that very mo-
ment to secure what he thought was
her happiness.
Three weeks later two seated wag-
on drawn by team of stout, though
very tired. horses mounted the last hill
that interviewed between the railway
station and the Midas mines. In the
wagon were Roger Hendricks and
Grace and an extremely taciturn,
though highly skilled, driver. who had
been sent over to meet them.
AS they mounted the crest Of the last
long hill Roger Hendricks turned to
the driver.
SIS Superintendent Ingersoll wellT
he asked
"Dunne," said the driver.
Don't know" echoed the capitalist.
isn't he at the minesT
''Nope. He's across In Californy."
@What fort?
Health"
II didn't know he was ILL.," said the
capitalist. whats his troubleP"
Knife in ribs. Couple O. fellers from
SINNERS Flat came over an started
fuss. Superinten'an ant tried to stop 'em
an got Jabbed. Bobsy run in an foored
the fellers blff! bang! an then he toted
superintendent over the line to doc
tor, an sent me to Carson City with the
fellers."
"And the mines?"
mines is runnin all right. Bobsy's
runnin 'em"
"Who is Bobsy?"
Dunno his other name. That's him
comm"
He pointed with his whip at an ap-
preaching figure.
1t was the figure Of tall young man
In SLOUGH hat, coarse flannel shirt,
rough brooches and long, clay stained
boots. He had plentiful crop of hair,
a face extremely sunburned where it
wasn't covered by brown curly beard,
and his arms, exposed by his rolled up
shirt sleeves, were brown and sinewy.
He took off his hat to Grace and ex-
tended his hand to her father.
by George" cried the latter, ''it's
Conklin-it's Robertp And he leaned
over and vigorously shook the young
mans hand. Grace gave little gasp.
Was this rough young Adonis. bearded
and tanned, the white handed darling
of the ballroom?
Then Robert quickly stepped to the
wagon, and reaching up swung her
lightly to the ground.
"Glad to welcome you to the mines,
Miss Grace" he said In an easy man.
ner, with no trace of self conscious
ness. And what astonished Grace most
of all was That he made no excuses for
his decidedly unconventional garb.
"Hold on" cried the capitalist as
they walked toward the superintend-
ents cottage. Are you Bobsy"
"That's what the Chinese cook calls
me-" laughed the young man, land
believe the rest of the camp has adopt
ed the title. We all have our nick
names out here, you know. But this is
the superintendent cottage. Miss
Grace will take my room, and you, sir,
will take Mr.. Ingersoll's. The Chinese
servants will serve your meals here"
"And will you not join us?' asked
Grace in her sweetest manner.
Il should be pleased to- be answer
ed simply and turned away to talk
with her father.
Robert came to supper and the only
changes he had made in his toilet were
the removal of his SLOUGH hat and the
addition of rough sack coat. But he
was nowise embarrassed. He certainly
talked well, and Grace saw that her
father was greatly taken with him.
Robert went away early, knowing
they were tired and presumably sleepy.
AS the sound Of his footsteps died on