The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1899-08-17

scrtption, In Captains courageous. Oh
Harvey Cheyne's rush across the conti-
nent. to meet the son whom he had mourned
as dead This is said to have been based on
q record" trip between the same points
San Diego. Cal. and Boston, Mass.-made
by q western railway president In 1885. BY
permission Of the Century company we
print herewith the passage In question.
from Chapter TX OF Captains Cour-
ageouR"
WHATEVER his private sorrows
w may be, q multimillionaire. like
any other working man, should keep
abreast Of his business. Harvey Cheync,
Sr., had gone east late in June to meet
a woman broken down, half mad, who
dreamed day and night of her son
drowning in the gray seas. lie had sur
rounded her with doctors. trained
nurses, massage women, and even faith.
cure companions, but they were useless.
Mrs. Cheyne lay still and moaned. or
talked Of her boy by the hour together
to anyone who would listen. Hope she
had none, and who could offer It? All
she needed was assurance that drown.
ing did not hurt; and her husband
watched TO guard lest she should make
the experiment. OF his own sorrow he
spoke little-hardly realized the depth
of 1t till he caught himself asking the
calendar on his writing desk: whats
the use Of going on?"
He had taken the wife to his raw new
palace in San Diego. where she and her
people occupied wing Of great price.
and Cheyne, in veranda-room, be-
tween a secretary and a typewriter, who
was also telegraphist, toiled along
wearily from day to day. There was q
war Of rates among four western rail-
roads In which he was supposed to be
interested; devastating strike had de.
veloped in his lumber camps in Oregon.
and the legislature of the state of Cali
fornia, which has no love for its makers,
was preparing open war against him.
Ordinarily he would have accepted
battle ereit was offered. and have waged
q pleasant and unscrupulous campaign.
But now he sat Imply, his soft black
hat pushed forward on TO his nose, his
big body shrunk inside his loose clothes,
staring at his boots or the Chinese junks
in the bay, and asserting absently 10
the secretary's questions as he opened
the Saturday mail.
Cheyne was wondering how much Il
would cost TO drop everything and pull
out. He carried huge insurances, could
buy himself royal annuites, and be-
tween one Of his places in Colorado and
q little society (that would do the wife
good), say in Washington and in the
South Carolina islands, q man might
forget plans that had come to nothing.
On the other hand -
The oliok Of the typewriter stopped;
the girl was looking at tho secretary,
who had turned white.
He passed Cheyne telegram repeat
ed from San Francisco:
Picked up by fishing schooner We're Hers
having fallen or boat great times on Banks
fishing all well waiting Gloucester Mass
| care Disko Troop for money or orders wire
what shall do and how Is mama Harvey N.
Cheyns.
The father let It fall, laid his head
down ON the roller-top Of the shut desk,
and breathed heavily. The secretary
ran for Mrs. Cheyne's doctor, who found
Cheyne pacing to and fro.
"What-what d'you think Of Il? Isit
possible? Is there any meaning to It Z
can't quite make It out" he cried.
II can," said tho doctor. II lose seven
thousand q year-that's ALL" lie
thought Of the struggling New York
practice he had dropped ut Cheyne'f
imperious bidding. and returned the
telegram with sigh.
-You mean you'd tell her. May be
a fraud?'
"What's the motiveT' said tho doc
tor, coolly. "Detection's too certain
It's the boy, sure enough"
Enter q French maid, impudently, as
IN Indispensable ono who Is kept on
only by large wages.
"Mrs. Cheyne she say You must come
at once. She think you are seek"
The master Of thirty millions bowed
his head meekly and followed Suzanne;
and thin, high voice on the upper land
ing Of the great whitewood square stair
case cried. "What 1t? What has hap
penedf"
No doors could keep out the shr,el
that rang through the echoing house 9
moment later, when her husband blurt
ed out the news.
"And that's all right" said the doc
tor, serenely, to the typewriter. "About
the only medical statement in novel.
with any truth to It is that Joy don't kill
Miss Kinney"
II know It; but we've o heap to de-
first" Miss Kinney was from Milwau
kee, somewhat direct Of speech; and n.
her fancy leaned towards the secretary
she OWNED there was work in hand
He was looking earnestly ut the vas
roller map Of America on the wall.
"Afilsom, we're going right across
Private car-straight through-Boston
Fix the connections" shouted .Cheyn'
down the staircase.
~ thought so."
The secretary turned to the type
| writer and their eyes met (Out of tha