The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1900-05-12

Dave went out into the back porch,
where a stream of water shot from
the end OF a hollow log into trough;
the water came from spring on bill
side half a mile distant. The inventor of
this crude aqucduct was Ronald Fan
shaw; he was only a boy when he con-
ceiyed the idea, but he gave every spare
moment TO its construction. He had
felled the trees, dug the long ditch
through the meadows and fields, taken
the level and completed what was still
considered a marvel of convenience by
the neighbors. While il was building,
Jason Fanshaw had contributed many
peevish objections to the work, which
he considered a waste of time, but when
the clear, cold water gushed out at his
door, he melted under a blaze of won
der, and now no stranger ever came to
his house who was not shown "the wa
terworks."
"Huh," lie would eXclaim with pride,
nobody else has got spring on his
land high enough fur such n thing. Col.
llasbrookc would pay TO end o money
ef he could have It, lie has 10 keep two
niggers busy film his tank an then the
waters stale an hot. You see, we sunk
our pipes so deep that the waters as
cold as ice"
A hundred yards from the house
was dense wood which stretched on
to n small river a mile away, and fur
ther on TO high mountain, and here
Dave found his brother lying on the
grass reading his Blackstone. In his
unlikeress TO his family he was an
anomaly; he was over six feet in height,
well built, slender, dark Of complex
ion, hair and eyes. There was in the
shapely prominence OF his brow sug-
gestion of strong mentality one might
look for in vain in any Of the other
Fanshaws; his limbs had the slight,
strong look OF a blooded horse; PALM
isl would have said that his hands in
dicated the possession OF a refined, SEN
sitiye spirit.
"0h, / had no idea you was heerl"
take q walk 10 git away from all that
clatter up at the house. An TO tell
you the truth, I've got quart hid in
that stump thar; don't you want to
wet yore whistle, as the feller said?
have TO keep IL hid from the old man;
he's too ALFRED stingy to buy whisky,
but he loves il like hog does slop.'
you know never drink" replied the
other, firmly. His words formed
striking contrast TO the dialect OF his
brother; there was vague sadness Of
tone In his voice, and his eyes dropped
rs if they were weary of the print upon
which they had been resting.
''Well, / reckon you won't mind eff l
take pull at it," said Dave. I'm dry
as a powder-horn." He removed fiat
stone from the hollow Of the stump
and took out his flask. Here's lookin'
at you," and the neck of the bottle went
into his mouth.
~ suppose they made me the subject
OF their talk, as usual" said Ronald,
when Dave had replaced the flask under
the stone and sat on the stump, his legs
crossed.
Not any more'n common, Ron;
they've got TO talk; talkin' comes as
natural TO women as cluckin' does 10
hens; the only difference is hens cluck
when they are busy, an cackle when
they've laid; the time to git away from
a woman's tongue is when she's idle,
an that's all the time. But, honest,
| don't see why they won't let you
| alone. You want TO read an study, be-
cause il suits you, an / am with you,
tooth an toe nail. Now, | had my head
set on ranch life out west, because /
Utterly love boss flesh an cattle-raisin',
but they all come down on me like a
landslide an Us had 10 hoe corn an
cotton like niger fur about forty cents
day, when / might been maxim two
dollars an a-had my independence"
Ronald Fanshaw smiled genially, but
he made no reply, and Dave sauntered
away 10 the river TO see IL his trout
lines had caught anything. When he
found himself alone our hero fell to
dreaming OF his past life. Above the
tree-tops half a mile TO the east, or
slight elevation, he could see the
high, steep roof and dormer windows
of the chief mansion OF the locality,
"Carnleigh," the splendid home Of the
county's greatest planter, Col. Henry
! Hasbrooke.
The house, in It's silent grandeur, rep
rcsenting wealth and power, had been
potent factor in the struggles OF this
young man towards the acquisition OF
things above and beyond him In the
dreamy blue realm of possibility. It's
massive Corinthian columns, its vast
white proportions and its aristocratic
inmates, whom he saw driving along
the roads. told him constantly what he
and his family were not. Up 10 bis
twenty-fifth year his fancy had dared TO
play only about the exterior Of this old
family seat, but Of lnte his imagination
call IL ambition, IL you will, had led
him beyond the mystic portals, and he
walked there with men and ladies'; he
dined there; he discussed topics he had
read with the white-haired host; he
stood near the piano and heard Evelyn
lIasbrooke play and sing; he saw her
white hands nit over the KEYS. and felt