The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-01-25

/ am Mistress OF the Mine, Mr.. Went
worth"
49,. CHAPTER XIV.
IT any man more miserable and de-
jected than John Kenyon lived in tho
broad Dominion of Canada he was, in
deed, a person to be pitied. After hay.
ing sent his cablegram to Wentworth
he went to his very cherries hotel, and
nextmorning when he woke up he knew
that Wentworth would have received
that message, but that the chances were.
ten thousand to one that he could not
get the money in time, even if he could
get it at all. Still he resolved to STAY in.
Ottawa, much as he detested the place,
until the hour of option expired. Then,
he thought, he would look around
among the mines, and see if he could not
get something to do in the management
of one of them. This would enable him
to make some money and to help pay,
of the indebtedness which he and
Wentworth would owe in London as q
result of their disastrous speculation.
He felt so depressed that he did what
most other Englishmen would have
done in his place; he took long walk.
He stood on the bridge over the Ottawa
river and gazed for little while at the
Chandiere falls, with the mist rising
from the chasm into which the waters
plunged. Then he walked along the
other side of the river among the big
sawmills and huge interminable piles of
lumber, with their grateful piney smell.
BY and by he found himself in the coun-
try, and then the forest closed in upon
the bad road on which he walked. New
ertheless he kept on and on, without
needing where he was going. Here
and there he saw clearings in the woods,
and log shanty, OF perhaps a, barn.
The result of all this was that, being
healthy man, he soon developed an
enormous appetite. which forced itself
upon his attention in spite of his de-
preston. He noticed the evening was
closing around him, and so was glad to
come to farmhouse that looked better
than the ordinary shanty he had left
behind. Here he asked for food, and
soon sat down to a plentiful meal, the
coarseness of which was more than
compensated for by the excellence of
his appetite. After dinner he began to
realize how tired he was. and felt aston
ished to hear from his host how far he
was from Ottawa.
"You can't get there tonight" said
the farmer; ''it is no use your trying.
You stay with us tonight and I'll take
you in tomorrow. I'm going there in
the afternoon" And so Kenyon re-
manned all night, and slept the dream
less sleep of health and exhaustion.
1t was somewhat late in the after
noon when he reached the city of Otta-
wa. Going toward his hotel be was as
tonished to hear his name shouted after
him. Turning round. he saw man
rushing toward him whom he did not
recognize.
"Your name is Kenyon, isn't it?''
asked the man, somewhat out of breath.
Eyes, that is my name
II guess you don't remember me. I
am the telegraph operator. We have
had dispatch waiting for YOU for some
time, a cablegram from London. We
have searched all over the town for you,
but couldn't find you
"Ah," said Kenyon, els it important?"
"Well, that don't know You had
better come with me to the office and
get it. Of course, they don't general
~ cable unimportant things. Iremem-
Der it said something about you keep
ing yourself in readiness for some
thing"
They walked together to the teie-
graph Office. The boy was still search
ing for Kenyon with the original dis
patch, but the operator turned up the
file and read it to him.
"You see it wants an answer" he
said; that's why thought 1t was i'm
portant to get you. You. viii have
plenty OF time for all answer tonight"
John took a lead pencil and wrote
the cable dispatch which Wentworth
received. He paid his money and said:
Il will so to my hotel: It is the -
house. I win wait there, and if any
thing comes for me send it over as
soon as possible"
"All right" said the operator; that
Is the best plan; then we will know ex-
actly where to find you. OF course,
there is no use in your waiting here,
because we can getyou in Ave minutes.
Perhaps I had better telephone to the
hotel for you if any thing comes.'' Is
''Very WE'LL" said Kenyon. "I will
leave it all in your hands,
Whether it was the effect of having
been in the country or not, John felt
that, somehow, the cablegram he had
was good omen. He medi-
lated over the ill luck he had suffered in
Tue whole business from beginning to
End, sand thought Of old Mr.. Ion1