The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1901-10-04

tion of Canada City Mr.. Windibrook' 8
ministration would have been success
full. But, singularly enough, the rude
miner was apt to resent this familiar
ity, and it is recorded that Isaac Wood,
otherwise known as "Grizzly Wood"
once responded to a cheerful back slap
from the reverend gentleman by an os-
tentatiously friendly hug which nearly
0islocated the pastors ribs. Perhaps
Mr.. Windibrook was more popular on
account of his admiring enthusiasm
over the prosperous money getting
members OF his flock and singular
J sympathy with their methods, and Mr..
TriXits daring speculations were an
especially delightful theme to him.
"Ah, Miss TriXit," he said as Cissy
entered the little parlor, ''and how is
your dear father? Still startling the
money market with his fearless specu-
lations? This, Brother Jones'" turning
to a visitor, sis the daughter of our Ma
poleon of finance, Montagu TriXit On
ly last week in that deal in the Com
stock he cleared $4,000. Yes, sir" re-
pCdIihS IL Win iOO,OOO
about two hours and a single stroke Of
the pen. l believe am not overstating,
Miss TriXit," he added, appealing to
Cissy with portentous politeness that
was as badly fitting as his previous
"heartiness"
Cissy colored slightly. 81 don't know"
she said simply. She was perfectly
truthful Shn Of 70
theirs business except the vague repu-
tation of his success.
Her modesty, however, produced a
singular hilarity in Mr.. Windibrook
and playful push. "You don't know?
Ha, but l do. Yes, sir"-to the visitor
81 have reason to remember it. l called
upon him the next day. 1 used, sir, the
freedom Of an old friend. 'Trixit,'
said, clapping my hand on his shoulder,
the Lord has been good to you. l con-
gratuate YOU
HIM! he said without looking up
What do you reckon those cOngratula-
tions are worth? Many a man, sir, who
didn't know his style would have been
staggered. But knew my man. l look
ed him straight in the eye. a new Or
gam | said, and as good a one as Sac
ramento can turn OUT
'He took up piece of paper, scrawl-
ed few lines on it to his cashier and
said, Will that do?" Mr.. Windibrooks
voice sank to thrilling whisper. "It
was an order for $1,000! Fact, sir.
That is the father of this young lady"
"Ie had better luck than Bishop
Briggs had with old Johnson, the Ell
celsior bank president" said the visit
Or encouraged by Windibrook's "heart-
iness" into humorous retrospect.
"Briggs goes to him for a subscription
for a new fence round the buryin
ground, the old one havin rotted away.
'Ye don't want no fence sez johnson
short like. No fence round buryin
ground? sez Briggs, starin. No. Them
as is in the buryin ground can't get out,
and them as isn't don't want to get in,
no how. So you kin just travel. | amt
givin money away on uselessness.' Ha,
hal"
chill silence followed, which check
ed even Piney's giggle. Mr.. Windi-
brook evidently had no "heartiness" for
notwithstanding humor. "There are
those who can jest with sacred sub
jects," he said ponderously, "but
have always found Mr.. Trixit, though
blunt eminently practical. Your father
is still away" he added. shifting the
conversation to Cissy, "hovering wher-
ever he can extract the honey to store
up for the provision of age. An indus.
trious workerY'
Hes still away" said Cissy. feeling
herself on safe ground. though she was
not aware of her fathers chronological
habits. ''In San Francisco, think"
She was glad to get away from Mr.,
Windibrook's "heartiness" and console
herself with Mrs. Windibrook's consti-
tutional depression, which was partly
the result of nervous dyspepsia and her
husbands boisterous cordiality. II sup
pose, dear, you are dreadfully anxious
about your father when he is from
homer" she said to Cissy, with a SYM
pathetic sigh CisSy conscious TO never