The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-09
TIL F. SPENDERS
TALE OF THE THIRD GENERATION |
By Harry Wilson
L COMPANY All rights

like his grandson better. At bottom he de-
cided the young man to be sound after all,
and he began TO make allowance for his
geographical heresies. The boy had been
ly mistake, putting him out Of sympathy
with the West; and he had never been made
to work. which was another and a graver
mistake, but he do more n his father ever
did If 'twan't fur his fathers money" the
old man concluded. For he saw in their
talks that the very Eastern experience
low poise and certain readiness TO grasp
details In the large that his father had been
lifetime in acquiring.
For a month they loitered over the
rounding territory in the private car, glid-
ing through fertile valleys, over bleak
passes, steaming up narrow little canyons
along the down-rushng streams with their
cool shallow murmurs.
They would learn one day that cross
cut was to be started on the Last Chance,
or that the concentrates of the True Grit
would thereafter be shipped to the Careless
Creek Smelter. Next they would learn that
a new herd of Galloways had done finely
last season on the Bitter Root ranch; that
a big lot of ore was sacked at the Irish
Boy that an eighteen-inch vein had been
struck in the Old Grow; that a concentration
was needed at Hellandgone, and that rich
gold-bearing copper and sand-bearfng free
gold had been found over on Horseback
Ridge.
Another day they would drive far into a
forest of spruce and hemlock to camp
where thousands of ties were being cut and
foated down to the line of the new railway.
Sometimes they spent night in one of the
smaller mining camps on the railroad.
whereof facetious notes would appear In the
nearest weekly paper, such as:
THE Hon. Peter Bines and his grandson,
who is chip of the old block. spent Tues
day night at Rock Rip. Young Bines played
the deal from soda card to hook at Lem
Tully's Turf Exchange, and showed LENS
dealer good and plenty that there's no piker
strain In him.
Poker stacks continue to have a down.
ward tendency. They were sold last week as
low as eighty chips for dollar. IT is sad TO
see this noble game dragging along in the
lower levels Of prosperity, and we take as a
favorable omen the appearance of Uncle
night. The prices went to par in minute.
Young Bines gave signs OF becoming az
delicately intutional in the matter OF con,
cealed values as his father, the lamented
Daniel j.
Uncle Peter Bines reports from over Ket-
tle-creek way that the sagebrush whisky
gnaw holes in limestone. Peter Is likelier TO
and a ledge of dollar bills than he Is good
whisky this far of the main trail. The late
Daniel ]. could have told him as much,
and Daniel Us boy. who accompanies Uncle
Peter will know 1t hereafter.
The young man felt wholesomely lnsignin-
cant at these and other signs that he was
taken on sufferance as son and grand
He was content that it should be In
deed there was little wherewith he was not
content That he was habitually preoccu-
pied, even when there was most movement
about them, early became apparent to Uncle
| Peter That he was constantly cheerful
proved the matter of his musings to be
pleasant. That he was proner than most
Youths to serious meditation Uncle Peter
| did not believe. Therefore, he attributed the
moods of abstraction to some matter prob
ably connected with this project or remoV-
| ing the family East. 1t was not permitted
Uncle Peter to know nor was ms Ohm nm i,
And the mystery stayed inviolate until
| day came and went that laid II bare even 10
| the old mans eyes.
| ON a siding at the One Girl mine. Coupled
/ TO II was another car from an Eastern road
that their train had taken on someume 10
| terest as he paced beside the track in the
| cool clear air before breakfast. The cur
tains were drawn, and the only signs OF
i life to be observed were at the kitchen end.
| where the Whitehead cook could be seen
| astir. Grant porter on the Bines car. told
him the other car had been taken on at al
| Kalso Junction. and that II belonged to
! Rulon Shepler. the New York financier, who
was aboard with party of friends.
AS Percival and Uncle Peter left their car
| for the shafthouse after breakfast. the oc-
cupants of the other car were bestirrine
From one of the open windows a low but
| impa ssioned voice was exhausting the cur
rent idioms of damnation in sweeping dis,
| nraise OF all land areas north and west OF
| Fifty-ninth street, New York.
| Uncle Peter smiled grimly. PerciVal
flushed. for the hidden protestant had ut
| tered what were his own sentiments month
| before.
| Reaching the shafthouse they chattec
| with Pangburn. the superintendent AND
| then went TO the storeroom TO don blouses
| and overalls for a descent into the mine
For an hour they stayed underground
traversing the various levels and drifts
| while Pangburn explained the later aevei-
opments of the vein and showed them
where the new Stopping had been begun.
Ito be Continued Tomorrow