The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1903-07-30
CHAPTER Y.

Sh2I 1Eh V.
(TTHE following Saturday Alan
II i went to barley, as he fire.
(MS@NI quently did, to spend Sunday.
lS@SsS On such visits he usually
stayed at the Johnston House, a great
old fashioned brick building that had
survived the civil war and remained
untouched by the shot and shell that
hurtled over it during that dismal De-
Rod when most of the population had
'refugeed farther south.' 1t had four
stories and was too big for the town.
which could boast of only 1000 inhab-
| itants, one-third of whom were black.
However, the smallness of the town
was in the hotels favor, for in a place
where no one would have patronized
second class hotel opposition would
have died natural death. The genial
proprietor and his family were Of the
best blood, and the Johnston House
| was sort Of social clubhouse where
the church people held their affairs
| and the less serious element gave
dances. To be admitted to the hotel
| without having to pay for ones dinner
| was the hallmark of social approval.
1t was near the ancient looking brick
| car shed, under which the trains of
| TWO main lines ran, and long freight
| warehouse of the same date and archi-
lecture. Around the hotel were clus
| tered the chief financial enterprises of
the town-its stores, postofice, banks
and hall for theatrical purposes. OAR
ley was the seat of it's county, and an
other relic of the days before the war
was its courthouse. The principal side
walks were paved with brick, which in
places were damp and green and some
tunes raised above their common level
by the undergrowing roots of the syc
amore trees that edged the streets.
| In the office of the hotel. lust after
registering his name, Alan met his
friend Rayburn Miller, for whose bust
ness ability, it may be remembered.
Abner Daniel had such high regard.
he was a fine looking man of thirty
three, tall and of athletic build. He
had dark eyes and hair and a ruddy.
outdoor complexion.
! "Hello!" he said cordially. 81 thought
you might get in today, so 1 came
round to see. Sorry you've taken
room. l wanted you to sleep with me
tonight. Sisters gone, and no one is
there but the cook. Hello, I must be
careful. I'm drumming for business
right under Sanford's nose"
iii make you stay with me to make
up for it, said Alan as the clerk be-
hind the counter laughed good natured-
~ over the allusion to himself.
Blamed if I don't think about it,
said Miller. Come round to the Of
fee. l want to talk to you I reckon
you've got every plow going such
weather as this
''Tool1 my horse out of the field to
drive over,' said Alan as they went
out and turned down to a side street
where there was a row of law Offices,
all two roomed buildings, single sto-
ried, built of brick and bearing bat
tered tin signs. One of these buildings
was Aliller's, which, like all it's fellows,
had its door wide open, thus inviting
all the lawyers in the row and all
| students of law to enter and borrow
~.
Rayburn Miller was 4 man among
ten thousand in his class. Just after
being graduated at the state university
he was admitted to the bar and took
up the practice of law. He could un-
doubtedly have made his way at this
alone, had not other and more absorb
ing talents developed within him. Hav-
ing had a few thousand dollars left
him at his fathers death, he began to
utilize this capital in mote shaving"
and other methods of turning over
money for handsome profit furnished
by the unsettled conditions, the time
and locality. He soon became an adept
in many lines of speculation, and as he
was remarkably shrewd and cautious
it is not to be wondered at that he soon
accumulated quite a fortune.
'"Take 4 seat" he said to Alan as
they went into the Office. and he threw
himself into the revolving chair at his
Uttered desk. II want to talk to you.
I suppose you are in for some fun.
The boys are getting UP dance at the
hotel, and they want your dollar to
help pay the band. It's a good one
this time They've ordered it from
Chattanooga. It will be down on the
1885. Got match?"
Alan had not, and Miller turned his
head to the open door. An old negro
happened to be passing, with an ak on
his shoulder.
'Heigh, there, Uncle Ned!' Miller
called out. .~-