The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-15

long collars were
turned-doWn variety. He read Goethe and
played the violin. life in
German universities, the plains of Texas
and at many other places.
The evening that arrived at the furnace to take
his position official analyzer limestone
state of excitement. Mrs James Hunt, the
broad shouldered who conducted the affairs
pany, said: You have just house
party tomorrow evening You must not forget that to-
morrow afternoon you to ride to the charcoal
burners place the hill young
mine from Columbus going to be spend the
day told them about you and they are lust diving to
meet you. Your fame before you"
Ottenhausen said that he would be charmed. He be-
slowed his belongings in the little back Of the
panys office which his temporary When
the festivities he to take his abode in
Eagles Nest the house called where dwelt the
superintendent and his wife.
Lard's furnace not inviting place. Eagles
Nest colonial mansion on the heights with it's gea-
ing white pillars and it's setting of green lawn the
only redeeming feature. Down in the valley the
great furnace from which issued cloud of smoke by
day pillar of by night. Grouped around it
the lean-o shantes and the story and half cottages
where dwe the furnace hands and the miners of iron
ore.
mot garden of the Lord" remarked ottenhausen,
as he stood at the door of his laboratory the afternoon
after his arrival; "but it might be worse"
Am the chemist, boss?' voice close
the young Germans elbow
Ottenhausen turned and pOrtly negro who
held Bride to the end of which attached
a looking mule he had
"Missus Hunt dun sent this mue fob to ride
to the charcoal burners shanty, sah said the negro
HE already saddled."
"Doan't you fret yerself, boss' replied the ebon
groom. jackson he know the way in the dark"
Ottenhausen left the mule tied to the hitching post
and went to his quarters in the office building He dug
from the bottom of his steamer trunk riding breeches
coat and a pair of remarkably vanished boots. He
had served in the German cavalry and the boots
a relic of days which gone. He a command
ing figure as he walked out of the office that Septem-
Der afternoon The men in the cast house, who with
great sledges breaking the barely cooled pig
iron stopped to look at the tall figure in unusual garb
lone of them dudes from Columbus T suppose"
growled Cornwall Jim, as he swung warm bar
the dirt that the and his fine lady can live
fat of the land and bid lot of city folk to down
here and enjoy themselves"
"Well' muttered Jim Johnson Red Ok group
of anarchists, this sort of thing can't forever
Men the only way to bring them rich to terms is to de-
stroy property Understand?' Johnson had only been
at the furnace two weeks He had already become
thing of leader. He had hardly been employed
cast house three days before there a
strike.
Ottenhausen mounted sorry looking mule, pointed
him north by east and him free rein. animal
past the furnace, his took to
a winding Ottenhausen came
in sight of the covered mounds of smoudering wood
and the hut of the charcoal burner. Before
the house the road forked. The mule trotted along
peaceaby until he got to the parting of the
tenhausen gave the bride quick jerk to the left
caught glimpse he did of Mrs. Hunt three
young women standing before the door of the weather
beaten hut.
jackson, the stubborn of all mules had always
been ridden by but road, and that to the
right. The moment he felt the twitch upon bride
he turned squarey around and with quick movement
threw his rider his head. Otenhausen struck upon
the arm which he had raised to acknowledge
Mrs Hunt, and rolled and ground. He
the hut the sky and the in confused whirl
He sat and looked in dazed way shanty
Upon his face fingered remnant of a SMILE strug-
ged to his feet and shook himself. A
from his clothing He four women with their faces
buried in their hands, sitting the bench
the little building. They shrieking with laughter
girl with dark hair and blue eyes and
advanced toward Ottenhausen
II hope you not hurt" she said
Then she abruptly turned away grasped sapling,
and laughed until the echo could be heard down the glen
Cttenhausen degned reply. He gathered up bat
tered hat, thru which Jackson boots,
strobe angrily down the path by which
Nearly quarter of mile ahead he that disreputa-
BILE mule canterng slowly along stopping occasionally
to crop the heritage by the With flushed face.
battered headgear, and clothing all awry chem
ist tramped two miles along the stony dusty road
hour later reached the office furnace
Hunt, superintendent, looked Ottenhausen a
moment big desk before him. burst into
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