Idaho Springs siftings., 1904-09-03
CHAPTER Xxx.
Genera, Garden Is Puzzled.

Here are the papers, papa dear.
And here are cigars and matches.
found your glasses on the writing
desk. You are careless as ever, papa
dear. Isn't it nice to have some one
who knows just what you wish and
where to find it?'
1t is. Jessie, my pet," And Gen
eral Garden placed his arm around his
daughters waist, drew her fair face
down to his and kissed her fondly.
Il shall not let you read all the
evening, papa, because have so many
things TO tell YOU said Jessie,
smoothing back the scant gray locks.
They were in the cozy drawing
room of MIR. Bishops New York resi-
dence
1T is remarkable how easily new
concern can establish itself in Wall
Street" said General Garden. laying
aside his paper and slowly wiping his
glasses. Jessie raised her eyes with
dutiful interest. 1T was not so in the
old conservative days. Il then took
years to establish standing and credit.
Now an unknown man can come out
from the West and have the Street
by the ears in thirty days. For ex-
ample take this man Blake, who has
established the firm Of Blake & Com
pany. He suddenly appeared here
from San Francisco and conducted a
campaign which swept two old estab-
lished houses of their feet. His
profits were estimated at millions.
Since then we have heard of nothing
but the doings OF James Blake. Here
is an article" continued General Car
den, picking up a paper, which gives
an account of a conference between
this upstart and the Secretary Of the
Treasury OF the United States. They
say Blake is only twenty-seyen years
old. Jessie. my dear. it is a great
thing TO be born fortunate. You were
not wise. darling, in your selection OF
father" General Garden smiled
sadly.
I've the best and dearest father in
the world" exclaimed Jessie, placing
her hand in his. But I'm not going to
let him read the papers any more this
evening Let's forget all about the
old stocks and the wonderful MIR.
Blake. and talk OF those We know.
Papa, dear, wish to ask you a ques-
ton"
What is II. my pet? They say that
children must not ask questions"
Has anything been heard of John
Burt? IL thought perhaps Mr.. Nor
ris would know as soon as any one"
General Gardens lips ughtened.
He pulled nervously at his beard. and
the military moustache bristed ag-
gressiveIy.
Answer me. papa. l have a right
to know this
There was a flash in the tender
eyes and a warning curve in the pret-
ty lips. The crimson left her check
and she looked frankly into her
fathers face. There Is in innocence
the bravery of truth and the calm
modesty of virtue. General Garden
was dlsarmed.
Nothing has been heard from SIr
Burt so far as | can learn, Jessie" he
said Possibly his grandfather may
have news. am reasonably sure Mr..
Morris has none. Let US talk of some.
thing else, Jessie
ne door Optueu anu ATh- BISHOP
entered.
Here is your evening mail. Mar
shall" she said, handing her brother
number of letters. And here is a
letter for You. Jessie"
Jessie opened and read note from
Arthur Morris. 1t congratulated her
on safe return from abroad, and
closed by asking permission to call
on the first evening which would suit
her convenience. The letter lay idly
in her hand, and ner thoughts were
far away when the general uttered
an exclamation.
"A most astounding coincidenceI
Really, this is quite remarkablei"
What has happened, papa?"
Ito be continued)