The Lamar register., 1905-08-23
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THAT is all, l believe said Battle
aea. as he rose and buttoned his coat
across his breast. II saw the Eng
tishman in New York. and he VIII be
"a here next week. Have the report
very specific. this and that vein out
cropping at the surface, SO much ore
40 the ton. and SO many tons exca-
vated with but minimum of expense.
tie has unlimited money to squander.
and is wild to throw 1t into mine
toIes; but he likes details. Give 1t to
him in the way of veins and promis-
ting Indications and computations.
And. oh, yes. while about it you might
take a peep in Faxon's mine adjoin-
ing. Make a few golden notes about
that also, After purchasing from me.
the Engfishman may as well buy out
Faxon. The two mines could be op-
Grated as one. We will impress that
On him-after we have sold. Old
Faxon can't afford TO hire mine ex-
pert himself and shall be glad to
help him little. Make the reports
all right. The Englishman has heard
of you and will accept the report
without question. You understand"
Yes. Clint Bayland understood. and
he understood the Significance OF
small roll which Battlesea's hand
dropped carelessly upon his desk as
he turned and went out. It was first
installment for his reputation. And
Clara Faxon. the most beautiful girl
in twenty miles round. was the daugh-
ter OF the old man whom Battlesea
would be glad to help.
He walked irritably to the window
OF the office and looked out. not dar-
ting to trust his eyes with a second
glance at the small roll on his desk.
He did need the money. sorely, more
than he would care to have any one
know. And 1t was only an Indication
Of what would come. With Battlesea,
who owned more mine and town prop
erty than any ten men in the country.
as his friend. his prosperity would be
assured.
But somehow. the thought of the
prosperity did not give him the pleas
ure that 1t ought. Oddly enough his
to the mother he had left in the East.
and from her to-Clara Faxon. What
would they think?
A smart runabout swung up to the
office door. and handsome young fel-
low OF about his own age raised
reckoning finger. The other occupant
OF the rinabodt was Clara Faxon.
Clint left the window and went to the
door.
Hello. Bayland." the man called af
Eably; be busy tomorrow"
I'm the morning. yes. But I can
spare you part OF the afternoon. Mr..
beele. if that will do"
Nicely. want you to take run
through my mine and make report
Of its general characteristics. l
haven't opened II much yet, but the
indications | think point to good
'hiug. However. there's rumor of
a big syndicate's buyer approaching
aud any Of us will sell II we can get
cur price. Say two sharp. and l will
Ice there to go through with you"
Very well. You may look for me-"
AS the runabout whirled away,
Clara Faxon's eyes flashed him a
Kindly glance over her shoulder. or
late he had thought her manner
shade more friendly. Perhaps even
Battlesea and Mr. Deele- But, pshaw!
and he turned abruptly and went back
into the Office. AT the desk he stood
Tor fully minute. gazing down at the
roll. the fine wrinkles again coming
between his brows. Then with an
impatient movement he swept the roll
into his desk and turned the key.
Some chance visitor might come in
and notice 1t lying there.
The next day his examination of
..attlcsea's mine turned out as he