The labor argus. [volume] (Charleston, W. Va.) 1906-1915, 1906-09-06

auoW-Iaden fir bOugn reSouud like
pistol shot. For Denver and the dwell
crs on the eastern plain the sun is ar
hour high; but the hamlet mining
camp OF Argentine, with its dCyecote
railway station and two-pronged sid
ing, sttlI lies in the steel blue depths
of the canyon shadow.
Massive mountains, dark green &c
the timber line and dazzling white
above 1t, shut in the narrow valley &c
right and left. mimic torrent, ice
bound IN the quicter pools, drums and
gurg!es on its descent midway be-
tween TWO railway embankments, the
one TO which the station and side
tracks belong old and well settled, the
other. new and as yet unbaIlasted.
Just opposite the pySmy station lat
Gral gorge intersects the main canyon
making a deep cash in the opposing
mountain bulwark, around which the
new line has to find it's way by loop
ing detOur-
In 4 scanty widening Of the main
canyon few hundred yards below the
station graders camp of rude slab
shelters is turning out it's horde OF
Withholding Italians; and on
crooked spur track fronting the shan
ties blue wood smoke is curling !aZily
upward from the kitchen car OF a con-
struction train.
AL! night long the Rosemary, drawn
by the speediest of mountain climbing
locomotives, had stOrmed onward and
upward from the valley OF the Grand,
through black dcfi!es and around the
shrugged shoulders CT the mighty
peaks to find Il resting-place in the
white-roLed dawn on the siding at Ar
GenLine. The lightest of slcepers, Viz
Ginia had awakened when the special
was passing through Carbonate; and
drawing the berth curtain she had lain
for hours Watching the solemn process
sion OF cliffs and peaks wheeling in
stately and orderly array against the
inky background of sky. Now, in the
stcel-blue dawn, she was-Or thought
she was-thc first member OF the par
" to dress and steal oGt upon the
rallied platform to look abroad upon
the wcndrous scene in the canyon.
But her rcVorie, trance-like in its
woTdIess enthusiasm, was presently
broken by voice behind her-the
voice, namely, of Mr.. Arthur Jastrow.
what a bowling wilderness, to be
sure, isn't it," said the secretary,
twirling his Eyeglasses by the cord
'-'N+ ASSANAiLSp, tlS 41t lGlt, lILCEtuindDIS
bored.
No, indeed; anything but that"
she retorted, warmly. 1T is grande1
than anything I ever imagined wish
there were Il piano in the car. l,
makes me fairly ache to set it in some
form OF expression, and music is the
only form l know"
I'm glad il it doesn't bore you" he
reioined, willing to agree with her fo-
the sake of prolonging the interview
But TO me it is nothing more than a
dTcary wilderness, rs I say; q barren,
rock-ribbed gulch affording an indif-
terent right-of-way for two railroads. -
For one she corrected, in a quick
uptlash of loyalty for her kin.
The secretary shifted his gaze from
The mountains to the maiden and
smiled. She was exceedingly good to
look upon-high-brcd Guecnly and
just now with the fine fire of enthu-
siasm to quicken her pulses and TO
send the rare flush to neck and cheek,
JastrOw, the cold-eycd, the business
automaton set to go off with a click at
Mr.. Somerville Darrahs touch. had
ambitions not automatic. Some dav
ne meant to put the world of busin ess
under foot as COnqueror, STANDING
triumphant on the apex OF that pyra-
mid of success which the Mr.. S0nor-
vile Darrahs were so successfully IN
rearing. Whom that day should come
there would need to be IN establish
iNeht, 4 mcnaEe, queen for the king
uolh Oh success. Summing her up for
the hundrcdth time since the beoin-
hlnG oil the westward flight, he thought
MISS Carteret would I'LL the require
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