The Irish standard., 1907-07-20
CHAPTER v.
A New Proposition.

RIGHTEOUSNESS, luO AdlllCiS at |
Glencaid would scarcely appeal as a |
desirable place for long-continued res
idence. But such one would have
had small choice in the matter, as it
CHANGED to be the only hotel there.
The Miners Home was unquestionably
unique as regards architectural de-
tails, having been constructed by Sec
lions, in accordance with the rapid
development of the camp, and enjoyed
the further distinction-there being
only two others equally stylish in
town-of being built of sawn plank.
although, greatly to the regret of its
unfortunate occupants, lack of season.
ing had resulted in wide cracks in
both walls and stairway. while strict
privacy within the chambers was long
ago a mere Renaissance. Without
the Miners Home put up good front,
and was in reality the most preten-
tious structure grazing the single clut-
tered street of Glencaid. Directly
across the street, its front perfect
blaze of glass, stood invitingly the
Occidental saloon, but the Widow Cuff
fy, who operated the Miners Home
with strong hand, possessed an an
tipathy to strong liquor, which sue
cessfully kept all suspicion of intoxi.
eating drink absent from those sacred
ly guarded precincts. except as her
transient guests imported it internally.
Mr. Hampton during the course Of
his somewhat erratic career had pre-.
viously passed several eventful weeks
in Glencaid. He was neither unknown
nor unappreciated at the Miners
sions established his reputation as
spender, experienced little difficulty
now in procuring promptly the very
best accommodation which the house
afforded. That this arrangement was
accomplished somewhat to the present
discomfort of two vociferous eastern
tourists did not greatly interfere with
his pleasurable interest in the situa-
ton.
Send those two fellows in here to
argue 1t out" he said. languidly, after
listening disgustedly to their loud Ia
mentations in the hallway and ad-
dressing his remarks to Mrs. Guffy,
who had glanced into the room to be
again assured regarding his comfort,
and to express her deep regret over
the unseemly racket THE girl has
fallen asleep, and I'm getting tired of
hearing SO much noise"
mo, be hivings. an ye don't do
nuthin' of tibet sort, Bob" returned the
widow, good-naturedly, busying her
self with dust~ras This Is me own
house, an Olive tended ter the loikes
of them sort err fellers afore. Therell
be no more bother this tonne. Be-
soides, it's a PEACEFUL house Dim run
MIN, an OF know yer way Of sitting
them things. It's too strenuous We
are, Misther Hampton. And what did
We do wild the young lady, OF make
bould to ask"
Hampton carelessly waved his hand
toward the rear room, the door of
which stood ajar, and blew thick
cloud of smoke into the air, his eyes
continuing to gaze dreamily through
the open window toward the distant
hills.
who's running the game over at
the Occidental?" he asked, profession
ally.
Red Slavin, bad cess to him." and
her eyes regarded her questioner with
renewed anxiety But sure now,
Bob, We mustn't think Of playin' yit
awhoile. Yer narves are in no fit
shape, an won't be fer wake yit"
He made no direct reply, and she
hung about, tapping the dust-rag I'M
easily.
can what did We name ter be dom
wild the young gyurl?" she questioned
at last, in womanly curiosity.
Hampton wheeled about on the
hard chair. and regarded her quizzing.
ly. Mrs. Guffy.' he said, slowly,
you've been a mother to me, and it
would certainly be unkind not to give
you straight tip. Do? Why, take
care Of her, of course. What else
would you expect of one possessing
my kindly disposition and well-known
motives of philanthropy? Can it be
that have resided with you, off and
on, for ten years past without your
ever realizing the fond yearnings Of
my heart? Mrs. Guffy, l shall make
her the heiress to my millions; shall
marry her off to some eastern nabob.
and thus attain to that high position
in society 1 am so we'll fitted to adorn
sure, and what else were you ex-
pecting, Mrs. Guny?"
"A loikely story" with sniff Of dis
belief. They tell me she's old ellis
daughter over to Bethune."
They tell you, do they?" sudden
CLEAN Of anger darkening his gray
eyes. who tell you?"
Sure, Bob, an thet's nuthin' ter git
mad about, so fur as l kin see The
story is in iverybody's mouth. 1t wus
thin sojers what brought we in tibet
tould most ov it, but the Lieutenant
Brant Of the Seventh cavalry, no less
who took dinner here afore he whit
back after the dead bodies, give me
har mama"