Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1907-12-14
CHAPTER II.

the mob, and all the carriages were taken
by storm. One tourist, who had furnish
ed himself with a FIRST class ticket and
had shouldered himself through the crowd
to the buffet, was exceedingly wroth on
his return to find that the carriage he
had occupied was filed by third-class
excursionists. He spoke French with
huency, and an inaccuracy in combination
with it, which fairly took off his mental
feet the official to whom he appealed, and
in very passion and torrent of his ora
tory rippled audibly the accent of Dub
lin. He talked all over, arms and hands,
finger tips, head, shoulders, and body. He
talked with all his features and with all
his muscles and with all his might, and at
last the official seized his meaning, and
proceeded with memorable politeness to
turn out all the third-class passengers.
The triumphant tourist stood by, sudden
ly smiling and unrufied. He had
round. smooth face with touch of apple
color on his cheeks nose inclining some
what upward, and an expression of self
satisfaction so complete that it aroused
the irony of one of the elected
He is well introduced to himself, that
fellow said he, but the tourist did not
hear, or did not care If he heard He
stood TRANQUILITY by, holding the handle of
the door, until the carriage was cleared,
and was just about to ascend when
slow, quiet voice spoke behind.
Got that through, old man, eh?
The tourist turned suddenly, and
stretched out hand to the speaker.
What? Maskelyne, me boy. Deloyt-
ed. Where are you going?"
Il am going to Janenne by rail-" said
the other, accepting the proffered hand
with hearty shake, once up and once
down. From there 1 go on to a little
place called Houfoy, to see some old
friends of mine"
I'm going to Janenne meself," said
the Irishman. Cant we ride toxether?"
Il suppose we can," returned bis
friend. Baggage is registered" He
was just as calm as the Celt had min
ute or two before been eager, and his
voice was distinctly American. He was
very precisely and neatly attired, his
figure was tall and elegant; his face was
handsome but melancholy, and curiously
pale. The eyes were the best feature
black. soft and lustrous, but they looked
as II he had never smiled in his life. 81
say, Fraser" he said, In his slow, mild
voice, when they were both seated, where
did you pick up your French? 1 never
heard anything like it."
I've knocked about Paris good DEAL"
said Fraser. II speak Jorman with the
same facility, though it's probably me
Scotch extraction that gives me that"
Midwa ybetween Namur and Luxem-
bourg the two travellers changed trains
for Janenne. The engine steamed lazily
through most lovely country, and the
young American, looking continually out
of window, seemed AFFORDED in contem-
plation Of the landscape. But 1t could
scarcely have been the landscape which
half dozen times called a dreamy smile
to his soft eyes, and once a blush to the
sallow pallor Of his cheek. When the
train drew up In front of the little red
brick station, a building planned like
child's toy house and not much bigger,
the blush came to his cheek again, and
his hand trembled slightly as it caressed
his black mustache.
well, it's good-by for a time, old fell
low" he said, shaking hands with Fra
ser. But l will see you again to-mor-
row or next day, most likely, If you can
find time to turn from affairs Of state"
"Arethose your friends?" asked Fraser,
looking through the window as the train
crawled slowly along the platform. IAN
uncommonly pretty gyurl The ould boy
looks like an army man. He's waving
his hand at ye."
YES" said Maskelyne, with his soft
drawl a little exaggerated. That is my
man. Good-day, Fraser. Tell O'Rourke
I'm down here and that I'll run over and
have look at him."
A minute later he was shaking hands
with the young lady who had excited Mr..
Fraser's admiration.
Welcome to the Ardennes, Mr.. Maske-
lyme" said Angela, with frank good hui
NOR. How are all our friends in New
York;"
Thank you, Miss Butler" he answre-
ed, looking into her gray eyes with
smile which was all the brighter and the
sweeter because of the usual melancholy
Of his countenance II cannot undertake
to tell you how all your friends in New
York may be, but the few scores of whom
l have heard in one way or another since
I came to Europe are very well indeed
Major Butler, / am charmed to see you
looking so robust. had not hoped to see
you looking SO WE'LL
Dyspepsia" said the major. when
l wrote you was really Ill. l am all
right now. But I've been a good deal
worried, and when I'm worried / get
dyspepsia, and dyspepsia means despair
That your baggage? Got the ticket for
it?"
At this point Fraser came up with
perfect sang froid, raised his hat to the
girl and accosted Maskelyne.
II say, ould man, tell me what's the
best place to put up at here?"
Hotel des Postes," said the major