Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1910-12-29
CHAPTER III.-(Continued.)

mercial transaction touched him light
1y; but the moving groups, the import
ed bell boys, the tesselated floors, fres-
coed ceiling and plush covered furni-
ture-these bit deeply. Could this be
South Tredegar, the place that had
hitherto figured chiefly to him as
court day" town and the residence of
his preacher uncle? 1t seemed hugely
incredible.
After the conference with the iron
buyer they crossed the street to the
railway station; and again Thomas
Jefferson was footloose while his faith
or was closeted with some one in the
managers office.
An express train, with kissing air
brakes, Solomon agnificent sleeping
cars, and a locomotive large enough to
swallow whole the small affair that
used to bring the once-a day train
from Atlanta, had just backed in, and
the boy took it's royal measure with
eager and curious eyes, walking slowly
up one side of it and down the other.
At the rear of the string of Pull
mans was a private car, with a deep
observation platform. much polished
brass railing, and sundry other luxuri-
Gus appointments apparent even to the
eye of unsophistication. Thomas JEFF
ferson spelled the name in the medal
lion, Psyche"-spelled it without try
ing to pronounce it-and then turned
his attention to the people who were
descending the rubber carpeted steps
and grouping themselves under the di-
rection of a tall man who reminded
Thomas jefferson of his Uncle Silas
with an indescribable something left
out Of his face.
AS l was about to say, General, this
station building is one of the relics.
You mustn't judge South Tredegar-
our new South Tredegar-by this. Eth?
i beg your pardon, Mrs. Vanadam?
oh, the hotel? 1t is just across the
street. and a very good house; remark
ably good. indeed all things consider
ed In fast, were quite proud of the
Marlboro"
one of the younger women smiled.
How enthusiastic you are, Mr.. Far
ley. I thought we had outgrown all
that-We moderns."
But, my dear Miss Elleroy, If you
could know what we have to be enthu-
siastic about down herei Why, these
mountains we've been passing through
for the last six hours are simply so
many vast treasure houses; coal at the
top, iron at the bottom, and enough of
both to keep the worlds industries 60
ing for agesl There's millions in
them'
Thomas Jefferson overheard without
understanding, but his eyes served a
better purpose. Away back in the line
of the Scottish Gordons there must
have been an ancestor with the seer's
gift of insight. and some drop or two
or his blood had come down to this
soDer-faced country boy searching the
faces of the excursionists for his cue
of fellowship or antipathy.
For the voiced young woman
called Miss Elleroy there was love at
nrst sight. For a severe beskliked
Mrs Vanadam there was awe. For the
portly General with mutton chop whis-
kers, overlooking eyes and the air of
dictator, there was awe, also not
unmingled with envy. For the tall
man in the froclS- coat, whose face re-
minded him of his Uncle Silas. there
mad been shrinking antagonism at the
nrst glance-which keen first impress
sion was presently dulled and all but
efraced by the enthusiasm, the suave
tongue, and the benignant manner.
which proves that insight like the film
OF recording camera, should have |
the dark shutter snapped on it if the |
picture is to be preserved
Thomas Jefferson made way when |
the party, marshaled by the enthusi- |
asst. prepared for it's descent on the |
Marlboro. Afterward, the ROYALTIES |
having departed and a good-natured |
porter giving him leave. he was at lib |
erty to examine the wheeled palace at |
ARMAND. and even to climb into the |
Vestibule for peep inside.
Herewith castles in the air began |
TO rear themselves, tower on wall |
Here was the very sky-reaching sun- |
NIT or all things desirable; to have |
ones own brass-bound hotel IN
wheels; to come and go at will: to |
give curt orders to q respectful ana |
uniformed porter, as the awe-inspiring |
gentleman with the mutton chop whis-
kers had done.
At the highest point on the hunch-
ed shoulder of the mountain Thomas
Jefferson twisted himself in the buggy
seat for a final backward look into the |
valley of new marvels. The summer
day was CRAVING to its twilight, and a
light haze was stealing out of the
wooded ravines and across the river.
From the tall chimneys of a rolling
mill a dense column of smoke was as
and at the psychological mo-
nent the Stag flare from an iron-fur-
lace changed the overhanging cloud
nto fiery aegis.
Having no symbolism save that OF |
Ioly Writ, Thomas Jefferson's mind
eized instantly on the figure, building
ar better than it knew. 1t was new