Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1911-06-08

, mystery, so bewitchingly incarnated
would have slipped out of his life, Fl
nally and beyond recall. And he could
do naught to hinder such a finale to
the adventure.
Sulkily he resigned himself to the
inevitable, waiting and watching
while the boat slid and Numbered
clumsily, paddle wheels churning the
hlthy waters over side, to the floating
bridge; while the winches ratified, and
the woman, sitting up briskly in the
drivers seat of the motor car, bent
forward and advanced the spark; while
the chain fell clanking and the car
shot out, over the bridge, through the
gates, and away, at a very consider
able, even if lawful, rate of speed.
Whereupon, writing fms to the final
chapter of Romance, voting the world
dull place and life a treadmill. an
alternating in no uncertain terms his
lack of resource and address, Maitland
paid off his cabby, alighted, and to
that worthy's boundless wonder.
walked into the waiting room of the
railway terminus without deviating a
hairs breadth from the straight and
circumscribed path of the sober in
mind and body.
The 1920 had departed by a bare
two minutes. The next and last train
for Greenfields was to leave at 1889.
Maitland with assumed nonchalance
composed himself upon bench in the
waiting room to endure the 37-minute
interval. Five minutes later an able
bodied washerwoman with six children
in quarter sizes descended upon the
same bench; and the young man in
desperation allowed himself to be dis
possessed. The news stand next attract
ing him, he garnered a fugitive amuse-
ment and two dozen copper cents by
the simple process of purchasing six
night extras" which he did not want.
and paying for each with a five-cent
piece. Comprehending, at length, that
he had irritated the news dealer. he
meandered off, jingling his copper for
tune in one hand, Juggling his news
papers in the other, and made a de-
termlned onslaught upon a slot ma
chine. The latter having reluctantly
disgorged "a assorted samples of
chewing gum and stale sweetmeats.
Maitland returned to the washerwom-
an, and sowed dissension in her brood
by presenting the treasure horde to
the eldest girl with instructions TO
share it with her brothers and sisters.
1t is difficult TO imagine what folly
might next have been recorded against
him had not, at that moment. a fe-
rocious and inarticulate howl from the /
train starter announced the fact that .
The 1853 was in waiting.
Boarding the train in a thankful
spirit, Maitland settled himself as COM
as he might in the smoker
and endeavored 10 find surcease OF
snnui in his collection OF extras. In
7ain; even a two-column portrait of
Mr. Dan Anisty, cracksman. accom-
panied by vivacious catalogue of that
lotoriety's achievements in the field of
polite burglary. hardly stirred his in
crest. An elusive resemblance which
lie traced in the features OF Mr.. Anisty.
Is presented by the sketch-artist-on-
ne-spot, to some one whom he. Matt
and, had known in the dark back
wards and abysm of time. merely drew
rom him the comment: "Homely
'rute." And he laid the papers aside.
radling his chin in the palm of one
land and staring for a weary while
nut of the car window at a reeling and
noonsmitten landscape He yawned
his thoughts astray be-
ween a girl CARRIED all in gray. Ban
earnest and thoughtful face.
nd the pernicious activities of Mr..
daniel Anisty, at whose door Maitland
aid the responsibility for this most
errand.
The brakeman's wolf-like yelp-
Greenfieldsl was ringing in his
airs when he awoke and stumbled
own aisle and car steps just in the
lick of time. The train, whisking
ound a curve cloaked by a belt of
omber pines, left him quite alone in
he world, cast ruthlessly upon his
wn resources.
An hour had elapsed; it was now
Midnight; the moon rode high, cold
White disk against a background of
apphire velvet, its pellucid rays re-
ealing with disheartening distinct
ess the inanimate and lightless road
lde hamlet called Greenfields; its gen.
raj store and postoffice, it's soi-disant
otel, its struggling line of dilapidated
Affiliations, all wrapped in silence pro-
ound and impenetrable. Not even
og howled; not belated villager was
4 sight; and it was a moral certainty