White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-02-14

at the Grand Central station In New
York city Mrs. Darnell quietly intro
duced her to a slim. rather handsom,
young man. who seemed III at ease I'm
I'll be had drawn Ruth's companion
aside for a moment for a chat whils
the porter collected their luggage.
Il don't just like this game he said
In the first place. Everett Is n big
man in the city. and this Miss Gallon
doesn't look to me like a girl you could
fool long Anyway. ! can't under
stand what you are trying t. do. Jean
You must know what sort of a fellow
Harry Wilkerson is by this time Why
play his hand for himf'
Il don't notice you holding any
tinmps in your hand. she returned
gently. but with a faint CLEAN In her
eyes which made him draw back
This is my game, and expect you to
play your part. You come on now and
be George Everett The girl Is as ig
nornnt as u pigeon Remember what
! told you"
about that toe 7" ne said sullenly
Yes. tue stock. You understand
that she came to New York simply to
raise money for this mine. You are
supposed to handle the business for
her. II you don't learn all that Is to
be learned about The Master Key
mine in the next two days you are
more than the fool | take you for"
She drew him back to where Ruth
stood amid the suit cases a hand
bags and said. miss Gallon. Sir. Ev
erett has been telling me that he. too.
has heard from John Dorr about your
coming"
Ruth scanned him politely. But the
interest died In her eyes when she
saw what sort of a man he was. He
might be a friend Of Johns; he might
be the man to rescue The Master
Key" from bank uptcy. but he did not
interest her
Drake. trying to play the part OF the
busy broker and. being thoroughly and
tempera mentally al actor, felt the chill
of this lack of interest and would Ger
tainly have fallen down on his part
had he not ,een prompted by Mrs
Darnell He was glad TO hasten away
to find the elusive taxi.
The real George Everett got out of
his limousine on the corner of Wander.
bilt venue and hurried through the
revolving doors: brisk. %debonair. alert
decided With that happy style which
denies foppery and avoids surveillance.
Ii seemed strange that be should have
a photograph in his hand at which be
looked i~ntently until he got III the con.
course There he stopped and. with the
picture still In his hand. commenced
watching the faces of the people
thronging through the gates under the
vast dome. AS he waited he frowned
slightly why had John Dorr SEM
him during business hours IN a wild
goose chaser He thought of this ar
ticulately and then smiled TO himself
"a wild goose" be muttered. II
brought up darkiing sunset vistas
lakes smooth as quicksilver under the
evening sky. and slim. gray, beautiful
birds homing downward The frowr
left his forehead
AFTER ali it will be good to see some
body from out OF DOORS" he said tt
himself
Half an hour later he discovered thai
he had l~rretrievably missed the ar
rival of the Chicago express and with
II Ruth Gallon. He went back into
bis car and drove to his office. Once
tharo ha oa1laal his hnaA a1nr1 a n a n
cient and fragile man. as crisp and
bloodless as the money that passes on
Wall street. and told him to see al
what hotel Miss Ruth Gallon was stop
ping. Then he wired John Dorr:
III Broadway. New York.
John Dorr, Master Key" Mine. Silent
Valley. Cal:
Could not find Miss Gallon at train. Am
seeking for her. as II Is important that
the business be settled Immediately. Wire
any possible address
GEORGE EVERETT.
Far out Cd broadway. above the
eighties. an operator was ticking OF
another message addressed to Harry
Wilkerson. Ii read.
Is A West Eighty-tourth ST. New York
Iai SUM- fhaott ~ 'c
Vale Vista. Cal.
Everything all right George met Ruth.
She Is now with me and waiting further
particulars Have seen Everett under
gulse of prospective purchaser of stock
The girl is charming
JEAN DARNELL
Some houses. like some people, should
never be illumined with sunshine, and
Ars Darnalrs Residence overlooking
the Hudson. was of this type. Its dull,
red stone front. marked by windows
that seemed blind to all that went by,
was moi distinctive in that %neighbor
hood. A thousand doors within a mile
would have suggested to the passerby
nothing more nor less than the great
oak portals within which she lived To
Ruth Gallon. of course. the house
seemed tremendously formal and state
ly. Within she found an atmosphere
so absolutely strange and alien to all