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


Wilkerson nodded and said: "Ill pu
he men to work tomorrow. Dorr. Bet.
ter have your plans ready He stamp
ed out.
"You had better go this afternoon"
John told Ruth. There IL no time to
lose"
"All right" she said. I'm be ready
In an hour"
John smiled. "Aii right; I'll take
you over In the motor truck or shall
we ride to Silent vaIleyr
I've never beer to New York." she
said timidly. and with that inconse-
quential logic which maidens have. she
added. Lets ride. III take Patsy and
you can ride Black Joe"
Dorr did not understand at all that
In leaving her home for the great
strange cit, she wished her last hours
10 be filed with sunshine and a famil-
lar zest of scurrying owe dry Califor-
MIA on hall broken horsefesh
"All right. Wen ride" be said.
While you are getting ready I'll write
n letter to George Everett"
Ruth laid one slender hand on Johns
shoulder
You're always doing things for me.
john" she said simply Some day I'll
do something for you" She slipped
away without u back ward glance
Dorr watched her trip down the hill
toward her own little bungalow. and
II seemed to him as If he held one end
of Il golden thread that she was spin
ming through sunshine. II was an
chored in his heart That thread would
good old Everett. He picked up his
pen and wrote rapidly:
Master Key" Mine, June
George Everett. Ill Broadway. New York
City.
Dear Georse-When a young. slender.
brown eyed. golden haired girl walks into
your office and says. I'm Ruth Gallon"
and hands you the papers that she will
have In her little hand bag. please see
that she gets $4,000 Ever yours.
JOHN ORR
He would have added more His
finer Instinct told him that Ruth should
be the first to put the whole scheme
before the cool headed, rather cold
hearted George Everett. He addressed
the envelope and sealed IL. Then he
went to the telephone and called up
the station al Silent Valley.
BILL" he said quietly after listening
a moment To see II any one was on the
line. Il want 10 send n telegram Take
II over the wire. please. I'll be down
In a little while and pay you"
Sure" iloated back a cheerful voice
Il wish my credit was as good as
yours. ten miles away. but 1t seems as
If have to he always present when !
ask for IL Go ahead. john
This Is II. Bill" said John:
George Everett. III broadway. New York
City
Miss Ruth Gallon leaves tonight to see
you about Master Key" stock Meet her
and wire me on her arrival Take good
care OF her or IN take care of you
JOHN DoRR
The operator repeated the message
nnd in%voluntarily adopted a little of
Johns savage intonation on the last
four words 1t woke him up to the
fact that he was allowing his feelings
In become public He begun to see
why II was that men looked at him
strangely at times, when ii was a ques
ton of Ruth $ interests. He must re
strain himself
The operator did not hang up imme
d%iately. but said hesitatingly: Say.
John. there's n wire here; just came
in from The Master Key mine. II
does not seem TO jibe with yours VII
kerson sem IL"
I'll play fair" said John 10 himself.
and he called back over the wire. "Bil
~. that's yours and Wilkerson's bust
ness. not mine II he had listened to
the tenor or the message directed to
Jean Darncll. in New York. he would
have learned what wilkerson was plot
ting.
For years Wilkerson nae built up for
himself a golden image in Jean Oar
nell No one realized better than him
self that she was n creature OF appe
tite, n lover OF silk and velvet A wo
man whose eyes widened NJ sight OF a
Persian cnt Feminine in every de
gree. womanly In none But he him
self. dominated absolutely, utterly and
completely by his desires, had fallen
under her spell. and be was going to
win her. no matter how. II Ii q
strange thing that when a dishonest
man finally yields to an honest passion
nothing will satisfy him but the at
most observance Of the ritual OF socie
ty. Harry Wilkerson's vision was OF
walking up the aisle of a great church
to meet his bride at the altar.
Yet he had always thought Of her In
terms Of gold; that was a contrast
the pallid. satiny, blue eyed woman
voluptuous. soft-and his image Of her
built Of yellow gold. dragged out of
the bowels Of The Master Key mine.
This image was now before his eyes:
Instead OF the warm, sun blessed Call.