Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1917-11-08
HAIGHT, The mirage
BY JOSEPH r. KEscEL.

bright blue eyes and honest counter
ance, he did not in the least resemble
the picture Of his Satanic majesty.
His business partner, Harry Haight,
known among the camps as the Mi
rage" was extremely tall and very thin
"He's like a mirage, cause you amt
dead sure whether it's something real
or not" an old prospector had aptly
expressed it.
Their occupation was the same
that Of mining engineer-but outside
Of working hours they devoted most
of their time to thinking up practical
| jokes to play upon each other.
"Sate" was in the office alone, plan
ming a new map Of the mining district,
while the mirage" was doing some
work away from town. The tinkle of
the telephone bell caused the roly-poly
man to reach for the receiver. His
face frightened at the words, rs that
you, 'Sate?"
''Yes-s-s! Oh, yes, Mrs. Thompson.
I didn't recognize your voice at first"
he chuckled into the transmitter.
your niece, Alice, coming on the
morning train? Hubby busy? Want
me to go with you to meet her? Ger
tainly, with pleasure, no trouble at all.
I'll call for you thirty minutes before
train time in the automobile. Good
BY"
Even above the grinding brakes and
| mol of OF hn
ans clear voice from an open car win
dow calling, Here I am, auntie-over
here" The train came to q full stop,
the yestibules were opened and dain-
ty foot tripped lightly down the steps
to the platform. Two flying figures
embraced each other. Aunt Molly ="
"Alice!" ooh, you dear, it is so good
to see YOU
ooh, excuse me, Alice" broke out
Mrs. Thompson suddenly, II want you
to meet my friend Safe I beg your
pardon" she rippled on, noting the
girls questioning look, 1--WE call him
'Sate,' but his right name is Mr.. Reed"
Bending over the wheel as the ma
chine sped toward Mrs. Thompson's
he heard the ripping laughter from
the tonneau. Didn't think there were
any like that left back East" he
Thought to himself. "She's a darlin'
and looks better than bonanza ore to
| me-"
The annual ball of the Golden Queen
Mining company was the social event
of the year. The main camp hall was
ablaze with light and it's freshly
Waxed floor shone like polished ma
hogany.
The grand march was announced
whereupon the joyous couples immedi-
ately formed in procession, their i'm
patient feet beating time to the music.
Miss Seaboldt's escort smiled, as he
thought Of the joke he had framed
up on his business partner and the
young lady by his side.
The mirage" appeared, his tall fig
ure easily overlapping the few mel
standing near the smol1ing-room door.
Gle is here! See that tall man over
there-that's the Mirage,'" State
deaf. It will be necessary for you to
speak loudly. You will not forget this
when you meet him.
When the "grand march" was fin.
ished, "Sate" hurried to greet his part
ner with a hearty handshake
''Who was that I saw you with a
few moments ago." asked the mi
rage"
"The young lady [ wrote to you
about staying over at the Thompsons'
You'll have to speak loudly to her
hearings not very good. Too bad
too, for she's a pippin."
. Hooking an arm into his partners
"Sate" conducted him to the girl anC
shouted a cordial Introduction.
Miss Seaboldt's pretty face flushed
scarlet and her laughing brown eyes
were troubled. Why had Mrs. Thomp
son deserted her? People looked al
them, first inquiring!y and then with
amusement. The face Of the Mirage
matched her own in redn4ss and his
blue-gray eyes showed the agony he
, was in.
t The girls high-pitched voice was
7 plainly heard above the noisy chatter
as she replied to some question direct
, ed at her in the loud, roaring tones OF
the man.
1t was too much. "Sate" was obliged
to make for the smoking room, where
he dropped into a large armchair, his
sides shaking with mirth. Numerous
friends crowded around him and asked
: the reason for his strange behavior
Let me at him, Let me at him y
It was the Mirage" who entered
: brushing the crowd to one side. With
/ a howl of rage he grasped "Sate" by
the collar, jerked him up and slammed
him back in the chair
; Friends hurriedly interceded, and
led his struggling partner away.
"SOme hostile, wasn't he bows? So
long, fellows. It's my dance with her
and if she's as hostile as the Mirage,