The daily Alaskan., 1919-06-24
AC0AT OF ARMS '
 --$- By GENEVIEVE LUNAR.
pyriSht. 1919. by Western Newspaper Un,0


 Thank goodness, that is over!"
 With lofty disdain Mrs. Drury tilt ed her small pug nose in the air and settled herself comfortably in the Pullman coach as the Overland eI- press started away from Lone Cliff.
 The cause of her perturbation had been the fact that her husband, sturdy, commonplace and loyal to call, was out on the rear platform of the car way ing adieu to a cheering, demonstrative group of his fellow citizens. They were representative of mining town, red-Shirted, unShaveu men, filled with enthusiasm and tirewater and thor oughly sincere In their genuine good wishes for a man who had stood by them and for them through ten years. They had proved their friendship by electing him mayor of the town only a month previous and a real tear stood in the eye of John Drury as the friends and town faded from view.
 His pretty daughter, Mabel, had not been too proud or exclusive to stand beside him, and he was pleased be- cause of her sharing his truly demo- cratic spirit. Many courteous, though vehement compliment greeted the lit- tie lady from the crowd. She had eyes, however, mainly for a young fellow who fingered on Its outskirts, Nor man RoOde. and the last parting wave of her dainty handkerchief was in his direction.
 Now we're going to catch itl" she laughed, us they entered the coach and joined her mother, prim and censori- ous.
 "A nice spectacle yOu make of your self, hobnobbing with that common herd" scolded Mrs. Drury. 'I hope you forget them speedily. And dragging Mabel into it."
 See, here, Nancy" began John.
 That Is not my name" snapped his better half.
 "I forgot you've changed 1t to Anss- tssIa. All right, if 1t suits you. Only you've changed other things and Im right downhearted because of 1t. Teh you, girl, you're tearing me away rom all I cheriSh-the free mountains, the rough-and-ready life, friends who are true as steel. I wish I'd never struck the Golden Chance"
 You are sn ungrsteful man," storm ed Mrs. Drury. Tt isn't every man that s golconda comes to. You are no longer John Drury, hail fellow well met with a crowd of iliiterate prospec- tors, but the Hon. John Drury, esquire, millionaire. I should think you'd be glad to see me and Mabel with chance to shine in society and lift up our heads with the best of them"
 John Drury did not reply. He ut- tered a sigh, and Mabel echoed 1t. She was thinking of the handsome, manly young mine manager to whom she had been all but engaged, of the glad, free life of the hills, of the home, the best in Lone Cliff, liberty hall for all the young people in the district.
 The lucky strike of John Drury had been the marvel of the year In mining circles. A chance discovery had made him a rich man over night. He had asked nothing better than to work the opulent claim and share his good luck with old and tried comrades, but the possession of riches had aroused in his wife the loftiest ambitions. Meek ly submissive, John made only feeble protest.
 Maybe she'll come to her senses when she sees the hollowness of her great ideas or society" hoped honest home-loving John.
 The experience of the Drurys, led by the determined spirit of its guiding genius, underwent a truly newly-rtch experience. First, they took an eI- pensIye suite in the most exclusive of