Alaska -- Fiction; California -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
Mrs. Mar had a moment’s thrill out of the sensation of being there
“at the start.” But she sternly repressed any glimmer of betrayal. “I
suppose,” she said, with an intention of irony, “that you’re ready to let
in a few more private subscribers?”
“I’m in favor o’ lettin’ in one or two.” He fell into thought undisturbed
by Mrs. Mar’s silent pursuit, pecking here, pecking there. “I wus
thinkin’ I’d like your daughter to have somethin’.”
“Oh, my daughter’s putting all she has into her trip.”
But Mr. Blumpitty was doing some more thinking. Gravely he brought out
the result. “It ain’t many young ladies would want to take that journey
jest to nurse their fathers.”
Mrs. Mar looked at him coldly. “She hasn’t got anything to invest in gold
mines.” And then she was sorry she had admitted this. If the man thought
of Miss Mar—or, say Mrs. Mar—as a probable investor, it might make a
difference.
But apparently quite unchilled, Mr. Blumpitty was drawling, “Wa-al, if
she comes with us, I could very likely help her to locate a claim of her
own.”
Even that handsome offer seemed not to “fetch” Mrs. Mar.
And still he was not daunted. “I said to Mrs. Blumpitty, ‘That’s the kind
o’ young lady I’d like to help.’”
No sort of direct acknowledgment out of the young lady’s mother. But
presently, “Just at this juncture I want to give my daughter all I can
spare, or I wouldn’t mind putting something into your company myself.”
You might think he heard only the end of the sentence. “It’s a good
investment,” he said.
“It’s quite possible that _later_—” Mrs. Mar threw in, feeling herself
very diplomatic. “Just at present the only funds I have in hand are what
my eldest son has sent to supplement his sister’s.”
“Ya-as, I wus thinking,” said Blumpitty, as though in complete agreement,
“when she buys her stuff at Baumgarten’s she’d better get it through me,
and then she’ll pay only wholesale rates. That’ll be a savin’. I could
save her freight charges, too.”
“Isn’t she getting wholesale rates anyhow?”
“No. They won’t make no difference fur a little six weeks’ order for one
person. I’m gettin’ food and camp outfit fur twenty-eight people fur two
years. They make a reduction fur that.”
It seemed reasonable; and really, these simple people were disposed to be
very serviceable.
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