Emerson's Wife and Other Western StoriesKelly, Florence Finch
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Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories
Kelly, Florence Finch
Western stories
"Five or six years afterwards I went back to that same county and was
elected sheriff. Yes, I was recognized. A good many people suspected
and two or three openly declared that I was Grizzly Dick. But I made
the best sheriff they had ever had, and I did some work in the way of
catching a stage robber, cleaning out a nest of gamblers, and getting
rid of a couple of desperadoes, which they were so glad to have done
that they didn't care who or what I might have been.
"I served two terms and they wanted me to run again. But by that time
I had come to realize that I had frittered away a big part of my life,
and I began to have some of the ambitions to accomplish something worth
while that I ought to have had a dozen years before.
"So I went down to San Francisco and raised a tidy sum of money to
begin on by going in with an acquaintance on a trip to Bering Sea to
catch otters. We chartered a vessel, spent a whole summer up there,
and realized nearly ten thousand dollars apiece out of it.
"I had a pretty good practical knowledge of mining matters, and so my
operations in mines and mining stocks were generally successful. It
was n't long until I was a rich, a very rich, man, and a prominent one,
too. There is a street named for me in San Francisco. That is, it
bears the name I was known by while I was sheriff and while I lived in
the city. I married and built a fine residence, and altogether I was
as prosperous and had as bright a future as any man in California.
"But one day, after I had been living in San Francisco five or six
years, I made a deal that wasn't a success, and half my fortune went in
less than a week. And at the same time I discovered that my wife was
not all I had thought her. She had evil tendencies that I had not
suspected, and bad companions of whom I had known nothing; and together
they had taken her at a flying pace down the road to destruction. And
when the end came, at the same time that I had my first financial blow,
the surprise was overwhelming. It was an end so shameful and to me so
humiliating that I could not bear at first to go out among men and meet
my friends. It was a critical time and my affairs needed my closest
attention. But I was too broken down and overcome by the disgrace to
attempt to do anything. And when I did go back everything was ruined.
"I did n't care very much, for my greatest desire just then was to get
away from everybody I had known. I wanted to put behind me and forget
everything that would remind me of my wife, and her ruin, and my
disaster.
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