Mississippi River Valley -- Fiction; Short stories; Western stories
These keen-eyed young fellows had spread her fame all up and down the
road. She had captured them, not by beauty, but by her pluck, candor,
honesty, and by a certain fearless but reserved camaraderie. She was not
afraid of them, or of anybody else, now.
The train whistled, and everybody turned to watch it as it came pushing
around the bluff like a huge hound on a trail, its nose close to the
ground. Among the first to alight was Sanford, in a shining new silk hat
and a new suit of clothes. He was smiling gaily as he fought his way
through the crowd to his wife's side. "Hello!" he shouted. "I thought I'd
see you all here."
"W'y, Jim, ain't you cuttin' a swell?"
"A swell! Well, who's got a better right? A man wants to look as well as
he can when he comes home to such a family."
"Hello, Jim! That plug 'll never do."
"Hello, Vance! Yes; but it's got to do. Say, you tell all the fellers
that's got anything ag'inst me to come around to-morrow night to the
store. I want to make some kind of a settlement."
"All right, Jim. Goin' to pay a new dividend?"
"That's what I am," he beamed, as he walked off with his wife, who was
studying him sharply.
"Jim, what ails you?"
"Nothin'; I'm all right."
"But this new suit? And the hat? And the necktie?"
He laughed merrily--so merrily, in fact, that his wife looked at him the
more anxiously. He appeared to be in a queer state of intoxication--a
state that made him happy without impairing his faculties, however. He
turned suddenly and put his lips down toward her ear. "Well, Nell, I
can't hold in any longer. We've struck it!"
"Struck what?"
"Well, you see that derned fool partner o' mine got me to go into a lot
o' land in the copper country. That's where all the trouble came. He got
awfully let down. Well, he's had some surveyors to go up there lately and
look it over, and the next thing we knew the Superior Mining Company came
along an' wanted to buy it. Of course we didn't want to sell just then."
They had reached the store door, and he paused.
"We'll go right home to supper," she said. "The girls will look out for
things till I get back."
They walked on together, the children laughing and playing ahead.
"Well, upshot of it is, I sold out my share to Osgood for twenty thousand
dollars."
She stopped, and stared at him. "Jim--Gordon Sanford!"
"Fact! I can prove it." He patted his breast pocket mysteriously. "Ten
thousand right there."
"Gracious sakes alive! How dare you carry so much money?"
"I'm mighty glad o' the chance." He grinned.
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