Part 20 (1/2)

”I've heard pretty hard stories about Blaisdell,” said another, ”but I guess he don't make much for himself, for as fast as he fleeces other people, Rivers fleeces him.”

There was considerable more talk in the same strain, but after the group had separated, Houston, who had learned the name of the princ.i.p.al speaker, approached him as he was standing alone, and said, in a low tone:

”This is Mr. Hartwell, I believe; my name is Houston. Mr. Hartwell, I heard your remarks a little while ago concerning the North Western Mining Company and its officers. I am one of the clerks of that company, and I wish to know if you are prepared to substantiate the statements you have made here to-night.”

”Yes,” the man exclaimed with an oath, ”I'll substantiate every word I've said here to-night, and I can get you a dozen more that will tell you more about that company than I can.”

”Never mind about the others, for the present,” replied Houston coolly, ”what you have said to-night is likely to come to the ears of the company, and what I want to know is this; would you swear in court to what you have said here?”

”I tell you,” said Mr. Hartwell, with another oath, ”I'll swear to it ten times over, and if I ever have a chance, I'll down you and your cursed company till you won't know that you ever existed,” and then seeming to take Houston as the representative of the entire corporation, he poured upon him a torrent of vituperation and abuse which was very amusing to Houston, who was only thinking of securing a witness for the prosecution, by and by.

”Well, Mr. Hartwell,” he said at last, ”you seem so anxious to express your feelings, we may give you an opportunity later. For the present, I wish you good evening,” and he walked smilingly away.

Mr. Hartwell looked after him in amazement; ”By George!” he soliloquized, ”but that fellow's a cool duck, anyhow! I couldn't faze him a particle.”

The next morning, Houston, in company with Mr. Blaisdell, took the early train for the mines. He could not help contrasting this with his first trip over the same road. Then, he was a stranger, with his entire work before him, uncertain of success in his undertaking; now, his preparatory work was nearly done, and though the most difficult part of his task yet remained, he felt that success was sure. But the contrast which to him seemed, most striking, was in his own feelings, for though conscious of enemies and having no knowledge of the friends ready to a.s.sist him, he yet felt a certain pleasure in returning to the mines, as though returning home; and he realized as never before, that hidden away in the heart of the mountains was the source from which henceforth must flow all his earthly happiness.

Arriving at the office, they found no one there, and Houston immediately began an attack upon the work acc.u.mulated during his absence, while Mr. Blaisdell proceeded to the mills and mines.

On his way he met Haight, and the subject of the unsuccessful mining deal was at once taken up.

”They simply wrote that the property was not what they wanted, and that they had found what they were looking for elsewhere,” said Mr.

Blaisdell in explanation.

”They seemed well enough satisfied when they were here,” remarked Haight.

”That was my impression,” said Mr. Blaisdell, ”but Rivers seems to think differently. He says he was suspicious of them all the time, because they said nothing one way or another, after seeing the property; but my impression was that they were very well pleased.”

”Certainly,” answered Haight, who always made it a practice to have his opinions coincide with those expressed by the person with whom he happened to be talking, especially if it were for his interest to do so; ”everything seemed satisfactory as far as I could judge. It is my opinion, Mr. Blaisdell, and has been for some time, that something must have been said by some one to prejudice those people against the mine; that is the only way I could account for the deal falling through as it did.”

”But who was there to say anything prejudicial? We were all interested in selling the mine.”

”I don't care to call any names, Mr. Blaisdell, but I don't think it best to take people into our confidence till we are pretty sure of them.”

”Oh, you allude to Mr. Houston, but you are mistaken there; why, Haight, that fellow is working for our interests, and he has saved the company considerable money already in the way he has straightened the books and detected crooked work; he's going to be invaluable.”

”He'll work for our interests just as long as it is for his interest to do so, but I imagine anybody could buy him off pretty easy. He's one of your swells; see how he dresses and what hightoned notions he has for a man in his position, and then tell me he wouldn't take a little tip on the outside if he got a chance.”

”I think you are mistaken,” said Mr. Blaisdell slowly, ”still, of course, there might be something in what you say; I'll think it over,”

and the subject was dropped for that day.

Houston was very busy until nearly noon, but left the office a little earlier than usual, as he was anxious to meet Miss Gladden a few moments in advance of the others, if possible.

She was outside the porch, training some vines which she and Lyle had transplanted from among the rocks by the lake. Her back was toward the road, but hearing Houston's step, as he approached the house, she quickly turned, and in the depths of her luminous eyes he read a welcome that made his return seem more than ever like a home-coming.

Clasping warmly the shapely little hand extended to him in greeting, he drew it within his arm, and having led her to a comfortable seat within the porch, he drew his own chair close beside her, where he could watch the lovely face, so cla.s.sic and perfect in its beauty, and clothed, when animated, with a subtle, spirituelle radiance.

”You are very welcome,” said Miss Gladden, as he seated himself, ”we will all have to celebrate your return, for we have missed you very much. Have you been well?”

”Very well,” replied Houston, smiling, ”except for a touch of homesickness occasionally when I remembered our evenings among the mountains, or on the lake. It was fortunate that my evenings were so crowded with work, or the malady might have proved quite serious.”