The Girl From His Town Part 9

He got no note of acknowledgment from his flowers. Miss Lane was evidently better and played every night; no mention was made of her indisposition in the papers. But Dan couldn't go to the Gaiety or bear to see her make the effort which he knew must tire her beyond words to conceive.

After a few days he called at the Savoy to get news of her. He got as far as the lift when going up in it he saw Prince Poniotowsky. The sight affected Miss Lane's townsman so forcibly that instead of going up to the dancer's apartment Dan took himself off, and anger, displeasure and something like disgust were the only sentiments he carried away from the Savoy. He sent her no flowers, and gave himself up unreservedly to Joshua Ruggles and to a couple of men who came in to see him by appointment. And when toward four o'clock he found himself alone with Ruggles, Dan threw himself down in a big chair and looked intensely bored.

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"Well, I guess we don't need to see any more of these fellows for a week, Dan," Ruggles yawned with relief. "I'm blamed if it isn't as hard to take care of money as to get it. I was a poor man once, and so was your father. Those were the days we had fun."

Ruggles took out a big cigar, struck a match sharply, and when he had lit his Henry Clay he fixed his gaze on the flying London fog, whose black curtain drew itself across their window.

"There's a lot of excitement," Ruggles said, "in not knowing what you're going to get; may turn out to be anything when you're young and on the trail. That's the way your father and me felt. And when we started out on the spot that's Blairtown on the map to-day, your father had forty dollars a week to engineer a busted mine and to pull the company into shape."

Dan knew the story of his father's rise by heart, but he listened.

"He took on with the mine a lot of discontented half-hearted rapscallions-a whole bunch, who had failed all along the line. He didn't chuck 'em out. 'There's no life in old wood, Josh,' he said to me, 'but sometimes there's fire in it, and I'm going to light up,' and he did. He won over the whole lot of them in eighteen months, and within two years he had that darned mine paying dividends. Meanwhile something came his way and he took it."

From his chair Dan asked: "You mean the Bentley claim?"

"Measles," his friend said comically, with a grin. "Your father was sick to death with them. When he was sitting up for the first time, peeling in his room, there was a fellow, an Englishman, a total stranger, come in to see him. 'Better clear out of here,' your father says to him. 'I'm shedding the d.a.m.nedest disease for a grown man that ever was caught.'

'I'm not afraid of it,' the Englishman said, 'I'm shedding worse.' When your father asked him what that was, he said the idea that he could make any money in the West. He told your father that he was going back to England and give up his western schemes, and that he had a claim to sell, and he told Blair where it lay. 'Who has seen it?' your father asked. 'Any of my men?' And the Englishman told your father that n.o.body had wanted to buy it and that was why he had come to him. He said he thought his only chance to sell was to hold up some blind man on his dying bed and that he had heard that Blair was too sick to stir out of his room and to prospect. Your father liked the fellow's cheek and when he found out that he had the maps with him, your father bought the whole blooming sweep at the man's price, which was a mere song.

"Your father never went near his purchase for a year or more, and when he had turned the mine he was managing over to the original company, with me as manager in his place, at a salary of twenty thousand dollars a year, he said to me one day, 'Ruggles, you'll be sorry to know that the fun is all over, I've struck oil.' But the oil was copper. The whole blooming business that he'd bought of that Englishman was rich with ore.

Well, that's the story of Blairtown," Ruggles said. "You were born there and your mother died there."

Dan said: "Galorey told me what dad did later for the man that sold him the mine, and it was just like everything else he did, for dad was all right, just as good as they come."

Ruggles agreed. He left his reminiscences abruptly. "Your dad and me had the fun in our time; now you are going to get the other kind; you're going to make the dust fly that he dug up."

And the rich young man said musingly: "I'll bet it isn't half as good at my end."

And Ruggles agreed: "Not by a jugful." And followed: "What's on to-night? _Mandalay?_"

Dan's fury at Prince Poniotowsky came back. "I guess you thought I was a little loose in the lid, didn't you, Josh, going so often to the same play?"

"You wouldn't have been the first rich man that had the same disease,"

Ruggles answered.

"There is nothing the matter with _Mandalay_, but I'm not gone on any actress living, Josh; you are in the wrong pew."

Dan altered his indolent pose and sat forward. "But I _am_ thinking of getting married," he said.

"I hope it's to the right girl, Dan."

And with young a.s.surance Blair answered: "It will be if I marry her. I know what I want all right."

"I hope she knows what she wants, Dan."

"How do you mean?"

"You or your money. You have the darnedest handicap, my boy."

Blair flushed. "I'll get to hate the whole thing," he said ferociously.

"It meets me everywhere-bonds-stocks-figures-dividends -coupons-deeds-it's too much!" he said suddenly, with resentment. "It is too much for me. Why, sometimes I feel a hundred years old, and like a hunk of gold."

Ruggles, in answer to this, said: "Why, that reminds me of what a man remarked about your father once. It was the same English chap your father bought the claim of. Speaking of Blair, he said to me: 'You know there's all kinds of metal bars, and when you cut into them some is bullion and some's coated with aluminum, and there's others that when you cut down, cut a clean yellow all along the line.' If, as you say, you feel like a hunk of metal, it ain't bad if it is that kind."

"It's got to stop coming in between me and the woman I marry, all right, though." Dan did not pursue his subject further, for his feelings about the d.u.c.h.ess were too unreal to give him the sincere heartiness with which he would have liked to answer Ruggles.

He went over to the window, and, with his hands in his pockets, stood looking out at the fog. Ruggles, at the table, opened the cover of the book of _Mandalay_ and took out the four checks made out to Lady Galorey and which he had forgotten. He hurriedly thrust them into his pocket.

"Come away, Dannie," he said cheerfully, "let's do something wild. I feel up to most anything with this miserable fog down on me. If it had any nerve it would take some form or shape, so a man could choke it back."

Ruggles blew his nose violently.

"There's nothing to do," said Dan in a bored tone.

"Why don't you see who your telegram is from?" Ruggles asked him. It proved to be a suggestion from Gordon Galorey that Dan should meet him at five o'clock at the club.

"What will you do, Rug?"

"Sleep," said the Westerner serenely; "I'm nearly as happy in London as I am in Philadelphia. It's four o'clock now and I can't sleep more than four hours anyway. Let's have a real wild time, Dannie."

Dan looked at him doubtfully, but Ruggles' eyes were keen.

"What kind of a time do you mean?"

"Let's ask the Gaiety girl for dinner-for supper after the theater."

"Letty Lane? She wouldn't go."

"Why not?"

"She is awfully delicate; it is all she can do to keep her contracts."

He knows that, Ruggles thought. "Let's ask her and see." He went over to the table and drew out the paper. "Come on and write and ask her to go out with us to supper."

"See here, Rug, what's this for?"

"What's strange in it? She is from our state, and if you don't hustle and ask her I am going to ask her all alone."

Dan was puzzled as he sat down to the table, reflecting that it was perfectly possible that old Ruggles had fallen a prey to the charms of an actress. She wouldn't come, of course. He wrote a formal invitation without thinking very much of what he said or how, folded and addressed his note.

"What did you say?" Ruggles asked eagerly.

"Why, that two boys from home wanted to give her a supper."

"Well," said Ruggles, "if the answer comes while you are at the club I'll open it and give the orders. Think she'll come?"

"I do not," responded Dan rather brutally. "She's got others to take her out to supper, you bet your life."