"Well, it seems that she was a purty square sort of a woman," sez Ches, "but I didn"t suppose "at you"d care much about her. The mine--" I groaned. "Well, you fool me," sez Ches, seein" I was in earnest. "The"
was a purty florid romance mixed up in it too; but I didn"t suppose you was interested in such things, an" I didn"t pay much heed to that part of it."
"That"s allus the way when a boy does anything," sez I, with peevishness. "Now you set there an" think up all you can about the deal--everything."
"Well," sez Ches, slowly, "it seems that a couple o" young Easterners came out to find their fortune. They was the true Damon an" Pythias brand o" partners, an" stood back to back durin" a protracted spell o"
good, stiff, copper-bottomed misfortune. They finally located a mine that looked good-natured an" generous; but it was a fooler. One day it coaxed "em an" next it give "em the laugh. Finally they each got down in turn with mountain-fever an" a beautiful young girl nursed "em. She was there with her father, who was workin" a claim near by. He was an odd sort of chap to be minin"--though come to think of, that"s not possible, seein" that all kinds o" men--"
"Ches," I breaks in, "will you kindly get on with that tale, or must I shake it out o" you?"
He seemed mightily surprised, but he went on: "Well, the girl was a beauty, an" she had a gigantic maid--"
"Monody!" I shouted.
"Keeno!" shouts back Ches, some exasperated.
"Now that wasn"t slang nor sarcasm what I was usin"," sez I, smoothin"
it over. "That gigantic maid you mentioned is part o" the tale that you don"t know yet."
"Well, naturally, while they was bein" nursed they both fell in love with her--"
"With Monody?" I yells.
"No, you ijot, with the girl!" Ches was gettin" fl.u.s.tered. "She was a corkin" handsome girl, an" they all called her the Creole Belle. To be strictly honest though, they didn"t really fall in love with her. They both loved the same girl back in Philadelphia, an" they just took to the Creole Belle as a sort of a subst.i.tute. Now the ol" man an" the big maid watched over the girl careful, an" the" wasn"t no harm come of it; an" when the mine finally got to handin" out the gilt without jokin"
about it, the two pals got to goin" off alone an" thinkin" o" the girl back East. They had four or five miners workin" for "em by this time, an" they was gettin" the dust in quant.i.ties. Finally they got together about it. It seems that they had an agreement that neither one would propose to the girl without the other"s consent, but they had each been makin" gentle-love in their letters to her, while she didn"t seem to know which she liked best."
"Where"d you learn all this?" sez I.
"Oh, I"ve been askin" all the of miners I"ve met," sez Ches, "an" at last I found one who knew the whole of it. All of "em knew something; things ain"t done secret in a minin" camp, an" all the boys got interested. Well, they finally agreed to play five hands o" draw for the first chance to propose. If the lucky one got the girl he was to pay the loser half the profits. If he lost an" the second feller got the girl on his proposal, he was to get mine an" girl both. They was still fond o" the Creole Belle an" she was fond o" them--from all accounts they was men above the average, all right. Well, they played the five hands an" it was even bones at the fourth show. Then Jordan made a crooked move o" some kind, an" Whitman called for a new deal. It was the first suspicion that had ever raised its head between "em, an"
they looked into each other"s eyes a long time; then Jordan dealt again an" Whitman won.
"He wrote to the girl, an" after a time she answered, sayin" yes.
Jordan an" Whitman wasn"t such good pals as before; but when the girl was due to arrive they started down in the stage to meet her, both together. Just as they was goin" by the of man"s claim--Ol" Pizarro, or some such a name as that he had--the stage lost a front wheel an"
Whitman got a broken leg. They took him into the ol" man"s cabin, sent a man on hoss-back after the doctor, an" Whitman insisted that Jordan ride on down to meet the girl. They"d had a hard time gettin" the girl to consent to come at all; but she was an orphan with only a faithful servant for a family, an" she had finally give in, seein" as Jordan would be there as her best friend; an" now Whitman forced Jordan to go down an" meet her." I remembered the letter "at little Barbie had made me read, an" I was able to guess the rest.
"Well, Jordan met the girl, an" the servant who had tagged along,--the name of the servant was Melisse, if you want all the details."
"I knew it," sez I; "go on."
"He brought the girl back to where the Creole Belle was tendin" to Whitman in a mighty gentle an" tender way. The girl didn"t seem to care much for Whitman when she saw him, an" that very day they had it out.
She didn"t make no fuss, she was a game one all right; just said that it was a mistake all "round an" left on the next stage, goin" to Frisco.
"Whitman was laid up six weeks, an" by the time he was out Jordan told him that he was ready to propose to the girl on his own hook. Whitman agreed, Jordan made his play, got a favorable answer, an" Whitman made over a full deed to the Creole Belle. Just at this time ol" Pizzaro cashed in, an" the first thing Whitman knew he was married to the Creole Belle, had sold his wife"s mine an" started to leave the country. Down at the station he hears a chance word that gives him a tip, an" he leaves his wife there an" goes back to the mine. He accuses Jordan of havin" told the eastern girl that he was already married to the Creole Belle when she came out to marry him herself. Jordan denies it, but they fight, an" it"s sure a bad fight. Jordan gets three bullets in his body an" only laughs about it; but he shoots Whitman twice, so that fever sets in, an" it was reported that he died. Anyhow, he"s taken down to the train an" put on board, out of his head; an" was never heard of again.
"Jordan hid his wounds purty well, bein" a man o" wonderful grit; but just when he was gettin" around again one o" the boys what Whitman had done a good turn to picks a quarrel with Jordan, an" Jordan still bein"
stiff from the wounds he was hidin", gets the worst of it, is hammered up with a pick-handle an" left for dead. He don"t die, however, he works the Creole Belle mine till he"s taken out about a million, an"
then she closes up an" he gets out o" the country for keeps. That"s all the" is to that tale. Now you tell me what part of it you"re interested in."
"Was that all you heard about the gigantic maid?" sez I.
"You certainly have a healthy appet.i.te for gossip," sez Chez, laughin".
"But I did hear more about the maid: she came back to that part a few months later to square things up with her lover. He didn"t appear willin" to square, an" they found him in his cabin one mornin" with his throat tore out by the roots, an" they found her clothes on the bank o"
Devil Crick; so that ends her story. She must "a" been some devil herself."
"No," sez I to chez, "the worst any one can call her is a man; an" it wasn"t altogether her fault that you can call her that, I"ll stake my soul on it."
Ches was ravenous to learn why it was that I wanted all that old scandal dished up; but I was too busy to tell him right then, an" he was goin" to leave in an hour to overlook some new findin"s out in Nevada. We promised to write to each other, an" I told him that probably I"d be willin" to take a job with him in a month or so; an"
then he skinned out to make ready, an" I got busy on my letter. Letters never was one o" my chief delights; but I wrote to Jim, tellin" him enough o" the details to throw a bluff into Jabez; but not enough to put Jim wise to the tale. Just gave him the right names an" the name o"
the mine an" told him to bluff that he knew it all; but not to speak too free; an" that would suit all around an" put Jabez into a nervous condition. I sent this letter to the governor, tellin" him to give it to Jim personal, an" to hustle things for a quick finish.
I posted my letter an" started up to the desk to pay my bill, when I had another turn. I stood still with a shock, pinchin" myself to see if I was in my right mind or only sufferin" from an extra foolin"
hang-over. A jaunty young chap with out-standin" clothes, an" a brindle bull-terrier was registerin" their names, an" if I was in my right mind I knew them folks for true. I was feelin" exuberant to a dangerous limit, an" I sneaks up an" unsnaps the bull-terrier from the leash what the porter was holdin". Well, it was Cupid all right, an" he was bugs to see me. He started jumpin" up on my shoulders an" makin" queer sounds, an" I pertends "at I"m scared to death an" duck an" dodge around that office until I have all the inmates standin" on the furniture an" yellin" police.
Bill runs around after us tellin" me not to be frightened, an" givin"
Cupid a tongue-handlin" that would "a" stung a deaf alligator. When I can"t hold in any longer I rolls over on a dievan--that"s what they call a hotel sofy--an" get Cupid in my arms an" make a sound as if he was stranglin" me. Bill gets Cupid by the collar an" jerks him off, an"
then I stands up an" sez in a hurt an" dignified voice, "It seems darned funny to me that I can"t welcome an old friend without you interferin"."
He give me one look--I was festooned a little out o" the ordinary--an"
then he begins. First he"d sing a chant about how tickled he was to meet up with me, an" then he"d sermonize most doleful about how untasteful it was to commit such a havoc as that in a hotel lobby, especially with a dog what had been trained to have quiet an" refined manners. I finally refused to hold my safety valve down any longer; an"
I grabbed him under the arms an" waltzed him over the marble, while Cupid frolicked around us an" Bill kicked me on the shins. I had had too many things happen to me in a small s.p.a.ce o" time to be altogether sane, an" it took a good many kicks on the shins to get me down to a practical basis again. Bill was plumb disgusted; but Jessamie, who had seen the last part of it, had to join in with the rest o" the crowd an"
have a laugh.
Bill refused to eat unless we could have a private dinin" room. Not on Cupid"s account neither; he"d got civilized enough to stand for Cupid bein" treated like a dog by this time; but it was me he was scared of, an" I sensed it, an" refused to feed with him at all unless it would be in the main mess hall, an" Jessamie voted with me; so Bill had to give in.
He didn"t want to make the contrast too strong, so he slid into a dark suit instead of the real caper, while I wiggled into my champagne ap.r.o.n an" marched in like I was a foreign delegate. Well, you should have seen Bill--his mouth took on the triangle droop, an" his lamps was stretched to match. I was entirely at home, et with the right forks, joshed the waiters, an" when my friends began to drop over an" pa.s.s the season"s greetings, an" I presented "em to Bill an" Jessamie, an" Bill saw that they was nothin" at all but cream, I bet you a tip that he was the worst locoed man in topsy-turvy Frisco.
We had a hard time throwin" the gang off the trail; but I finally sent "em over to the Pampered Pug restaurant, while I took Bill an" Jessamie to a quiet little spot to hold our own reunion. They had just come from a trip around the world--they was still on their honeymoon, in fact; an" I had to listen to a heap o" Sunday-school story adventures "at they"d been havin".
After a while, though, I nudged Bill hack to the Clarenden family trail, an" he said "at they had stopped for over a month with his friends in England, an" was posted up to the minute.
"Well," sez I, as though I was inquirin" after an old pal, "how"s the Earl?"
"They"re plumb out o" earls in that family," sez Bill. "The old one"s dead an" they"ve hunted high an" low for the strays an" can"t even find Richard."
"They won"t need him," sez I. "The younger son is still in good order, an" when the proper time comes I"ll spring him on "em; but I doubt if he takes the job after all."
"Confound you, Happy," sez Bill, "I never can tell whether you"re jokin" or not on this subject. Deuced if I ever could see where your trail could have junctioned onto the Clarenden family."
"Son," sez I, "I"m a store-house o" knowledge, an" I"m about to open the flood-gates an" pour it forth. How many Alice LeMoynes did you ever happen to hear of?"
"Only but the one," sez Bill. "It was a fake name probably, an" one was all they ever struck off that die. What about her?"
"Oh, nothin" much," sez I, "only a stray Englishman happened to pull that name on us a while back, an" I wondered where he came into possession of it."
"You got somethin" up your sleeve," sez Bill, who was a mite too observin" at times; "what is it you want to know?"
"Nothin" at all," sez I; "I know all I want to now."
"What kind of lookin" feller was it?" sez Bill.