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WHAT THE BELLS SAY.
AKK bear the bells,
Whose music tells
Or Christmas joy as
sinks and swells
Each sound that sings
OT happy .things.
This birthday of the
King of Kings.
Lo, on this day,
The glad bells say.
In Bethlehem, far, tar
away.
And long ago.
In manger low,
Was born the Christ
wno loved thee so.
A radiant star.
Shone bright g""1 far
Above the plains where
shepherds were.
And led the way.
That Christmas day.
To where the young child Jesus lay.
O plorknis mom
"When Christ was born
Among the garnered wheat and com;
O happy place
"Where His dear face
First shed the sunshine of its grace.
Above the plain
A heavenly strain
Of music rang; and its refrain
If- rmging still
0':r height and hill:
"Be Teace on earth, to men Good-WW."
Rejoice to-dav.
The glad belli say:
Pat all the cares that vex away;
L-t Christmas cheer
Find welcome here.
Anil ble's this l?st day of theyear.
To CSrist, thy King,
As tribute bring
Tisy heart, and let the oSering
With love be sweet,
A- at Hi. feet
Thy lips its grateful vows repeat.
Itejoice and sin::.
The glad l-lls ring.
In honor of the world's dear King;
L.t: lort increa-e;
May discord cea.-e:
All hail all ha.l thou Prince of Peace!
Eben E. Kexford, in Youth's Companion.
TWO CILRISTAIASES.
How Amelia's Lover Circumvent
ed the Old Man.
OIIN K. dol
LINGER, mill
ionaire, was
a cold, proud,
haughty nian: he
was fond of his
family, w h ich
had come to this
country when
the "lurking
savage" of
which the his
torian so de-
Lzhts to : II iurk-d along the Battery
t n hours- a day. or tort-the reeking scalp
from tin- head of hi boom friend or law
partner on Bowling Green. He was
proud of his great wealth, much of which
he had inherited and much of which he
h.td inad in "Wall street: proud of his
r-cord as a bus iness man: proud of his
grand Fifth avenue home: proud of every
thing connected with John K. Doliinger.
He was also, as I remarked, cold and
haughty, and during his whole life in
the metropolis he was never known to
stop on Broadway, between Fulton and
Ann streets, and buy a pair of suspend
ers of the red-faced man who is in that
business there. Promptly at three
o'clock every afternoon his coachman
might have been seen waiting in front
of his office in Wall street, with the tops
of his boots turned down and a very stiff
spinal column. Exactly at 3:15 o'clock
Mr. Doliinger appeared 'and without
shaking hands with the coachman, or
otherwise greeting him. stepped into the
carriage, which the man with the weep
ing willow boots drove rapidly to the
Fifth avenue mansion, with the assist
ance of a pair of heautifu! chestnut
horses from which the tails had been
carefully removed before starting.
Old Doliinger had a wife Mrs. Dol
linsrer. She was also cold, proud and
hauchty. as became the daughter of a
Kill Von Kull and wife of a Doliinger. In
fact then.- was nothing very affable
about either one of them. A maiden
aunt, poor in both purse and spirit, once
came in from Stitchetyhatchet, X. J..
and made them a six-weeks' visit in De
cember and January, and she used to say
when she got home that sometimes after
a meal with the Dollinsers, at which
.he had asked for soup twice and drank
a little quietly out of her finger-bowl,
that it was wry pleasant and a great re
lief to her to go out on the stoop and as
sociate awhile with the cast-iron grif
fins. She said she had never supposed
that griflin- could be so sociable and
pleasant. She had always had an idea
from the way a griffin held back its
head and carried one jaw up and wore
its tail at half-mast that it was far from
warm in it.- affections or cordial in its
manners: but she said that after she had
eaten pie with her knife ten or fifteen
minutes at her nephew's table it was
surprising how pleasant and sociable
those iron griffins could be
There was another memler of the Dol
iinger family a daughter an only
child. She was not as were her parents.
Reared in the frosty, gray atmosphere
of the Doliinger brown-stone front cold
storajre warehouse, she was like a being
from another world like the soft cloud
like pasque flower among the snows a
violet amid the April chill. Iroud she
was, to be sure, but proud of something
hetter than wealth: and she was not cold
nor haughty. Her name was Amelia,
ner mother wanted her to write it with
the upper part of an exclamation point
roosting on the "e." but she refused.
She said that if she should ever write a
thin red-covered book she would put the
weathercock on the "e, but that while
she stayed in her right mind she could
never think of it- She remonstrated
with hr mother when she wrote her
name Mrs. Louise Kill Von Kull Dollin-ger-Dollinger,
but it didn't do any good.
Arthur Graves was a poor artist. He
had a studio in East Fourteenth street,
where he painted large, soulful pictures
and ot behind them and breathed low
when the landlord pounded on the door
for the rent- That's about the only good
the pictures ever did him, because he
couldn't sell many and when he did sell
one he usually let the man get away
without paying him. If Arthur Graves
could have paid his debts he wo-id have
to
found that he owed the man he borrowed
the money from to do it about eight
hundred dollars. Arthur was but a
young, poor and struggling artist, and
he knew it would be years before he
could paint a lot of big war pictures and
take them to Russia to exhibit. But he
loved Amelia better than his own life,
and Amelia loved Arthur,
It was Christmas Eve. As the weary
landlord pounded at Arthurs door that
poor but undoubted genius went down
the fire-escape. Bright lights glowing
hearths good cheer holly peace on
earth mistletoe flip-flap and all that
sort of thing. (Ten pages of manuscript
suppressed by the authorities at this
point.)
Arthur was going to ask old Doliinger
for Amelia. When he reached the house
he touched the electric button. Jeames,
in livery, responded. He was shown
into the library, where Doliinger, cold,
calm, calculating, stood before the fire.
"Mr. Doliinger," said Arthur, in a
firm voice, "I came to ask you for your
daughter's hand in marriage.'"
"Sir!" thundered the father, "sir, how
dare you? You, unknown; you, a beg
gar; you, an artist! Leave the house!
Go! or I'll call the police!"
"But your daughter has given her con
sent," pleaded Arthur.
"That makes not the slightest differ
ence," replied the old gentleman, grow
ing purple in the face. "Go this instant,
or my men shall throw you out!"
I take it, then," returned Arthur, as
his thin lip curled bitterly, "that you
are opposed to the match?"
"Insolent puppy!" roared the old man.
while the veins stood out on his neck
and forehead; "begone this instant, or I
will hurl you through the window! But
stay one moment! Come back when you
have one million in cash and possibly
I may consider your suit. Now go'.
"D.n't sit up for me to-night." said
Arthur, as he turned away stunned and
crushed.
"If Arthur goes, I go, too!" cried a
wild, agonized voice. Amelia rushed in
and hung about Arthurs neck, while he
showered great, warm kisses on her lips
and forehead.
"Go, both of you!" fairly bellowed the
old man. with face vivid purple and
veins almost bursting. "Never darken
my door again!"
'Yes. go, and never show your faces
here again!" cried Mrs. Louise Kill Von
Kull Dollinger-Dollinger. sweeping in.
They turned, with arms twined about
each other's necks, and passed into the
hall. Here Arthur by mistake took a
fine black silk umbrella instead of his
own red-white-and-blue campaign affair.
GO, BOTH OF YOU!"
and they went out past the griffins and
down the stone steps, while the great
white snowflakes settled down upon
them with a soft, pitying touch.
Five minutes later they mounted the
steps of the Twenty-eighth-street sta
tion of the Sixth avenue elevated.
Dropping two red theater checks into
the chopper-box, Arthur passed on to the
platform followed closely by Amelia,
while the guileless and near-sighted
gateman pumped the checks.
"Love," whispered Arthur, as he
pressed her little hand in his. "love, we
will seek Rev. Mr. Tyemup: he shall
make us one and I'll paint him a picture
for his fee."
A train dashed up. "Ilarl'm!" shouted
the man who had allowed his machine
to eat the theater checks. Quickly
Amelia stepped on. Guard No. 14.ST4
yanked the lell-rope viciously, slammed
the gate in Arthur's face and the train
shot away.
"I shall never see her again!" cried
Arthur, reeling away. "She is gone
from me lost in New York swallowed
up in the shadows of a great city!"
With a wild shriek he fell on the plat
form. The gateman tossed him over the
railing to the street below. There they
gathered him up and took him to the
Seventeenth Irecinct police station.
Nearly three years had rolled away.
During all this time Doliinger had not
heard one word of his daughter or Ar
thur Graves. He knew nothing of their
whereabouts. But he was still the same
cold, haughty, proud Doliinger. He
still scorned to buy chestnuts of the man
on the corner or give the faintest tip on
the stock market to his footman. The
same coachman, wearing the same boots,
drove him awav at the same hour, in the
same carriage, drawn by the same
horses, with the same straining evi
dence that they had mislaid their
tails somewhere in England. Doliinger
was the same, only perhaps a little cold
er, a little harder, a little more calcu
lating. One day he was sitting in his office
looking over the mail when he came to
a letter from a man named C. H. Har
vey, who lived in Colorado and had a
little mining scheme. It struck Dol
iinger as being a good thing, and he
wrote to the man about it. narvey sent
a long letter in reply, saying that he had
the biggest gold mine in Colorado, and
he wanted to sell it cheap, because he
didn't have the capital to work it. Dol
iinger concluded to go out to Rainbow
City, where the mine was located, and
see about it.
The man Harvey, who was quite
pleasant appearing and wore a full beard,
met him at the station and took him di
rectly to his mine, which was on the out
skirts of town, it was only a hole in
the ground, with & rope and windlass
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with a box on the end of the rope. Dol
iinger and his mining friend got in the
box and the hired man let them down.
Doliinger didn't notice the little pieces
of red yarn tied on the rope, but the
hired man did, because that was what
he was paid for, and every time he came
to one of them as the rope unwound he
stopped so Harvey and Doliinger could
sample the walls of the shaft and see
how rich it was. Harvey showed Dol
iinger a million dollars' worth of gold
every time they stopped, and they
stopped five times; and when they got
to the surface Doliinger offered two
millions for the mine. Harvey looked
as if he hated to, but at last he took it.
He was a modest man and only called it
El Dorado-Golconda mine, and Doliinger
hired him at one thousand dollars a
month to superintend it, and started
East.
Doliinger soon found that El Dorado
Golconda was somewhat expensive. He
sent a big draft to Harvey for ma
chinery, labor, etc, by every mail. The
first thing he knew he had all the mon
ey he had in his mine. Still his man
ager kept calling for more. Pretty soon
he got a letter from a Rainbow City
lawyer named Snatchem, saying that
there was a big mortgage on his mine
before he bought it which must be settled-
So he sent on the deed to his
Fifth avenue house and collapsed into a
chair, a ruined man without a cent in
the world. Then came a parting letter
from Harvey saying that he took his pen
in hand to inform him that he was in
very good health in the drj climate of
Colorado, and hoped Doliinger was en
joying the same great blessing. He in
closed a bill reading: "To salting mine
before you visited it, S200. 1'lease re
mit." He explained that it cost fully
S200 to fix it to sell to him and he want
ed the money. He also said he would
be along about the 24th of the month
(December) to take possession of the
house, and closed by telling him not to
forget that two hundred. Doliinger
bowed his head and wept. His spirit
was broken at last. So was Mrs. D.'s.
They both wept, and they were still
weeping when Christmas Eve came, the
time Harvey said he would be on hand to
take the house.
It was the same Christmas Eve, and
the unprejudiced observer might have
seen a pedestrian moving rapidly up
Broadway. Why should I try to con
ceal the fact that it was Arthur Graves,
the hero of the fire-escape? For it was he.
Why did he scan every female face so
closely? He was looking for his Amelia.
of course. He had been out of town, for
three years, but he had come back to
find Amelia or to come pretty near dying
in the attempt. It was a dreary Christ
mas Eve for him. The lights shone out
from, etc (Six pages of fine prose
poetry are here omitted by request.)
Arthur Graves had reached Twenty
third street when he paused to buy a
flower from a pale young woman who
sold chrysanthemums and roses behind
a little out-door stand. As he handed
her the money he looked at her more
closely, and. uttering a wild cry. clasjted
her in his arms.
"Amelia!" he whispered.
"Still yours, Arthur," and each was
too happy to speak more.
They stood thus for some five min
utes, affording a very interesting enter
tainment for the passers-by. Then
Arthur turned and kicked the flower
stand over into the middle of Madison
square and motioned to a hatk-driver to
approach.
"We will go to Rev. Mr. Tyemup for
sure this time," he whispered, "and,"
he added, with a dreamy, mysterious
look in his eyes as he gazed up Broad
way, "I I think I can manage to pay"
him a small fee in cash this time."
A half hour later the reverend gentle
man pronounced them man and wife.
Tossing him a &"00 bill as a slight com
pensation for what he had done, Arthur
took his bride on his arm and went out,
"Drive to Dollinger's," he said to the
man.
"Oh. don't do that!" said Amelia, anx
iously. "Papa is as hard as ever he
won't let us enter."
"Never fear, love," replied Arthur,
and again the far-away, mysterious look
came into his eyes; "we will see if we
can not soften the old gentleman."
They walked up past the griffins and
Arthur rang the bell much bolder than
he had three years before. Jeames re
sponded as before, but he looked sick.
They stepped into the library and found
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Doliinger sitting on the sofa, with his
wife near.
"By heavens!" cried Doliinger, "the
beggar artist and my undutiful daugh
ter! Leave my house instantly!" and
his face began to grow purple again.
"Your house?" said Arthur, inquiring
ly. "Your house?" he continued as he
took his place before the fire and Amelia
rested her hand on his shoulder. "Your
house, my friend?" he went on, arching
his eyebrows. "It strikes me I have
here a deed for this house myself," and
he drew a legal-looking paper from his
pocket.
"Are you not Arthur Graves?" cried
the old man.
"That's my name," replied Arthur.
carelessly. "For some time, however, I
have been C H. Harvey, of Rainbow
City, Col., and on occasion Attorney
Snatchem, of the same place. You told
me not to come back till I had a million
I've cot twelve millions and I would
have had more if you had been more sav-1
flMHwl if
ing when a young man and laid up mow.
However. I cleaned yon out and I don't
know what more I could do. Could you
let me have that two hundred to-night
that I had to spend to sell you the
mine?
"Sir!" thundered Doliinger.
"Beggar!" thundered Arthur.
"What do you mean?" howled Doliin
ger. "Insolent puppy!" howled Arthur.
"Answer me!"
"Leave my house!"
"Stop!"
"Git!"
Doliinger sank down in a paroxysm
of rage. Mrs. Louise Kill Von Kull
Dollinger-Dollinger fainted.
"You mustn't be cruel with papa,"
said Amelia, with a smile.
"That's so," said Arthur. "I never
thought of that. Of course we mustn't
be cruel. What shall we do with him,
though?"
"He might remain with us as coach
man, couldn't he, dear?"
"Good idea," said Arthur. "John," he
added, as he turned toward his father-in-law.
"you are coachman now. Turn
down the tops of your boots and go out
to the barn and see if the horses don't
want some more hay."
Doliinger lowered his head and com
plied. It was a happy, happy Christmas
rather more so for Arthur and Amelia
than for the old gentleman. Fred H.
Carruth, in N. Y. Tribune.
CHRISTMAS.
We Do Well to Make or It a Festal Day
and a Day of Gifts.
What were the darkness of a world
that had no Christmas birth? Think of
a Christless world, one with no knowl
edge of a future life, no assurance of
immortality. What is the darkness and
the pain of a soul feeling after God and
hope and ever groping in vain? Read
an old philosopher encouraging himself
to believe that a future life is likely be
cause we have reminiscences of a pre
vious life, or a modem philosopher in
his last years ending his essay on The
ism with the conclusion that the evi
dence for a God slightly predominates
over the evidence against His existence,
but that there is no sufficient indication
that He is wholly good. Because we
have the birth in Bethlehem and the
resurrection from the sepulcher of Jo
seph we have no fear of the grave. Its
sting is removed; its victory is gone.
We know in whom we have believed, and
that He will keep what we have intrust
ed to Him until His great day.
We do well to make this festal day a
day of gifts. Christ was God's great Gift
to man. It was when Paul was urging
his readers to give gifts to others that
he burst out with that exclamation
which should be their loftiest example
as it was their dearest joy: "Thanks le
unto God for His unspeakable gift!" As
much as to say: If the Father God could
give to us the life of His own well-beloved
Son, what is there that we can not
give to our brethren in their need? The
word still holds good in these latter
Christmas days; if God could bestow
such a priceless gift on us. wo surely
can give our lesser gifts to Him and to
His children in their need, and to our
own dear ones, as pledges of our lesser
and finite love.
So let the feast and the gifts recall
the day of joy when the angels and the
stars sang the gladdest day of all
earth's history. Let the children come
from the chimney corner with their
stockings filled with toys, to rejoice be
cause Jesus came and therein blessed
little children. Let the tables be
loaded with the fruits of the year, and
households gather around them and
thank God for the Gift of all gifts. And
before the day is ove" read again the
story of the wondrous birth and recite
the simple lines: "While shepherds
watched their flocks by night." which
any child can understand, and then let
the elders read Milton's grandest, most
majestic "Hymn to the Nativity," and
end the day with thanks to Him whose
Father-love gave humanity the Gift.
N. Y. Independent.
The Chrintmas Spirit.
After all, it is not gifts of gold and
pearls and diamonds, of furs and lace
and costly pictures, of checks and
purses that maintain the Christmas
spirit; for the little pin-cushion made
by a child's hands has been known to be
of more value than all of these put to
gether and to afford more cheer and sat
isfaction and Christmas joy; the pebble,
pressed leaf, are as precious when given
and accepted with love; it is not the ring
ing of the church bell, sweet as the sound
is over the crisp snow and in the early
starlit darkness, for far away in remote
frontier clearings, where the sound of
the church-going bell is unknown, the
Christmas spirit and the Christmas joy
are felt: it is not the hanging up of
holly and of pine, for Christmas is
Christmas still among blooming orange
groves and in the -midst of trop
ical seas: it takes, in fact, none of
the customs in vogue among our
ancestors or know even to our child
hood to give the day its own stveetness.
It is the acknowledgment of the beauty
and holiness of that character which
the day commemorates, and the wish, if
not indeed the endeavor, to do some of
the same work as that which has been
wrought by this beauty and holiness in
all of nearly two thousand years, which
gives the day its own power, its own
loveliness. Wherever we are, at the
North pole or at the equator, in poverty
or in wealth, in a palace or a prison, it
is possible that Christmas shall be a day
of joy to us. and possible that we may
make it a day of joy to others: that we
may show, in our own feeble part of the
showing, that we ourselves were in
cluded in the meaning of the song the
herald angels sang, and that we have
accepted our share of the blessed
burden of carrying the message of good
will to all the earth. Harper's Bazar.
Husband (coming home from church)
"You seemed unusually thoughtful
during the sermon, my dear. I was im
pressed, too. There seemed to be some
thing genuine about it." Wife "Well,
there isn't. I'm perfectly sure it's only
seal plush, for all Mrs- Veneer gives her
self such airs over it." Earner's Bazar.
u THE YANKEE GIBL"
How Its Discovery Gave Birth to
a Quartette of Romances,
Jolm Boblaaon's Lucky Find Andrew Ml
drum. tb Wealthy Blacksmith, and
Pratty Folly Bond Polly' Infatua
tion for Mitchell, the Pugilist.
Special Correspondence.
LEADvit.r.K. CoL
HE EPI-
of pioneer
days are to society
in Colorado what
the tradition and
Knickerbocker and
Puritan tunes are to
the East. Rich in ro
mance, as well as in
gold and silver, the
Territory can point to
many passages in its early
history hardly more than two dscades
ago that were sufficiently thrillmf
to still live in memory. 5ot the least
picturesque of these romances is that which
relates to the discovery of the famous
"Yankee Girl" Mine and the loves of An
drew Meldrum and pretty but fickle Polly
Bond.
John Robinson was a prospector, one of
those useful pioneers who wandered, too
often in hunger and want, over the western
cliffs and barren, snow-capped peaks, lay
ing the foundations for other men's fort
unes: but he was destined to be one of
Fate's favorites.
It was in 'SI that he went to Telluride and
struck a job in the Pandora mill. Robmson
was "nipper." that is, ho was hired to carry
the tools from a gang of men working on
the grade to the blacksmith's to be sharp
ened. It was not an important position, but
through it he became acquainted with the
blacksmith, and that blacksmith was Andy
Meldrum. At the grade, in turn, as he
packed" back the tools, ho made many
other friends, among them Gus Dietleif and
Albert Lang, a couple of Germans, who,
having bad luck on farms in Nebraska, had
como West to make their fortunes. They
were working for three or four dollars a
day; fairly comfortable waees.it is true:
but their dreams were of nuggets of gold
and mountains of silver, and into their
ready cars John Robinson poured luring
talcs of the wonderful Red Mountain coun
tryjustover the range: where no trails had
yet penetrated; where scarce a prospect
loIe showed its black head on a mountain
side, but where the precious metals lay
rich, to be bad for the taking. Then he re
peated the stories at the other end cf his
trail while he waited for the blacksmith to
perform the endless sharpening.
The Germans grew wild: they begged
John to lead them to the Eldorado
he described, and, throwing down
their implements of labor, declared
themselves ready to start at an
hour's notice. But there came the rub; they
had no means, aad Robinson, why, like
every other old prospector, he was always
dead broke. When he got hold of a little
money he tried to see how quickly he could
"blow it in" it did not take long and he
had not a nickel with which to equip a pros
pecting expedition. So, right here, ho
played his big trump, he asked Andy Mel
drum to Rrub-stake the party.
Andy consented. He purchased the side
meat and flour and Robinson and the two
Germans climbed over the steep San Juan
range into the magnificent Red Mountain
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OS TDX WAT TO THE KED MOCXTAIXS.
Talley and that fall located three claims,
the Robinson, named for Johnny, the Gus
tav, for Gus Dietleif, and the Einora, for
Lane's sweetheart.
There was game in the Redountain
country in those days: the explosion of
dynamite aad eiant powder had nor fright
ened all the wild creatures from
their ancestral haunts, and the deer,
antelope and dangerous bear fur
nished important additions to the log
cabin men. Consequently the hunting ex
peditions were of no small interest.
Dietleif and Robinson started out one day,
being short of meat. The game was un
accountably shy. Up the sides of gulches,
down precipitous cliffs, along the beds of
the mountain torrents, the hungry com
pany traveled, at last getting up to a small
buck. Robinson fired but missed; Dietleif
followed with a shot that brought the
creature down. He went after the carcass
and returned to find Robinson reclining on
the ground exhausted and ill. The long,
hard tramp had proved too much for him.
Dietleif waited some little time for his com
rade's recovery, but he grew worse instead
of better.
"You'd better go on, Gus," Robinson
said, at length; "I can stay here all night
and the other boy3 want the meat."
So Dietleif proceeded with bis venison
toward the cabin, leaving poor Robinson to
battle alone as best he could. It would not
have been the first time that he had lain
with but the chill mountain air for a cover
ing through all the long, dreary, lonely
night.
But as he lay stretched out, helpless and
suffering, the hand that he threw out list
lessly fell on a small fragment of rock. He
lifted it mechanically, with the instinct of a
prospector, and aoticed that it was un
usually heavy. He broke it on the rocky
bed on whioh he lay, and then sprang in ex
citement to his feet, his illness entirely for
gotten, for that bit of rock was a piece of
solid Galena, rich with silver. He exam
ined the spot where it lay and found it to be
a great mass, ten feet square, like the small
piece he had broken.
"God bless my Yankee girl!" exclaimed
Robinson. "How she will be pleased when
she bears that I have succeeded at last."
And so the mine was christened.
Robinson dragged himself to the cabin,
but scarcely to sleep. The i.ext morning he
came back and staked out the claim. When
the mine was started it was cut, floor,
breast and sides, out of solid Galena. It was
a paying mine trom the grass roots.
The news flew. No one could tell how it
went, but it caused at once the greatest ex
citement ever known in Western Colorado.
Men came from East and West, from North
and South, even from Mexico. The tents of
two or three thousand prospectors were
pitched in the Red Mountain valley. George
JTsodes
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Mr JU
Crawford, an agent for a Pittsburgh con
cern, paid the four lucky owners of the new
find alive-thousand-dollar bonus and started
East with a hundred-pound lump of the
ore. Within thirty days he returned,
paid the price placed on the
property by the discoverers, 125,000, and
the wonderful "Yankee Girl" Mine became
the property, virtually, of the Standard Oil
Company. Then each of tne four fortunate
prospectors pocketed his $314250 and went
back East.
Dietleif started for Germany to see his
parents. On the ship going over he made
the acquaintance of a pretty German frau
lein. When the fatherland" was reached the
twain were made one, and Gus soon re
turned with his bride to Pueblo, where he
still resides, one of its most solid citizens.
Lang went no further than Nebraska, for
there dwelt the sweetheart for whom he
had christened the Einora claim. Their lov
ing hearts were speedily united, and out of
his comfortable little fortune he purchased
a fine farm at lndianola.
Johnny Robinson went direct to New
York, and at once proceeded to get
married and locate with his Yankee bride
on a farm in New Jersey.
Stalwart Andy Meldrum, thegrub-staker,
went to Canada, but returned in 1SS3 to
Colorado and bought a ranch at Delta.
There, at aer father's place, he first saw
lovely Polly Bond. Poilywas seventeen, a
beauty, fascinating in manner, dashing
in style, and reputed rich; but she was
uneducated, had a temper of her own, and
the only visible accomplishment she pos
sessed was that of spendm? money. Her
father had made a snug little fortune in
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a restaurant in Leadville, but had loseverj
thing except the ranch in the great Lead
ville bank failure. Tnis was not generally
known, however. On the other hand, Polly
believed Andy to be the owner "of a fabulou?
fortune instead of the modest amount hs
really possessed. He was not the ideal
hero of a young girL for, though six feet in
height, slender and well-formed, he was
nearly forty years old and plain in face and
manner. But her parents favored the
match, Polly herself was inordinately fond
of money, and elaborate preparations were
soon under way for their marriage.
The bnde-elect went to Denver with her
pockets full of monev to select her outfit.
On this expedition she lost in cash the
trifling sum of seven hundred dollars, and
while returning to Delta missed a seal coat
for which she had just paid six hundred
dollars. But trifles like these did not annov
Polly, and Andy was too much infatuated to
be troubled by any thing so long as Polly
remained true to him. So, one month after
their first meeting, Andy and Polly Bond
were married.
The wedding trip was to Pittsburgh.
They came back to Colorado, to Ouray, and
immediately Mrs. Bond discovered that
Polly must accompany her on a trip to San
Francisco. Andy, up in the mountains
busy with his mines, was willing that his
young bride should amuse herself, and
readily gave his consent. He did not know
that in San Francisco was handsome
Charley Mitchell, the pugilist, who had
been Polly's sweetheart long before her
husband had ever seen her face.
While Polly was enjoying this visit the
Guston Mine was sold to good advantage
and Andy made a second pile. He gener
ously made his wife a birthday present on
her return of his ranch, a property valued
at some 915,000. In a few months a change
of residence to Denver followed and the
erection of a costly home, and this, too, was
presented to Polly. Two weeks later Charlie
Mitchell stepped off a train at Denver
while on his way to California after a trip
to England. Then Polly Meldrum left her
adoring, indulgent husband, and, with all
the assurance in the world, applied for a di
vorce and alimony on the ground of cruelty.
She had done very well from a financial
stand-point; she owned a fine ranch, a $20,
000 residence in Denver, and had spent
some $10,000 or C12.000 during her brief con
jugal experience. Through the intervention
of some of Andy's friends she was pre
vailed upon to reoonvey to him the title of
tlfe ranch on condition that he should enter
no opposition to her divorce suit. She be
lieved she held the matter in her hand ; bus
when the suit came on for a hearing it was
thrown out of court. At the next
term there was handed down a re-
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markable decision by Judge Halleck,
of Denver, which attracted attentioa
throughout California and the West. With
out the formality of an application f rem
Andrew Meldrum a divorce was granted to
him, and the residence property held by
his wife returned by order of the court.
Two months after this decision was, ren
dered Charley Mitchell turned his back on
Polly, recrossed the ocean, and married tne
red-cheeked English daughter of 'Pony'
Moore.
Polly, now without means andl broken
spirited, went back with her mother to
Leadville. She appealed the decision de
priving her of the Denver property to th
Supreme Court and it is still in litigation
Andy, after receiving the -gift of his
divorce, purchased a quantify of fine
stock and repaired to his Delta
ranch, where he still, lives. But
the stalwart blacksmith,, though rich
and honored, can not foret the beautiful
girl who cast him off- Although despised
and deserted by her, he declares that he
would gladly again cl?.sp her to bis heart if
she would consent to be onoe more his wife.
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