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"Got to look for an engineer for the night tower," Hart explained as he drew up in front of the Gusher Saloon. "Come in with me. It's some gambling-hell, if you ask me." The place hummed with the turbulent life that drifts to every wild frontier on the boom.
Gusher took the card, and after affecting to read the name placed it in his pocket, without exhibiting the slightest change of countenance. "You shall zee I shall do myself ze 'onar of being your diplomat," said he, bowing himself formally out of the room. "Romer, old fellow, what's up?" enquired one of the young men. "A spoon, ain't he, Romer?" "Not so much of a spoon, I take it," said another.
But the more he revolved the beautiful picture of Mattie over in his mind the more his anxiety to see her increased. Mr. Gusher rested for two hours, and then re-appeared in the parlor, so exquisitely dressed and made up. Every hair on his head seemed to have been curled so exactly. The gentleman had evidently taken great pains to get himself up in a style that should be faultless.
Gusher. He is such a nice young gentleman, and so popular in society. If he should turn out to be somebody else? He has been such a favorite at our house, you know. I am sure I should never survive such a scandal as that. I am sure it would kill me at least I should faint; I feel as if I should faint now!"
"You are so very kind so very kind, Mr. Gusher." Never before had Mr. Gusher escorted a woman of such ponderous circumference. Mattie followed, her roguish smiles indicating that she enjoyed what she considered a joke played at Mr. Gusher's expense. The picture presented by the meeting of such extremes was indeed a ludicrous one.
The firm of Topman and Gusher, having luminated the great Kidd Discovery Company, had got it fairly on its feet in that mart of the money-changers. The firm was considered highly respectable now, and had counting-rooms in Pearl street, near Wall, second floor, furnished in a style of elegance it would be difficult to surpass, even at this day.
The gurgling, the sadly bubbling gusher, even, might have been one of the fairy sounds of night, for all thought he gave to it. No; blind to all things practical as he always was, how was it possible that Scipio, leaving Suffering Creek a poor, struggling prospector, should realize by these outward signs that he had returned to it, possibly, a millionaire?
She shook her head and cast a significant glance at Mattie, then raised the fore-finger of her right hand to her lips, admonishingly. "My daughter has not heard of the great enterprise yourself and my dear husband are engaged in " Gusher, making one of his best bows. "Why, yes, mother, I have," interrupted Mattie; "did'nt Mr.
Gusher, their guest, must be very much fatigued after so arduous an expedition. Mr. Gusher was thereupon shown to his room, and left to his own contemplations. In truth, he was glad enough to escape in this way from a continuation of this fussy woman's compliments.
She had big dark eyes dark-brown, I thought, though they might have been hazel: they were a bit too big and bright for me, and now and again, when she got excited, the white showed all round the pupils just a little, but a little was enough. She seemed extra glad to see me. I thought at first that she was a bit of a gusher. 'Oh, I'm so glad you've come, Mr Ellis, she said, giving my hand a grip.
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