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The minister cleared his throat, his cheeks reddening. "Mr. Moffat? Ah, no; not exactly. Do you mean the mine-owner, Jack Moffat?" "Yes, I think so; he told me he owned a mine the Golden Rule the name was; the very choice in words would seem, to indicate his religious nature. He 's such a pleasant, intelligent man. There is a look in his eyes as though he sorrowed over something.
He took a dozen running steps forward, so that in his haste the candle flickered out. "That you, Miss Margaret?" the mine-owner called. Neither she nor Struve answered. The latter had stopped and was waiting tensely his enemy's approach. When he was within a few yards of the other Dunke raised his candle and peered into the blackness ahead of him. "What's the matter? Isn't it you, Miss Peggy?"
As a consequence, every woman along that side of Laramie knew before Mesdames Gordon and Wells that Roswell Holmes, of Chicago, the "wealthy mine-owner and cattle-grower," had just arrived in his own conveyance from Cheyenne, and had been invited to put up at the doctor's quarters during his stay at the fort. "Think of it!" exclaimed Mrs.
In the eyes lifted to those of the mine-owner was an unconquerable defiance. "He's mine mine, you murderer," she panted fiercely. "If you kill him, you must kill me first." The man she had once promised to marry was looking at a different woman from the girl he had known. The soft, shy youth of her was gone.
Better bring the horses across this side of that fringe of aspens." The dismounted horseman followed directions and brought the floundering horses through, and after leaving them in the cleared place where Ridgway had cut his firewood he strolled leisurely forward to meet the mine-owner.
But in the darkness he overslept and let the town waken before him. He was roused by the sound of knocking on his door. "Who is it?" he asked. "It's me Jones Gopher Jones. Say, Mac, the bank ain't open and we can't rouse Milton. Thought I'd come to you, seeing as you're president of the shebang." The mine-owner got up and began to dress. "Probably overslept, same as I did." "That's the point.
"According to the mine owners " "Ah," said Mrs. Wilkins. "They don't seem to be exactly what you'd call popular, them mine owners, do they? Daresay they're not as bad as they're painted." "Some people, Mrs. Wilkins," I said, "paint them very black. There are those who hold that the South African mine-owner is not a man at all, but a kind of pantomime demon.
It was what might be termed a mixed assemblage, including several women of wealth and fashion who had been motoring on the Continent and had had their cars taken from them, two prim schoolteachers from Brooklyn, a mine-owner from West Virginia, a Pennsylvania Quaker, and a quartet of professional tango-dancers artists, they called themselves who had been doing a "turn" at a Brussels music-hall when the war suddenly ended their engagement.
Again the mine-owner said "Why don't you?" and the other voice took up the question argumentatively. "First, because it is unnecessary, as I have explained. Lidgerwood is officially dead, right now. When the grievance committees tell him what has been decided upon, he will put on his hat and go back to wherever it was that he came from."
If we hamper him and worry him the danger is that he will get angry with us possibly he will order his fiery chariot and return to where he came from." "Well, 'e can't take the gold with him, wherever 'e goes to?" argued Mrs. Wilkins. "You talk, Mrs. Wilkins," I said, "as if the gold were of more value to the world than is the mine-owner." "Well, isn't it?" demanded Mrs. Wilkins.
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