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words and cannot make long speeches ows turning lover! I thought I should have about love and all that kind of thing; burst when you gave it to him so straight but if you would accept me as your hus just now. Never fear, Miss Caskey, band---"

things will come all right for you yet. “Stop! Mr. Meadows,” said the young But fancy old Meadows a lover!" and woman, springing to her feet, her face he fell to chuckling again. flaming and her eyes flashing. “Is this And the last thing Miss Caskey saw the other way at which you hinted?” as she turned into Second Street was

“Yes,” said Meadows, still letting the the figure of the boy Oscar standing at smile run over his face.

the door, one thumb pointing backA look of loathing swept across the wards over his shoulder to the room begirl's face, as she moved towards the hind him, and one hand pressed across door. Good day, Mr. Meadows,” she his face to keep in the laughter and mersaid.

riment that threatened to overpower “One moment, Miss Caskey,” he said, him. still smiling, but with a queer look in his The large tract of land called “the Walcruel gray eyes; "we had better under nut Farm,” owned by Emily Caskey, stand each other. If you refuse this of was situated a short way out of the fer of mine, and in this kind of way, I town, and was about three hundred acres presume you will be ready to meet the in extent.

A pleasant, commodious payment, interest and principal, on the house, large gardens and flowers of many mortgages that will fall due?

You can

choice varieties, a paddock at the side, scarcely expect me to be very lenient and fields extending back to

a large after this. You had better think it creek running through the property to over again.”.

the great Kanawha River, the property “Mr. Meadows," said the girl, “'if you had been in the family for more than a were the only man on the face of the century, and every inch of it was dear earth I would not marry you!

beyond price to Emily and her mother. are not, I am happy to say."

The Hon. William Caskey, Emily's “Thank you,” said the money-lender; father, was one of those easy-going Vir"we understand one another now, I ginia gentlemen who seem to take life as think.” And he touched a little ivory if it were almost a farce instead of a seriknob at the side of his desk.

ous thing, and passed most of his time A shock-headed lad appeared with dreaming of things to be accomplished such alacrity as to give the girl the idea some time in the future, instead of makthat he must have been listening at the ing the most of the present, and thereby keyhole.

letting a fine business left him by his Oscar," said Mr. Meadows, “show father gradually slide away from him for this lady out; and, Oscar," he continued, want of attention, and which was taken "should Miss Caskey call again, remem advantage of by Joel Meadows, and in ber: I am engaged.”

an evil hour was persuaded to listen to The outer office was empty, the clerk the voice of the tempter in the shape of having gone to his dinner, and as soon Mr. Joel Meadows, money-lender, and as the door was closed behind them, to allow him as a special favor to advance Miss Caskey's intense astonishment, the him money from time to time, until the lad said in a whisper, “I know you, Miss

ad reached three thousand dolCaskey; you saved my mother's life last lars, covered and secured by mortgages winter, when we were so very bad off, by at six per cent interest.

It had always sending her the doctor and that great been understood the principal would not basket of provisions, and all them nice, be called for so long as the interest was warm clothes for us children, when promptly paid. Then he awoke when mother was so sick and we had no money. too late to see his folly and attempted I like to know how things go on, and so to retrieve his shattered fortune, and I listened and heard all this morning. My after a year or two of fruitless struggle, eye!" he said, chuckling, "fancy old Mead he sank under the physical and mental

But you



pressure and was found dead in his office Brt. He had graduated from Barry Colchair, leaving his wife and only child to lege, near Dublin, and came to America face the world alone.

with an uncle to carve out a career for After the first shock was over; Emily himself. He had learned civil and milirose bravely to face her difficulty. She tary engineering, and decided to adopt had received a thoroughly practical edu- railroading as a profession. His keen cation at Vassar College. She mind foresaw that with the rapid develhighly accomplished in music and spoke opment of railroads, through the coal and French, German and Italian fuently. oil regions of Kentucky and West VirShe soon succeeded in finding enough ginia, there would come opportunities pupils for music, painting and French, for all his talents. He first served with to fully occupy all her time that she the surveyors of the main line of Chesacould spare from personal attendance on peake and Ohio and Norfolk and Western her invalid mother, thereby keeping railways. He was made conductor of them in comfortable if not luxurious cir- the working train, and on the opening cumstances, and pay the interest on the of regular traffic, was given the first pasmortgages on the property as it became senger run, and is now considered the due, never dreaming that Joel Meadows most popular conductor on the system, would take advantage and press for the and is sure to be called to a much more money. So it was with feelings of con- responsible position in the near future. sternation and hot anger, that, with Tim took one look at the troubled face flushed and beating heart, she passed of Emily, and then drew her hand to his along the avenue and out into the coun

strong arm and said, “Emily, dear, tell try road beyond, scarcely lifting her eyes me what is troubling you." as she walked slowly towards home to

The girl gave him one glance from her break to her mother the unpleasant news.

lovely eyes, and then in a low voice relaSo engrossed was Emily with her own

ted her experience of the morning. thoughts that she had not observed that a young man had been walking a few

Do you mean to tell me, Emily," yards in the rear for some time, with a

said her lover, when she paused, “that half-amused, half-puzzled expression on

old Meadows had the impertinence to his handsome face.

talk to you like that? I'll go around to As, however, she left the avenue and

his office directly I go back and give him turned into the suburban road, he step

the best shaking up he has had for many ped forward and touched her lightly

a day.” on the shoulder, saying in a laughing “No, no," said the girl, clasping her tone, “Why, whatever is the matter,

two little white hands over his arm, "you Emily? I have been walking close beside must not do that, Tim, dear; he has us you for 10 minutes and you have never in his power and it will only make the seen me."

matter worse." Emily looked up with a surprised "I don't know," said Tim, looking at start, and a crimson flush flooded her the beseeching face at his side; it would beautiful face. “Oh, Tim!” she said; do him a world of good, but if you say I "I did not see you before or anything, must not, I suppose I must obey." The but I am so glad you are here."

girl gave him another swift, loving glance Timothy Chalmers Hogan was as fine and they walked on for a few minutes in a specimen of a manly man as you would silence. Then the girl said, “I do not meet in a day's walk, and had good know how to tell poor mother this, Tim; Irish blood in his veins. His father, it will break her heart to leave the old Colonel Tim Hogan, of the Fusilliers, place.” “She shall not leave it if I can was known as a brave and distinguished help it,” said Tim, knitting his brows; officer, who had served in India and lost “I would pawn myself and all my belonga leg at Kurdistan, and was retired on ings if they would fetch anything, rather a full pension. His mother was the than she should leave; but all my wordly daughter of "Sir" Wilford Chalmers, possessions with the few hundreds I have

in the bank would not be sufficient to he had finished he folded up

the satisfy old Meadows."

paper and put it carefully into his pocket"I don't see any way at all," said book. “Oscar," he said, slapping the Emily with tears in her eyes.

boy in a friendly way on the back, “don't “Emily,” said the young man,

bend- say a word about this to anyone, and it ing low toward her, “when things are at will be the best day's work you ever did, the worst, and we are at our wits' end, I think.” The lad nodded, pocketed a Providence often interposes. My good silver dollar Tim had slyly slipped in his old mother used to say to me, ‘Tim, my hand, and turning round moved off back boy, remember when things go wrong, to the office at full speed. put your trust in God and the blessed Come, Emily, let me take

you home,” saints and you'll come out all right.' said Tim; “but don't say anything about Let us trust in God, Emily.” The girl this to your mother yet.” opened her lips to answer, when a shout “But what is it, Tim?" said Emily in behind them arrested their attention, a wondering tone. and on looking around they espied a tall “Wait, dear," said her lover; "wait lad running full speed towards them, his and hope and trust." I am going to heavy shoes kicking up a cloud of dust get a lay-off for a few days to look into in the road.

this matter. I believe I see a way out “Why, it's Oscar Bruce," said Emily; of all this trouble. You remain quiet “I never saw him running before. Some- for a day or two, till I come to see you thing must be the matter I should think. again.” I wonder what it can be?

By this time they had reached the gate The lad paused suddenly when he of her home. Tim kissed her fondly and reached the pair, out of breath with his then hurried away, leaving Emily in exertions, and it was a minute or two be- a state of excitement and wonder beyond fore he could speak.

expression. “Miss Caskey,” he panted out at last, Tim Chalmers Hogan,. conductor, "directly you went out of our office, that stood in his private room, reading again sneaking lawyer, Skinner, came in, and the scrap of paper that the boy Oscar had I heard them talking about your place given to Miss Emily Caskey. He seemed and the money old Meadows had lent to find much to interest him in Oscar's

I've been learning shorthand at shorthand notes, for he read and re-read the night school since you helped mother them again, and then suddenly, as if and me so I could go, and I just listened impressed by a thought, he put on his and took down what they said, and I hat again and passed out to the business thought if they are up to any game to quarter of the city, and soon knocked injure Miss Emily, the notes might be of at the door of one of the principal lawuse to you." Old Meadows gave me a yers of Parkersburg who was a personal week's notice for being cheeky, and I friend of his. shall get even with him yet; and as for “Well, Tim,” said Mr. T. J. Carmack, that old sneak, Lawyer Skinner, I hate the great railroad cousellor of several him like pizen."

roads, as the clerk ushered him in, “I can't read shorthand, Oscar," said “what is wrong?” Emily; “besides I don't think it's quite A good deal," said Tim Hogan, as he right."

shook hands with his friend; and with“Let me look at this paper," said her out any more delay he related the story lover, taking the dirty piece of paper of Mr. Meadows and Miss Emily Caskey from her hand and running his eye over and the money-lenders' threat to foreit. He was amused at first with the close on the mortgages. The lawyer queer characters that Oscar called short- listened attentively until Tim had finhand, and it puzzled him to read them; ished. “Mr. Meadows is a deep one,” but as he went on, the dawn of a some- said he, when he had heard the whole thing, Emily could scarcely understand, story. “You'll have to get up before began to appear upon Tim's face. When daybreak to be before him in most

upon it.


and pick from the tool house and climbed over the fence that separated the garden from the fields beyond.

At the further side of the fields ran a large creek along the foothills, its banks skirted here and there with willow trees and covered with moss and grass and early flowers.

Arriving at a point that looked to his practiced eye like a favorable spot to begin his labors, he took off his coat and began his work, and before long succeeded in opening a fair-sized hole. Then he paused and struck a wax vesta and examined the earth, he had excavated. But it did not seem to answer his expectations; so he went a few yards further down and tried again. Unused as he was to laborious work of this kind, he soon became hot and tired; but he persisted in his self-imposed task. But for a long time no success seemed to attend his efforts, and his arms grew weary and his heart sank within him, as the hope that buoyed him up began to fade into something like despair.

The moon began to wane, and he was on the point of giving up, when his pick struck against a hard, black mass only partly visible in the faint moonlight. He dropped his pick, took up the spade, and threw back the dark clay soil, uncovering about two feet square of this hard substance, and then rested a few moments, all of a tremble with eager expectation and hope. He threw down his spade, and, with feverish haste, struck another of his matches, hollowing his hand to keep it alight; then he stooped and picking up what appeared at first to be a dark stone which he had seen fall, looked at it for some seconds; then he applied the flame of the wax taper to a thin portion of this substance, and saw it blaze and burn like a candle. Then he knew for a certainty what he had found. Then he dropped the burnt-out taper and match, and baring his head, lifted his eyes upwards to the silent heavens, and said in a low reverent voice: Cannel Coal. Thank God.” And after carefully filling in the holes he had made in the bank, he wrapped up the pieces he had selected and went home, with quick and buoyant step.

things; but I confess I can't see the reason of his wishing to get this property into his sole possession at this particular time. The interest he is obtaining on the money is quite as much as can be made in any other way, and as to his wanting ready money, that is a myth. I happen to know that he has now lying at the bank quite $20,000. Of course, his offering to marry Miss Caskey is all in the same line. You see, he would hardly have the property then, so there must be something at the back of it all. Can not you get somebody to lend you the money?"

Tim Hogan shook his head. I'm afraid not,” he said; "but will you look at this." And Tim produced the paper of Oscar's shorthand from his pocket. Lawyer McCormick took it gingerly with the tips of his fingers.

“Not an altogether clean correspondent," he said, as he read the first few lines, “between Meadows and that Lawyer Skinner, who was struck off the rolls as a practicing attorney a few years ago; and it is written in a villainous shorthand.”

But the lawyer seemed to find it very absorbing as he read on, in spite of its characters, for when he laid it down he said:

"This is interesting, Tim; I think I can see the motive now; it's a deep thing, though. But do you think this is true?”

“The boy Oscar took it down as he heard it, I know," said Tim.

“The best thing you can do,” said the lawyer, “is to go over there and see for yourself; but don't let anyone know, if you wish to get the better of Meadows, I would do it at once if possible.”

"Thanks," said Tim, rising; “I'll go tonight. There will be plenty of light by the moon for my purpose.

The moon was partly hidden behind a bank of clouds when Tim Hogan turned in at the gate of the “Walnut Farm," and skirting the shrubbery which led to the garden, he took his way along a path that led to the paddock of meadowland that lay back of the mansion.

Making as little noise as possible, and feeling more like a burglar or chickenthief than anything else, he took a spade



It was the evening of the following day, and Emily Caskey, tired and nervous with the day's teaching, was trying to steady her thoughts with a book. Her pupils had seemed to be more than usually troublesome that day, and the thought of her sorro and possible loss of her dear home, seemed at times almost to overwhelm her. What it would mean to her mother, who scarcely ever left her room, was more than Emily dared to contemplate. So she sat in the twilight, thinking until she could bear it no longer, and let her trouble have vent in a flow of tears and sobbed as if her heart would burst; so that she did not hear a light knock and then a quiet turning of the door knob. But being roused by a slight noise, she looked suddenly up to find her handsome lover standing before her, his face beaming with smiles and his eyes fairly dancing with joy.

“Why, Tim," she said, with a little catch in her breath, “I did not hear you come in."

“What is the matter, dear?” he said, taking both her hands in his own.

"Nothing," she said, turning away her crimson face, “at least nothing that can be helped.'

Tim's answer was to draw her ffushed, wet face to his own and kiss it fondly.

“Don't, Tim," she said, diseng ging herself from his arms; “my heart is nearly breaking when I think of mother and the trouble before us."

Her lover did not answer, but from the large pocket of his overcoat took out something heavy, carefully wrapped in paper. “Open that, Emily," he said.

The girl did as she was requested, with some wonder, thinking perhaps it was some small present, and laid its contents under the light of the lamp. She looked at her companion, and again the tears welled up into her lovely eyes. “I don't think it is time for jokes, Tim," she said, “if it is a joke you intend by this.”

"I never was farther from one, dearest," said this handsome conductor, seriously. “Will you tell me what that is before you?”

“It is a foolish question," said the girl, half in anger; "it is a piece of common coal, of course."

“Sit down, Emily," said Tim, as he led her to a chair, taking his seat beside her. Let me explain That piece of coal, dear, I dug in a burglarious manner from the bank beside the creek running through your meadowland last night, and it means that under your property there runs a deep vein of hundreds and thousands of tons of the same. I took it to an expert in these matters this morning and he pronounced it to be cannel coal of a most excellent quality; and said this class of coal is scarcely ever found in less quantities than fourteen feet thick veins. It will mean a very large fortune for you Emily, and you need have no further fears about the mortgages. Directly this is known, there will be a dozen men glad to lend you any amount of money you want on your land. In fact, my friend, Lawyer Carmack, counsellor and attorney for the new line of the Coal River Railroad, to be built from St. Albans on the Great Kanawha River to connect with a branch of Chesapeake and Ohio, and the Norfolk and Western R. R.'s, informed me that the survey crosses your land, follows the creek to the junction. This good friend of mine showed me a map of the railroad, and owing to the natural advantages of situation, living water, and fine quality of building stone in the hills, and now this discovery of an inexhaustible bed of the best coal in the state, the railroad company would be willing to advance you $50,000 for their right of way and land for a depot, machine shops and sidings, and run a siding to your coal mine. I have made a promise to my friend to use my influence with you that you give his company the preference in the purchase of all the land you are willing to dispose of.”

The girl sat for a moment or two, scarcely able to realize the new aspect of things.

“But what gave you an idea that there was coal here, Tim?" she asked.

“Why, that scrawl of young Oscar Bruce's which he gave you yesterday,” said Conductor Tim Hogan. “How in the world old money-lender Meadows and that sneak of a pettifogger Skinner got hold of the idea, I can't imagine, but

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