Joe the Hotel Boy. Chapter 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16
CHAPTER X.
DAVID BALL FROM MONTANA.
FINDING that Joe could be depended upon, Mr. Mallison put him in charge of all of the boats at the hotel, so that our hero had almost as much work ashore as on the lake.
During the week following, the events just narrated, many visitors left the hotel and others came in. Among those to go were Felix Gussing and the two young ladies. The dude bid our hero a cordial good-bye, for he now knew Joe quite well.
“Good-bye, Mr. Gussing,” said Joe. “I hope we meet again.”
“Perhaps we shall, although I generally go to a different place each summer.”
“Well, I don’t expect to stay in Riverside all my life.”
“I see. If you make a move, I hope you do well,” returned Felix.
On the day after the dude left, a man came to the hotel who, somehow, looked familiar to our hero. He came dressed in a light overcoat and a slouch hat, and carried a valise and a suit case.
“I’ve seen him before, but where?” Joe asked himself not once but several times.
The man registered as David Ball, and put down his address as Butte, Montana. He said he was a mining expert, but added that he was sick and the doctors had ordered him to come East for a rest.
“I’ve heard of Riverside being a nice place,” said he, “so I came on right after striking Pittsburg.”
“We shall do all we can to make your stay a pleasant one,” said the hotel proprietor, politely.
“All I want is a nice sunny room, where I can get fresh air and take it easy,” said the man.
He was willing to pay a good price, and so obtained one of the best rooms in the house, one overlooking the river and the lake. He ate one meal in the dining room, but after that he had his meals sent to his apartment.
“Is he sick?” asked Joe, after watching the man one day.
“He certainly doesn’t seem to be well,” answered Andrew Mallison.
“It runs in my mind that I have seen him before, but I can’t place him,” went on our hero.
“You must be mistaken, Joe. I questioned him and he says this is his first trip to the East, although he has frequently visited St. Louis and Chicago.”
On the following day the man called for a physician and Doctor Gardner was sent for.
“I’ve got pains here,” said the man from the West, and pointed to his chest. “Do you think I am getting consumption?”
The Riverside physician made a careful examination and then said the man had probably strained himself.
“Reckon I did,” was the ready answer. “I was in the mine and a big rock came down on me. I had to hold it up for ten minutes before anybody came to my aid I thought I was a dead one sure.”
“I will give you some medicine and a lini- ment,” said the doctor. “Perhaps you’ll feel better after a good rest.” And then he left.
That afternoon Joe had to go up into the hotel for something and passed the room of the new boarder. He saw the man standing by the window, gazing out on the water.
“I’m dead certain I’ve seen him before,” mused our hero. “It is queer I can’t think where.”
Doctor Gardner wanted to be taken across the lake and Joe himself did the job. As he was rowing he asked about the man who had signed the hotel register as David Ball from Montana.”
“Is he very sick, doctor?”
“No, I can’t say that he is,” was the physician’s answer. “He looks to be as healthy as you or I.”
“It’s queer he keeps to his room.”
“Perhaps something happened out at his mine to unsettle his nerves. He told me of some sort of an accident.”
“Is he a miner?”
“He is a mine owner, so Mr. Mallison told me, but he never heard of the man before.”
The stranger received several letters the next day and then a telegram. Shortly after that he took to his bed.