“I’d like first rate to hear it.”
“After I got those shares of stock I felt that I had been swindled, and I was very anxious to get hold of the rascals. But as time went on and I could not locate them I resolved to look into the deal a little more minutely and see if there was any chance of getting my money, or a portion of it, back.”
“I should have done the same.”
“I wrote to a friend out West and he put me in communication with a mining expert who set to work to find out all about the mine. The expert sent me word, late in the fall, that the mine was, in his opinion, located on a vein of gold well worth working.”
“What did you do then?”
“I wanted to go West at once and look into the matter personally, but an aunt died and I had to settle up her estate and see to the care of her two children, and that held me back. Then winter came on, and I knew I’d have to let matters rest until spring.
“Are you going out there in the spring?”
“Yes,–as early as possible, too.”
“I hope you find the mine a valuable one, Mr. Vane.”
“I place great reliance on what the mining expert said, for he is known as a man who makes no mistakes.”
“Then, if the mine proves of value, you’ll have gotten a cheap piece of property after all.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“Won’t those swindlers be mad when they hear of this!”
“Most likely, my lad; but they have nobody to blame but themselves. I bought their shares in good faith, while they sold them in bad faith.”
“Is your title perfectly clear now?”
“Absolutely so.”
“Then I hope the mine proves to be worth millions.”
“Thank you, my boy.”
“I’d like to own a mine like that myself.”
“Would you? Well, perhaps you will some day.”
“It’s not likely. A hotel boy doesn’t earn enough to buy a mine,” and our hero laughed.
“If I find the mine worth working and open up for business, how would you like to go out there and work for me?”
“I’d like it very much, Mr. Vane.”
“Very well, I’ll bear that in mind,” answered the possessor of the mining shares.
“Why don’t you buy up the rest of the mining shares first?”
“I am going to do so–if I can locate them.”
“Perhaps the owners will sell cheap.”
“I shall explain the situation and make a fair offer. I do not believe in any underhand work,” was the ready answer.
“Then you are not like some men I have met,” said Joe, and told about Ulmer Montgomery and his so-called antiquities.
“That man will never amount to anything, Joe–mark my words. “He will always be a hanger-on as we call them, in the business world.”
“I believe you, sir.”
“Honesty pays in the long run. A rogue may make something at the start but sooner or later he will find himself exposed.”
Maurice Vane remained at the hotel for a week and then left to go to Chicago on business. From that point he was going to Montana as soon as the weather permitted.
After that several weeks slipped by without anything unusual happening. During those days Joe fell in again with Felix Gussing.
“We are going to move to Riverside,” said the dude, if such he may still be called, although he was a good business man. “I have rented a house there–the old Martin place–and if you ever come to the town you must visit us.”
“Thank you, I will,” answered our hero.
“My wife thinks a great deal of you and you must stop at the house during your stay at Riverside,” went on Felix Gussing.
A change came for Joe much quicker than was anticipated. One night, late in the winter, he was just preparing to retire, when he smelt smoke. He ran out of his room and to an air shaft and saw the smoke coming up thickly.
“The hotel must be on fire!” he thought. “If it is, I’ll have to notify the management!”
He jumped rather than ran down the several stairways to the hotel office. Here he told the proprietor and the cashier. An examination was made and the fire was located in the laundry.