The Daughter of a Magnate By Frank H. Spearman
CHARLES SCRIBNER & SONS
NEW YORK
1910
COPYRIGHT, 1903, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER & SONS
Published, October, 1905
"An American story through and through. It has the American
atmosphere, the American vitality, the American push. It deals with
that great American institution, the rail way, not only with technical
expertness, but in the form of a warm and pulsating human romance.
The hero and heroine are typical American characters, and their love
story has peculiar force and beauty."
-- Rochester Democrat and Chronicle.
CONTENTS
I. A JUNE WATER
II. AN ERROR AT HEADQUARTERS
III. INTO THE MOUNTAINS
IV. AS THE DESPATCHER SAW
V. AN EMERGENCY CALL
VI. THE CAT AND THE RAT
VII. TIME BEING MONEY
VIII. SPLITTING THE PAW
IX. A TRUCE
X. AND A SHOCK
XI. IN THE LALLA ROOKH
XII. A SLIP ON A SPECIAL
XIII. BACK TO THE MOUNTAINS
XIV. GLEN TARN
XV. NOVEMBER
XVI. NIGHT
XVII. STORM
XVIII. DAYBREAK
XIX. SUSPENSE
XX. DEEPENING WATERS
XXI. PILOT
XXII. THE SOUTH ARETE
XXIII. BUSINESS
The Daughter of a Magnate
CHAPTER I
A JUNE WATER
THE train, a special, made up of a private car and a diner, was running
on a slow order and crawled between the bluffs at a snail's pace.
Ahead, the sun was sinking into the foot hills and wherever the eye
could reach to the horizon barren wastes lay riotously green under the
golden blaze. The river, swollen everywhere out of its banks, spread in
a broad and placid flood of yellow over the bottoms, and a hundred
shallow lakes studded with willowed islands marked its wandering
course to the south and east. The clear, far air of the mountains, the
glory of the gold on the June hills and the illimitable stretch of waters
below, spellbound the group on the observation platform.
"It's a pity, too," declared Conductor O'Brien, who was acting as
mountain Baedeker, "that we're held back this way when we're
covering the prettiest stretch on the road for running. It is right along
here where you are riding that the speed records of the world have been
made. Fourteen and six-tenths miles were done in nine and a half
minutes just west of that curve about six months ago--of course it was
down hill."
Several of the party were listening. "Do you use speed recorders out
here?" asked Allen Harrison.
"How's that?"
"Do you use speed recorders?"
"Only on our slow trains," replied O'Brien. "To put speed recorders on
Paddy McGraw or Jimmie the Wind would be like timing a teal duck
with an eight-day clock. Sir?" he asked, turning to another questioner
while the laugh lingered on his side. "No; those are not really
mountains at all. Those are the foothills of the Sleepy Cat range west of
the Spider Water. We get into that range about two hundred miles from
here-- well, I say they are west of the Spider, but for ten days it's been
hard to say exactly where the Spider is. The Spider is making us all the
trouble with high water just now and we're coming out Into the valley
in about a minute," he added as the car gave an embarrassing lurch.
"The track is certainly soft, but if you'll stay right where you are, on
this side, ladies, you'll get the view of your lives when we leave the
bluffs. The valley is about nine miles broad and it's pretty much all
under water."
Beyond the curve they were taking lay a long tangent stretching like a
steel wand across a sea of yellow, and as their engine felt its way very
gingerly out upon it there rose from the slow-moving trucks of their car
the softened resonance that tells of a sounding-board of waters.
Soon they were drawn among wooded knolls between which hurried
little rivers tossed out of the Spider flood into dry waterways and
brawling with surprised stones and foaming noisily at stubborn root and
impassive culvert. Through the trees the travellers caught passing
glimpses of shaded eddies and a wilderness of placid pools. "And this,"
murmured Gertrude Brock to her sister Marie, "this is the Spider!"
O'Brien, talking to the men at her elbow, overheard. "Hardly, Miss
Brock; not yet. You haven't seen the river yet. This is only the
backwater."
They were rising the grade to the bridge approach, and when they
emerged a few moments later from the woods the conductor said,
"There!"
The panorama of the valley lay before them. High above their level and
a mile away, the long thread-like spans of Hailey's great bridge
stretched from pier to pier. To the right of the higher ground a fan of
sidetracks spread, with lines of flat cars and gondolas loaded with stone,
brush, piling
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