|Chapter Number||1. VI|
|Newspaper Title||Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 - 1954)|
|Trove Title||The Wealth of the West|
THE "WEALTH OF THE W£ST.»
BY LOUIS MONTCALM.
(TWBITTEK FOE THE "WESTEUS MAIL/]
"Colonel Page, sir, let me introduce . to you some of the most remarkable members of my troup. This, sir, is the borne of my performing fleas."
The Colonel was craning his neck to see what was going on, and said,
" Pardon me just now."
" These, sir, are not the common or
domestic variety of the species. These are pure bred, like the Arab steed on his
native ranche. I can trace their descent
for fourteen generations back. Can any
of us do the same P Five of them came out with Penn, sir, and ten grew to maturity m the home of the immortal OeorgeWasbington-though these facts, from interested motives, are wickedly kept back in the histories treating of that period. These, sir, residing here in the western wing of the. building,
have tbehlood of Penn in their veins
these the life fluid of George Washing- ton. Don't move, sh', if you please. They ave crammed to the muzzle with education and culture, and there is nothing that a_jnember of their species can do that these interesting little animals won't do. Now, sir, -on this little stage which you observe here in front, I can work up the Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers or a Fourth of July celebration. They will" fire guns-wave flags-bum bonfires-run an' election and elect a president-meet in Congress -what you like and how you like, and
all. at the word of-command. There is no ordinary thing that you eau say to this little community that they do not
" Take your infernal exhibition away, sir."
" One moment, Colonel. I open the door, and summon them forth. What ! you won't stay P"
The landlady, probably by pave acci- dent, had walked in Conyer's direction. The Colonel strode angrily after them.
. Just then Trooper Clancey appeared.'
He saluted the Warden.
' " You said you would want me, sir."
./'Margaret," said the Colonel, "come with rue instantly."
Clancey,". called the Warden, with an evil grin on his face, "arrest that
man." " , '
- " What-what is thisP" cried the
Colonel, bis attention attracted for the
moment. , j
" Do your -duty, constable," ordered ! the Warden.
The iron-bound self-possession of the soldier was not quite equal, for the instant, to the Situation. He looked
about him for inspiration, and his eye rested On Bates, who had just found his way to the place and was forcing his way through the crowd. To see Conyers one moment implied that one would see Bates the next, and the Colonel .suffered no further shock of surprise. Bates, however, did not see the Colonel, and making his way to the open space that had formed around Conyer's, he said
"Mr. Yeend, what does this mean?
Conyers arrested! What has he done, Clancey?"
"My troubles what he's done, Mr. Bates. You'd better, ask the Warden. It's his orders, and I'm going to carry
,"The charge against him, Mr. Bates, is one of assault, and I prefer it, and as . Warden of this field I shall myself
make out the commitment to town."
?" You will take bail, sir P"
«* I will not." r
^ "Pray," broke in Margaret, "let me>
a4d my earnest request--and rny father's as well. Mr. Yeend, you remember us. Papa, papa." '
"Where the devil am IP" said the
Colonel. " I-I beg your pardon. Mr. Conyer's has been known to me from his boyhood. I will willingly-that is to say, I do offer myself as his bondsman to any reasonable amount you like to
" You can count me in that, too," said Bates-at which the Warden put on an air of high contempt, and turning to Margaret, who had come close to him in her excitement, he said :
" Entirely for you L do this." Then aloud: " Well, sir, I will take upon my self to admit the' man to bail. Con- stable, I will see you at the court. Colonel, your pardon. This is a 6ur prise, and. things are decidedly mixed. You have met nie as the Warden, and . at an unpleasant moment at that. I
must, go to the court. See me as your old friend, Yeend, at my house in a .- couple of hours' time. Miss Page, I am J more «mbaiTa8sed than I can-say Jby all -that "has happened. Let me go away, l and may I ask that you will favour me ( too? ' You do not Know how pleased*
you will make nie." _