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Show A GOOD TRADE. 283 " Now, among the inspection committee was one who was a sort of leader in the Pueblo colony. He was a tall, good-looking man, active in business, and the possessor of plenty of this world's goods and chattels. He was a large share-holder in several town sites, toll-roads, ferries and mining companies, owned horses, cattle and wagons. He was about thirty-five years of age, had no wife, and as his name was not Jones nor Smith, we will call him Colonel Brown. "To say his interest was awakened in this new outfit is putting it mildly. " He was struck with an idea. He returned alone the next day and introduced himself to the pair, and soon ingratiated himself in- high favor with them. And he nursed his idea. * * * * * It was one Sunday, a day on which most of the camp changed shirts, sunned themselves, gos-sipped and made bargains. The new comer, whom we will call Mr. Pike, had gone up the river a few miles to the Rock canon for a day's fishing. He doted on catfish, and the Colonel had informed him that this particular species of the piscatorial tribe always bit best at the Rock canon on Sunday. " Mrs. P. had arrayed herself in her best store-clothes, relics of a forgotten honey-moon, the colors of which vied with the variegated tints of the mountain foliage in autumn. The scarlet ribbons in her dark hair rivaled in brilliancy the wreaths of ' chili-colorado' that festoon the walls of a Mexican plaza in the Indian summer time. " To her tent on the river bank Col. B. made his way, carrying his idea with him. As she greeted him with her most bewitching smiles, and told him of the sense of |
