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But it was because of the operator's personal kindness that Janice submitted to the "interview." Nelson Haley entered into the spirit of the affair and wrote down Janice's personal history to date, just as briefly and clearly as the girl gave it under the operator's questioning. Young Haley added a few notes of his own, which he explained in the operator's ear before the latter tapped out his message to New York.
It was only when Janice saw the paper a few days later that she realized what, between them, the school-teacher and the telegraph operator had done. There, spread broadcast by the types, was the story of how Janice had come to Poketown alone, a brief picture of her loneliness without her father, something of the free reading-room Janice had been the means of establis.h.i.+ng, and a description of the flight down the lake on the _Fly-by-Night_ on Christmas morning, that she might gain further particulars of her father's fate.
It was the sort of human-interest story that newspaper readers enjoy; but Janice was almost ashamed to appear in public for several days thereafter!
However, this is ahead of our story.
The wait for further messages from the border was not so tedious, because of these incidents. By and by an answer came from the American consular agent at Cida, relayed from Juarez by Mr. Buchanan. The agent stated his doubt of the entire truth of John Makepiece's story. The man was notoriously a reckless character. It was believed that he himself had served with the Const.i.tutionalist army in Mexico some months. Since appearing in Cida and telling his story to the a.s.sociated Press man, he had become intoxicated and was still in that state, so could not be interviewed for further particulars.
A posse had started for Granadas the day before, to see what was the condition of affairs around the mining property of which Mr. Day had had charge. It was a fact that the guerrilla, Raphele, had overrun that district and had controlled it for some months; but his command was now scattered, and the more peacefully-inclined inhabitants of Granadas were stealing back to their homes.
"Have requested consular agent at Cida to wire you direct to Popham Landing, report of returning posse now overdue," was how Mr. Buchanan concluded the message.
"And that report may be along any time, now," declared the operator, encouragingly. "You people haven't got to start back up the lake yet awhile?"
"We'll stay as long as Miss Day wants to," said Nelson Haley, quickly.
"Sure we'll stay," cried Marty. "Miss Maltby told me to come back by and by, and finish that mince pie I couldn't manage at dinner time.
There ain't no hurry to get back to Poketown, is there?"
Janice and Nelson were much amused by this frank statement of the boy; but the girl was only too glad to have the others bear out her own desire to remain within reach of the telegraph wires for a while longer. Mr. Buchanan's messages had eased her heart greatly.
Janice cried a little by herself--the first tears she had shed since the night before. But even Marty respected them and did not make fun of his cousin.
"Everybody is so good to me!" she cried again, when she had wiped her eyes and could smile at Marty and Nelson Haley. "And I believe it's all coming out right. This long day is going to be a _real_ Christmas Day, after all!"
CHAPTER XX
THE TROUBLE WITH NELSON HALEY
From that time on Janice refused longer to be in what she called "the dumps." It was not her way to mope about; usually she cheered other people and did not herself stand in need of cheering.
She made the operator go home to his family to spend Christmas afternoon. When his call came Marty was to run over after him. This kept the trio of friends from Poketown close to the railroad station all the afternoon; but the interval was spent quite pleasantly.
Mrs. Maltby and her daughter came over, through the snow, to visit a while with Janice--and to bring Marty the pie!--and several other villagers dropped in. News of Janice's reason for being at Popham Landing had been spread abroad, and the people who came were more than curious--they were sympathetic.
The pastor of one of the churches, who was well acquainted with Mr.
Middler, left his own family for half an hour and came to the station to ask if he could do anything of practical use for Janice. Had it been wise the trio from Poketown could have accepted half a dozen invitations for supper and evening entertainment.
"People are _so_ good!" Janice cried again to Haley and Marty. "I never realized that mere strangers could be so very, very nice to one."
"Huh!" grunted Marty. "Ain't you always nice to folks--an' doing something for 'em? How do you like it yourself?" which remark made Janice and Nelson Haley laugh very heartily.
So, after all, it _was_ a real Christmas, as Janice said. It was an odd one, perhaps, but there were some very enjoyable things about it.
For instance, Janice and the young school-teacher got far better acquainted than they had ever been before--and Janice had always liked Nelson Haley.
In this present situation, Nelson stood out well. He was generous, sympathetic, and helpful. The fact that he was inclined to pursue the way of least resistance, and considered it right to "let well enough alone," did not impress one so deeply at the present moment.
Janice learned that the young man had neither father nor mother, and that his nearest relative was an old aunt who had supplied the money for his college tuition--at least, such money as he had not been able to earn himself. Nelson Haley, however, desired to be self-supporting, and he felt that he had accepted all the a.s.sistance he should from the old aunt, whose patrimony was not large.
"Old Aunty Peckham is just as good as she can be," he confided to Janice; "but I realize now--have realized for some years, in fact--that if she had not had me to worry about, she could have enjoyed many more good things in life than she has. So I told her I'd come to the end of accepting money from her whenever my own purse got low.
"I'll teach school in Poketown a couple of years and save enough to take up law; or perhaps I'll get a chance in some small college. Only, to teach in a real college means _work_," and he laughed.
"But--but don't you like to work?" queried Janice, doubtfully.
"Now, Janice! who really _likes_ work?" demanded the young man, lightly. "If we can get through the world without much effort, why not take it easily?"
"That is not _my_ idea of what we are put in the world for--just to drift along with the current."
"Oh, dear, me! what a very strenuous person you are," said the young man, still teasingly. "And--I am afraid--you'd be a most uncomfortable person to have around all the time. Though that doesn't sound gallant, I admit."
Janice laughed. "I tell you what it is," she observed, not at all shaken by the young man's remark, "I shouldn't want to feel that there wasn't something in life to get by going after it."
"'By going after it?'" repeated the young man, in some puzzlement.
"Yes. You say I'd be an uncomfortable comrade. And I expect you're right. Especially for a downright _lazy_ person."
"Oh, oh!" he cried. "That was a hard hit."
"You're not really lazy, you know," she pursued, coolly. "You only haven't been 'woke up' yet."
"I believe that's worse than your former statement," he cried, rather ruefully now. "I suppose I _do_ drift with the current."
"Well!"
"What kind of a fellow do you expect to marry, Janice?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Why, I'll tell you," said the girl, practically and without a shadow of false modesty. "I expect a man to prove himself good for something in the world before he even _asks_ me to marry him."
"Goodness me! he must be a millionaire, or president, or something like that?" chuckled Nelson.
"Nothing at all so great," she returned, with some heat. "I don't care if he's right down _poor_, if only he has been successful in accomplis.h.i.+ng some really hard thing--something that shows the metal he's made of. No namby-pamby young man for me. No, sir! They can keep away," and Janice ended her rather serious speech with a laugh and a toss of her head.
"I shall bear your strictures in mind, Miss Day," declared Haley, with mock gravity. "I see very plainly what you mean. The young St. George who wears your colors must have slain his dragon."
"At least," Janice returned, softly, "he must have shown his willingness to kill the horrid thing."
The short winter day was already drawing to a close when the telegraph sounder began to call the station. Marty ran out at once and brought back the operator. He was quickly in communication with one of the great New York papers and found that it was over the paper's private wire that first authentic news from the Granadas district had arrived in the East.
The posse from Cida had found everything peaceful about the mines. The guerrilla leader, Raphele, had decamped. There had been an execution on the day John Makepiece had fled from the place; but the victims were some unfortunate Indians. The bandit had not dared kill the remaining American prisoner.
Mr. Broxton Day had managed to get into a shaft of the mine and there had lain hidden until Raphele, and his gang, had departed. Now he had gathered some of his old employees, and armed them with rifles hidden all these months in the mine, and the property was once more under Mr.
Day's control and properly guarded.
Through the posse, Mr. Day made a statement to the newspapers, and to his friends and fellow-stockholders of the mine, in the States. To Janice, too, he sent a brief message of love and good cheer, stating that letters to her were already in the mail.