The Daughter of a Magnate (Chapter 10, page 1 of 9)

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Chapter 10

The directors' party had been inspecting the Camp Pilot mines. The
train was riding the crest of the pass when the sun set, and in the
east long stretches of snow-sheds were vanishing In the shadows of the

Glover, engaged with Mr. Brock, Judge Saltzer, and Bucks, had been
forward all day, among the directors. The compartments of the Brock
car were closed when he walked back through the train and the rear
platform was deserted. He seated himself in his favorite corner of the
umbrella porch, where he could cross his legs, lean far back, and with
an engineer's eye study the swiftly receding grace of the curves and
elevations of the track. They were covering a stretch of his own
construction, a pet, built when he still felt young; when he had come
from the East fiery with the spirit of twenty-five.

But since then he had seen seven years of blizzards, blockades, and
washouts; of hard work, hardships, and disappointments. This maiden
track that they were speeding over he was not ashamed of; the work was
good engineering yet. But now with new and great responsibilities on
his horizon, possibilities that once would have fired his imagination,
he felt that seven years in and out of the mountains had left him
battle-scarred and moody.

"My sister was saying last night as she saw you sitting where you are
now--that we should always associate this corner with you. Don't get
up." Gertrude Brock, dressed for dinner, stood in the doorway. "You
never tire of watching the track," she said, sinking into the chair he
offered as he rose. Her frank manner was unlooked for, but he knew
they were soon to part and felt that something of that was behind her
concession. He answered in his mood.

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