Miss Slocum, apparently, was
somewhat piqued because she was not introduced.
"I was hoping you would accompany us to Nevada City," Cummins said,
addressing the lady, who regarded him with affection, as Mamie thought.
"You must remember, Will," said the banker, "that Mary hasn't been up to
Moore's Flat yet to see her old flames."
"Too late!" said Cummins. "The Keystone Club gave a dinner last night,
to wish me a pleasant journey. Eighteen of the twenty-one were present.
But by this time they have scattered to the four winds."
"Never fear," cried the lady; "I shall find some of our boys at Moore's
Flat. You are the only one travelling in this direction; and the four
winds combined could not blow them over the canon of the Middle Yuba."
"I remember you think that canon deep and terrible, Mary," Will replied;
"but it is not wide, you know. Remember our walk to Chipp's Flat, the
last time you were here? Nothing left there but the old cannon. As the
boys say, everything else has been fired."
"All aboard!" shouted Mat, who felt that he was wasting time in Lake
City. And so Mary Francis, sister of Henry Francis, bade adieu to Will
Cummins, little knowing that they would never meet again, either in
California or "back home" in Pennsylvania.
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