"
"Well, Keeler, I think I can give you a start. And while we eat some
dinner I'll tell you a story that will surprise you."
These Californians were certainly two of a kind; but then, two of a
kind, though both be kings, is not a strong hand.
CHAPTER VII
An Old Sweetheart
When his guest had been abundantly supplied with the best the larder
afforded, not forgetting condensed milk for the coffee, Palmer began his
story.
"Since you were here last, Keeler," he began, "I've been to San
Francisco. Nothing remarkable about that, of course. Any man might have
business at the Hibernia Bank. Then again, it's worth the trip from
Moore's Flat just to stand on the seashore an hour."
"Yes," said Keeler with enthusiasm, "there's a noble sight."
"But," continued Palmer, "I'm too old a man for pleasure trips. And for
that matter, I'm about through with business, too. I went to San
Francisco for a special reason."
Keeler looked up from his coffee inquiringly.
"I went to see an old sweetheart."
Here Keeler smiled. It seemed odd to think of old man Palmer going upon
such a mission.
"I suppose I ought to say that the woman snubbed me when I was young,
and later cared more for my money than she did for me.
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