Argosy, Vol. 1 (1882) — page 361: what you’re looking at

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352 man, and that the latter had known him at the same instant and fainted, was the correct one. And the wreck that fol- lowed was the result of Orloff being unnerved by the unexpécted meeting, | and a conflict of emotions as to what further actions he should take in the matter. After the wreck, when he was hurt in the head, the conductor’s mem- ory was dim and confused, and he could not say how he had existed during the following six or seven years. Mr. Orloff recovered rapidly from his loathsome disease, and Dash did not contract it. The relation between the two was announced, and the railroad men listened in astonishment to the wonderful story. Dash at once as- sumed his rightful name of Orloff. The father. immediately took a posi- tion with the new railroad, and contin- ued with it for some time. Investiga- THE ARGOGY. tion of the land, so strangely returned to the father, revealed a gold deposit of unusual richness. A muning plant on a small scale was put on tt, and it became known as the Orloff Mine. When the Continental and Great Di- vide Railroad was completed, Dash Or- loff was made a division superintend- ent, and two years. later he was super- intendent of the entire road. But the Orloff mine increased so greatly in value that he finally resigned, and he and his father devoted their entire at- tention to mining, and the investment of their fast increasing wealth. Dash was married to Dorothy in due course, and he is one of the most loving and devoted of husbands. He counts as the most lucky and valuable experi- ences of his life those he had during a railroad career of nearly four years, in connection with TRAIN AND STATION. THE END. SHE MIGHT BE. SHE might be queen or princess With that regal poise of head, Or she might be just the mistress Of three millions cold instead, Or she might be—but she.isn’t ; Expectations I must crush When I say she’s just my model . And she’s posing for my brush. R. D. McKay. THE NOBLER PART. Wuar is nobler? Tis the finer Portion of our Mind and Heart; Linked to something still diviner Than mere language can impart; Ever prompting—ever seeing Some improvement yet to plan; To uplift our fellow being, And, like man, to feel for Man! C. Swazn. GOH GOOO Ee