"
Her shadowing lashes suddenly uplifted, the color once again flooding
the clear cheeks.
"You are, indeed, becoming a man of mystery," she exclaimed, affecting
lightness of utterance. "The son of Colonel Winston acting as utility
for a troupe of strollers! I can hardly believe it true."
Winston laughed.
"It does seem a trifle out of proportion," he confessed, "and I can
hardly hope to make the situation entirely clear. Yet I am not quite
so unworthy my birthright as would appear upon the surface. I will
trust you with a portion of the story, at least, Miss Norvell. I am by
profession a mining engineer, and was sent out, perhaps a month ago, by
a syndicate of Denver capitalists to examine thoroughly into some
promising claims at Shell Rock. I made the examination, completed and
mailed my report, and finally, on the same day your company arrived
there, I discovered myself in Rockton with nothing to do and several
weeks of idleness on my hands. I had intended returning to Denver, but
a sudden temptation seized me to try the experiment of a week or two in
wandering theatrical life.
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