ARRIVALS IN LOS ANGELES
Mr. Dalken must have made important headway in his plans of engaging
Mrs. Courtney’s heart during the short vacation at Hot Springs,
because Polly and Eleanor noticed thereafter how they managed to
secure tête-à-têtes and exchange quiet though understanding glances
when they believed themselves unseen. It would have been difficult,
however, to escape the watchful eyes of Polly and Eleanor, because
this romance was exactly what they had hoped to perfect during the
past two years.
The trip from Hot Springs to Phœnix was not very long, but quite
long enough to give Mr. Dalken an opportunity to sit beside Mrs.
Courtney and engage her entire attention with what he had to say. It
seems he had need of papers and plans in this conversation, and
Polly gladly believed he was explaining about his interests, in
order to prove to Mrs. Courtney that she would not be making a
mistake by trusting her future to his wisdom and care.
The Salt River Valley, which covers an area as large as the combined
states of Connecticut, Delaware and Rhode Island, was one of great
loveliness. During the ride to Phœnix, Mr. Fuzzier explained various
sights to the girls.
“This great natural gorge of the Salt River has been utilized by the
United States to provide the largest irrigating system in the world.
When we motor from Phœnix, we will stop at Roosevelt Dam, where the
waters are reserved in a vast lake named after the famous American,
Roosevelt. The dam is 1,125 feet wide, and the curved wall at its
base is about 168 feet thick—just think of that! The height of this
tremendous dam is 284 feet, but there are wide spillways to carry
off flood-water. We will motor out there and show you this wonder of
modern engineering.” After that the girls looked with renewed
interest at the Salt River which flows by Phœnix.
There were many sights to see in Phœnix and the country round about.
The girls found shopping in the up-to-date stores a pleasure, and
their wardrobe was replenished without delay. They visited the
capitol, which was a handsome edifice; and the time they rode to
Camelback Mountain they spent a night at Ingleside Inn.
But the most enjoyable trip of all those about Phœnix, was the one
to Roosevelt Lake and the Dam. They motored there, as Mr. Fuzzier
had promised them, and the sight of the huge project so successfully
built and operated, caused even the foolish Mrs. Alexander and the
vapid Algy to stare in silence at man’s ingenuity and capabilities.
“When one sees what is possible to mere man, it enthuses one with
great ideas. No wonder you are so keen over Mr. Fuzzier’s plans to
develop the interior of Colombia, Mr. Dalken,” said Mrs. Courtney,
enthusiastically.
“Look at this tremendous work, which had to form first in the mind
of man, and then be constructed stone by stone, and by means of the
hands which had to obey the mandates of man’s brain. Without the
power to think correctly, where would this completed wonder be?”
remarked Mr. Dalken, seriously.
That man-made wonder impressed the girls and Jack more than the
natural wonders found in the great southwest, and all the way back
to Phœnix, they were discussing the power to think.
Another trip made while making Phœnix their headquarters, was the
outing to Hotel San Marcos. Here the entire party enjoyed the
recreations and social life which is possible through the
exclusiveness of the hotel and its cottages.
During the time which Mr. Dalken and his two associates had to
devote to interviews and business conferences with men of affairs in
Phœnix, the girls and Jack enjoyed tennis and golf at the Country
Club; cards of introduction for them had been presented by a bank
president, who was deeply interested in the South American plan of
development.
Finally Mr. Dalken announced that he had finished his business in
Arizona and was ready to go on to California.
“At last!” sighed Polly, for whom this entire trip meant a visit to
the Golden Gate State.
“To hear you, one might think you expected to meet your fate in
California,” laughed Jack, as the train started for Cadiz, where
they would continue on the Santa Fé lines to Los Angeles.
“Maybe she will—Tom Latimer will meet us there,” announced Mr.
Dalken.
“No! Really?” cried Eleanor, anxiously watching Mr. Dalken’s face to
learn if any one else might be expected to meet them in California.
“Yes, Tom writes he will be on hand shortly after we arrive. And I
also heard from a few other young engineers to whom I extended an
invitation to join Mr. Fuzzier’s party to South America. I have
received acceptances from several of these. I wonder if you girls
will care to meet Paul Stewart—Anne’s brother, you know? I haven’t
seen him since he visited my apartment that winter, and was the
cause of Jack’s jealous feud.”
Jack and Polly laughed at the remembrance, but Eleanor eagerly
exclaimed: “Well, what about him?”
“Why, he is going with Fuzzy, to show what is in him. I, personally,
believe he will turn out to be one of our most valuable young men
down there. Anyway, he will have the chance of his life.”
“Oh, goody! goody!” cried Eleanor, clapping her hands excitedly.
Her friends smiled in sympathy, because they surmised, though
Eleanor never confided to any one, that she was more than interested
in Paul’s success for his _own_ future.
“Yes, Nolla, and that happy-go-lucky brother of yours—Pete Maynard,
is joining this group of engineers, too. That ought to make Dodo
happy, since she always thought he needed something besides money to
bring out the mettle he has in him,” added Mr. Dalken.
This was a genuine surprise to the others, because no one knew that
Dodo was acquainted with Pete Maynard. Dodo flushed and stammered:
“I met Pete the time Ma stopped in Chicago to enjoy society there.
Pete and I found a lot in common to talk of—you girls, and the
college friends we all know, with whom he went through the
engineering class.”
“Was that all you two had in common?” laughed Eleanor.
“Oh, well, we are both democratic, you know, and Pete is not as
attached to mere money as you all think he is. Anyway, Ma didn’t
approve of him, until she heard he was a Maynard of _the_ Maynards of
Chicago—a password to society, I’ll have you know, Nolla.”
“Don’t I know it, only too well! My mother and your Ma should have
been bosom friends, Dodo, because they think alike about so many
things. But, tell me; why did Pete never write me about knowing you,
Doe?”
“How can I answer that question? You must ask him when you reach
California,” laughed Dodo.
“There are so many important things waiting for us to do in
California, I can hardly wait to get there,” declared Polly.
The scenery across country from Phœnix to Barstow, where the
railroad branched for the two important points in California—San
Francisco being one terminus and Los Angeles the other—was
wonderful, and there was not much inclination to talk of other
things. The ride over the Mojave Desert seemed to take the tourists
from the New World and drop them upon the Sahara, or the great
tractless deserts of the East.
Having turned to the southern terminus, the train flew past great
orange groves, where, in places, the girls could have plucked the
fruit by stretching forth a hand from the windows. The fine palm
trees also grew close to the railway tracks, and the magnificent
flowers and ferns almost screened the train at places.
“My! It is just what I pictured it,” sighed Polly, with fervor. And
her friends agreed silently with her opinion.
There is no time in which to describe all the joys of that arrival
in California. Between days spent in continual pleasure-seeking, and
going sight-seeing to one place and another, the weeks passed away.
During the most of the time spent in Los Angeles, Mr. Dalken and his
two associates were deeply immersed in their business projects. Only
in the evenings and on Sundays did they take time to enjoy the
society of the girls and the ladies.
But the plan for the development was succeeding far beyond Mr.
Dalken’s hopes, and the three men were greatly elated at the
promises the future held for them. Mrs. Courtney felt a
corresponding glad relief, but Polly and Eleanor thought this was
due to her interest in Mr. Dalken.
Quite unexpectedly Mr. Dalken announced to his friends, one night,
that it would be necessary to go to San Diego for a time—a week, or
more. This was welcome news, because all wished to go there for a
visit, yet no one had felt it right to suggest it, because the plan
might interfere with the business plans of the men.
“We find there are a number of realty men in San Diego who will be
greatly interested in our proposition. Seeing that the farther south
we go in California, the nearer the scene of our future development
we are, it stands to reason that investors in Southern California
are more readily convinced of our ultimate success. They will be
enabled to open up better and larger fields of commerce between
these ports and those of Colombia, and having a great and powerful
organization to back up the South American development, makes the
new project secure for investment. So San Diego will be our next
stopping place,” explained Mr. Dalken.
“And you really feel certain now, Mr. Dalken, that we have no
further cause to worry over the result of this tremendous
speculation?” asked Mrs. Courtney, with an expression of relief.
Polly and Eleanor exchanged glances, for they were sure that she was
glad poor, dear Dalky would be relieved of the strain of making
good, but they were speedily destined to be surprised.
“Quite contrary to failure, dear Mrs. Courtney. You have every
promise of clearing thirty per cent this very moment, on all the
money you invested with us. Should you care to sell out your own
stock to-night, you would clear up a hundred thousand dollars. Even
my scatter-brained valet, lounging over there, did a clever thing
when he disobeyed my advice and got Fuzzier to invest most of his
capital in this company. As for the Latimers and Brewsters, Mr.
Maynard, the Ashbys, Evans, Fabians, and all along the line of our
tried and trusting friends, I am thankful to be able to announce
that their faith is not misplaced. But it made it doubly hard upon
me, when I learned how every one of them insisted upon risking their
money upon Fuzzier’s and my ‘high-flier,’ because I felt that it
would never do to lose an opportunity to turn a trick. Had I failed,
I am sure I would have blown myself to bits—to avoid facing my
friends. Thanks to Mrs. Courtney’s extensive list of acquaintances
throughout the western resorts where we stopped, and Fuzzier’s list
of financial magnates, to say nothing of my friends, and Alexander’s
associates, in land and mine deals, we now have interested the most
important, as well as the most intelligent representatives along the
line from Chicago to California. By the time the boys arrive in Los
Angeles, we will be back from San Diego, and all will be staged for
one great send-off to the travelers bound for Colombia.”
Thus Polly and Eleanor heard with amazement the cause of the
confidential chats between Mrs. Courtney and their adored Dalky, and
it is doubtful whether they would not have preferred to see the
“great plan” go to smash if by that means they might have heard an
engagement announced between their pet friends.
The visit to San Diego fulfilled its promise—not alone to the
financiers, but to the sight-seers as well. Ten days given to
outdoor sports at San Diego and touring to every possible point of
interest in or about the city, proved to be quite enough for the
girls.
Upon reaching Los Angeles once more, where they were to await the
young engineers, the girls admitted that they were almost ready to
retire to a sanatorium to recuperate from such an extended tour.
“There’s only one more city for us to clean up, girls,” was Mr.
Dalken’s encouraging reply. “When we get to San Francisco you will
have two months to do the town, and I shall have ample time in which
to use the magnet of our company upon the rich investors to be found
there. Fuzzy and Alex. will be in the land of magnificent ideals
before then, and their reports will help sell our remaining stock.
What an unusual and wonderful thing it would be if we were to
announce a paid-up capitalization for all our shares of stock before
we began operations down in South America!”
“Perhaps your success is due to the implicit faith and respect your
friends place in you and Mr. Fuzzier and Mr. Alexander,” remarked
Mrs. Courtney, with an admiring glance at Mr. Dalken.
“We thank you, fair lady, for your opinion,” returned he.
At this moment a bell-boy paged Mr. Dalken, and he beckoned him to
approach. It proved to be a telegram from Denver. Having permission
to do so, he opened it at once, and then read aloud. “Pete, Paul and
self leaving here for Los Angeles on night express. Tom Latimer.”
“Hurrah!” cried several voices in chorus. Jack grinned, then he
remarked teasingly: “I bet Polly and Nolla and Dodo will break their
necks trying to get those newcomers to propose to them before they
sail for South America. Poor girls—this tour must have been awful
with no one to admire them or make love to while away the dreary
days we’ve had!”
THE END