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er. A felt hat, narrow-brimmed and beautifully creased in the crown, sat gracefully upon his head. His light overcoat was baggy enough in the back to hold another man, as Mr. Heathcote was not large, and white spats were the final touch of an outfit that made the less sophisticated of the spectators gasp. "King" Plummer swore half audibly. "I wish my luggage to be carried up to the hotel," said Mr. Heathcote, importantly, to the station agent. "He calls it 'luggage,' and this in Colorado!" groaned Hobart. "Your what?" exclaimed the station agent, a large man in his shirt-sleeves, with a pen thrust behind his ear. "My luggage; my trunk," replied Mr. Heathcote. "Then you had better carry it yourself; I've nothing to do with it," said the agent, with Western brusqueness, as he turned away. Harley, always ready to seize an opportunity, and resolved to mitigate things, stepped forward. "I beg your pardon, but this is Mr. Heathcote, is it not?" he asked, courteously. The committeeman put a glass in his eye and regarded him quite coolly. Harley, despite his habitual self-control, shuddered. He did not mind the supercilious gaze, but he knew the effect of the monocle upon the crowd. "Yes, I am Mr. Heathcote," said the committeeman, "and you ah--I--don't believe--ah--" "I haven't been introduced," said Harley, with a smile, "but I can introduce myself; it's all right here in the West. I merely wanted to tell you that you had better get them at the hotel to send the porter down for your trunk. There are no carriages, but it's only a short walk to the hotel. It's the large white building on the hill in front of you." "Thank you--ah--Mr. Hardy." "Harley," corrected the correspondent, quietly. "I was about to say--ah--that the press can make itself useful at times." Harley flushed slightly. "Yes, even under the most adverse circumstances," he said. But Mr. Heathcote was already on the way to the hotel, his white spats gleaming in the sunshine. It was evident that he intended to keep the press in its proper place. "You made a mistake when you volunteered your help, Harley," said Hobart. "A man like that should be received with a club. But you just wait until the West gets through with him. Your revenge will be brought to you on a silver plate." "I'm not thinking of myself," replied Harley, gravely. "It's the effect of this on Jimmy Grayson's campaign that's bothering me. Colorado is doubtfu
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