Identifier: harpersnew0104various (find matches)
Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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nd to it!he said, cynically. It was dark when Elizabeth reachedEnid; but for miles she had been travel-ling a road crowded with stragglers fromthe run. Thousands had arrived beforeher. In the centre of the town was asmall frame building, the registry office,which did not open until nine the nextmorning, but men and women rolledthemselves in their blankets and slept inline, and it was three days later that thelast man filed his claim. Elizabeth lefther borrowed horse at a stable and fell inline, though there seemed little reason forit, for the man who had staked her claimwas undoubtedly far ahead of her. Shesat for a long time clasping her kneeswith her hands and staring at the oddscene. Then her tired body asserted itsright to consideration, and lying on theground under the stars, she slept dream-lessly. The stir of the crowd wakened her atdawn. She was stiff and lame, and herhead was aching furiously. A darkyfrom a lunch-stand on the edge of thecrowd passed along the line with coffee
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Half-tone i>late engraved by C. E. Hart THEN SHE FLUNG THE TRAY UPON THE GROUND 620 HARPERS MOW. and doughnuts, and she bought herbreakfast from him. She must go backto Chandler by the first train. That wasclear; and yet she waited, hoping, in avague way, that some miracle might beworked for her salvation. The darky had returned with morecoffee, and a group of men near Eliza-beth were chaffing him while he waitedfor their cups. The girl listened idly.Suddenly a sentence caught her atten-tion : Fs got tuh take dinnah foh de folksin de registah office at twelb oclock.Says deys got tuh eat, no mattah howlong de folks waits. Elizabeth raised her head sharply.The color rushed into her cheeks. Wouldshe dare? Ninety-five per cent, of thecrowd were men. She was a woman—and a pretty woman. At least there wasa chance. Eour hours later, Jim Bellows, stand-ing with some fellow-sports at the upperwindow of a saloon overlooking thenoisy crowd, saw a trim figure step outof the Ryan lunch-booth,

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