A CALIFORNIAN ROMANCE.

Oamaru Mail, Volume I, Issue 91, 5 August 1876, Page 3

A CALIFORNIAN ROMANCE.

Dennis JVl'N'abb was the porter in a Mining Company's office on Californiaj tW i!t. Dennis swept out and dusted tliinu'»» kept the desks in blotting pads, ;iikl tu winter made that fire which is totally unnecessary in our wonderful cltnintu. but which everybody insists upon having about four months in the year, put f,i remind them, of the States. Dennis fult vary humble and towty, indeed, as his salary was only ten dollars a week, and ivlwn the Secretary—who got four hundred a month, for putting his feet on the desk, ; „iti writing notes from the " Poodle Dog" -gcowlod and wanted to know where in tliu Bottomless pit the Stock Report was, Dennis felt very much overpowered and tlowu- trodden indeed. Bat Dennis bad heard of Whittington, and Franklin, and .John M'Callongh, and other iiruat men, and so he worked patiently mi, washing the spittoons, taking round assessment notices, listening at tJiu Board-room key-hotes, and biding hi» time generally. Patience and frogality m its own reward, and one day Dennis huivrd the President read a telegram from tilt! Superintendent up on the Lode. They had struck pay rock at tast. Tliat night ttonnis drifted round and conferred awhile with- McCarthy, who kept the saloon at tliu corner. Then he had a whisper or two with Hoolihan. who had made a few dollars running the hack stand. 3ieNai» liuilalso something to say to. O'Flynn, the stuvwlore, of a confidential nature. The mat morning the Secretary of the Yellow Cat ('<■• and S.M. Co. found MeNabh's ln-ogan's in front of his inkstand, and the spittoons being cleaned by a Mongolian. More the official could recover his breath, ii small Fenian procession filed in. There titu.l- been a corner in Yellow Cat that morning, and in less than ten minutes the did Board was voted out and the meek M'tfabb elected President, and was busily lignhig notices of a five dollar assessment hi the" " outsiders." And now .Mr. Dennis |\t'sabb rides languidly down to the office ii his coupe, and in the evening he sits m a satin sofa up at the ex-President's lonoH, with the French boots on the Iteinway Grand, and a four'bit cigar tn liu mouth, white the ex-P's daughter ings " Lannigan's Ball'' in Italian—mucks him with her fan—and says, " Yott ruth are such naughty, fickle men, but so