The Gold Rush Page #2

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He knew she was fooling,|but he was happy.

For she was near him,|holding his hand,

smiling at him.

"Nice place you have here,"|said Georgia.

"I hope you will invite us again."

What if she were fooling?

He was enjoying|the warmth of her attention.

And the lady was enjoying|the warmth of his chair.

And now she was leaving.

The light of her loveliness|would be gone.

And he would be left|with an emptiness,

to return to his bleak,|lonely existence.

"Pardon me,"|said the Little Fellow,

"But, uh..."|He was lost for words.

"Would you really like|to come again?"

"Of course," said Georgia.|"What do you say, girls?"

"We'll come for dinner|New Year's Eve," said the ladies.

"Very well," said Georgia.

"We'll come to dinner|New Year's Eve."

Of course at that moment|Georgia would forget her gloves!

For the next few days the Little|Fellow hustled and shoveled

in order to buy|that New Year's dinner.

The eve of a new year.|New hopes and new dreams.

And there was Georgia, caressing him|with her smiles and tender glances.

And the girls called for a speech.

But he was too happy to speak.

All that mattered|was Georgia was there. Georgia!

So he muttered and stuttered|and finally said,

"I can't make a speech|but I'll do a dance."

And a dance he did, with the rolls.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne|My dear

For auld lang...

In the midst of all their revelry|the vague memory

of a promise crept|into Georgia's mind.

"Let's go up and visit|the Little Fellow," she said.

"We'll have some fun|with him," said Jack.

"We'll send Georgia in first,|then give him a scare."

"Oh, forget it," said Jack.

"How about giving me|a little attention?"

A day or so later|in the Recorder's office,

Big Jim tried to convince|the assayers

that he had a mountain of gold.

"Where is this place?" they said.

But Big Jim's memory|had failed him.

All he knew was|that it was near the cabin.

"The cabin, that's it!"

"F I could find my way to the cabin|I could find the mine."

"But I can't remember."

"Hey!" said Jack,|"Georgia's been looking for you."

The Little Fellow knew otherwise.

How dare that cad mention|her name so lightly?

For two pins|he'd give him another thrashing.

However being a little underweight|he would ignore the insult.

But it was true.|Georgia had been looking for him.

Georgia had written him a letter.

And as he went looking for Georgia,|so Big Jim went looking for him.

"You, you!" said Big Jim.

"You! The very man|I've been looking for!"

"The cabin, the cabin! Where is it?"

"Answer me, I say!"

"Can't you speak, man? Tell me!"

"Where's the cabin? Where is it?"

"At last I shall find|my mountain of gold."

"To your feet man, quick!"

"You're coming with me!"

"Take me to the cabin|and I'll make you a millionaire!"

"Georgia! Just a moment,"|said the Little Fellow.

"Georgia, you don't have to explain.|I understand."

"I love you.|I'll take you away from this life."

"I'm going away, and when I return,"

"I shall come back."

Exhausted and footweary,|they arrived at the cabin.

"Ah!" said Big Jim,|"it won't be long now."

"Bring in the eats and tomorrow|we'll start for the mine.

"Here, take a swig of this.|It'll put hair on your topcoat."

"My, this is a heavy lamb chop,"|said the Little fellow.

Then fate - it's always fate -|played its little joke,

and again the elements laughed,|roared and thundered,

but through it all|our heroes soundly slumbered.

Then came the dawn.

The Little Fellow awoke,

blissfully ignorant|of what happened the night before,

but feeling definitely conscious|of "the morning after".

"Oh well, may as well tidy up|and get breakfast."

"This is the worst liver attack|I've ever had."

"Feel that rocking?"

"It's the stomach."

"It's not the stomach."

"Let's go to the other side."

"We'll see how far it|will go over."

"Something|must be missing underneath."

"I'll go outside|and see what it is."

"Now," said Big Jim,|"don't get excited."

"Take it easy, don't move,|don't breathe!"

"I said don't breathe, stupid."

"You can be most annoying|at times."

"If you'll only be cool, be calm,"|said Big Jim,

"We have nothing to worry about."

"Now show a little character!|Where's your willpower?"

"Now listen,|I've got a very good idea."

"Hold your hands like this,|then I can get out first."

"You see what I mean?"|Said Big Jim.

"Your mind is chaotic.|You have no psychology."

"You have no control."

And Big Jim discovered his claim!

"Now we shall be rich," said Jim.

"We shall be millionaires!"

And so they were.

Now they were homeward bound

and they were leaving the hardship|and toil of Alaska

to live in the land|of milk and honey.

To live, laugh and indulge themselves|in the lap of luxury.

They were famous,|and sought after by the press.

In their cabin deluxe

they were welcomed|and waited upon.

The reporter wanted to write|the Little Fellow's life story,

"From Rags to Riches",|and he graciously consented.

And Big Jim was manicured.

"Not the nails," said he,|"the corns."

The reporter thought of a good idea,

to have the Little Fellow pose|in his mining clothes.

It would make a human story.

Georgia...

There she was in the steerage.|Neither knew of the other's presence.

Georgia overheard the officer say|there was a stowaway aboard.

"You!" said Georgia.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

And then she mistook him|for the stowaway.

The officer was going|to put him in irons.

But Georgia pleaded for him|and said she would pay his fare.

"Heck!" said the Captain.|"That's no stowaway."

"That's Big Jim's partner,|the multimillionaire."

Then of course there were apologies.

The Little Fellow|gathered himself together.

James, the valet, was told|to prepare for an extra guest.

"Pardon me," said the reporter,|"but who's the lady?"

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

"Oh, you don't say!|Well, congratulations."

"This will make a great story,|and with a happy ending."

And so it was.

A happy ending.

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