The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-04-09
CHAPTER Nv.


CHAPTER ~.
Gold hydra-headed; how many worshipers ye
have.
Nearly three years have elapsed. II is beau
tiful Sunday in May. Eighteen of the twenty
are sitting outside the big tent, talking of
friends and home, when their attention was at
tracted by god-and-tan-colored dog. He was
apparently half starved, wet and bedragged
from swimming a creek. He dragged himself to
where Max was lounging, gave little whimper
of gladness, and fell at his feet
"Mylo, by all that il good exclaimed Max
and all were III the greatest excitement-"d do
not let him die"
Fortunately the caterer of the day had made
soup for dinner some of it was brought and
put in his mouth his limbs were rubbed, and
every care bestowed. After long and patient
effort they had the satisfaction of seeing him
make heavy inroads on the soup and catables.
He then lay down and slept profoundly
Max went very quietly into the tent, and did
not make his appearance again till nearly dark
He told them he should start for the city soon
i'll the morning that no might be gone only a
Snort time, or he might be gone weeks that he
should leave his tools-everything in the care
of Paul Grayson. If they needed to consult
any one they could not choose a better
leader. etc.
Next morning, with provisions and all indis-
pensable articles. Max and Mylo started on their
journey. They had travelled some two or three
miles when Max accidentally saw Il CLEAN Of
steel. Without thought he called out
Halo, Ned is that you?'
Ned stepped forward. "Yes we are out
prospecting"
"Game!' said Max, quietly. "Did You ever
have reason to doubt my word !"
"Never."
"Well have a few words of advice to give
Your safety depends entirely upon my life. If
l should by some misfortune disappear, have
so arranged affairs that your secret will become
public property. Therefore, you had better
think twice before you prospect for such
game as you were after this morning. / shall
not warn again.
Max followed Mylo without any hesitation,
not doubling he would lead him to Frank But
was he dead or in trouble that Myo had come
for help? Instead of taking the road that led
to the city, Mylo turned off, went mp the river,
found fording place, went over and waited for
Max, who found some difficulty i'll following.
The dog then struck an old Indian trail and
trotted on, occasionally looking back to see if
Max was coming. The trail was no great dis
lance from n mountain stream. Max was very
weary, for the last two days they had been
ascending steep and rocky hills the way was
rough; he was getting thoroughly disheart-
ened. But Mylo was too eager even for eating.
He descended the hill, crossed n deep ravine,
and began to asc,, nd a mountain Max followed
be III such n Wild desolate place so far from the
mines-farther still from human habitation-
unless he had been carried off by some party of
Indian marauders. Could it be? Filled with
sad forebodings, he resolved to follow on to the
bitter end. Suddenly a high, perpendicular
rock appeared to stop farther progress, but,
as he neared the foot, he saw the path turned
to the left. Mylo, however turned to the
right, plunged into thicket of ferns and
bushes and disappeared. Max caught hold of
the largest bush and tried To peer down the
precipice, when he was electrified by hearing a
voice exclaim ''Mylo, you old darling, where
have YOU beenY After searching for some
time Max discovered an entrance into what
proved to be a gOod-siZed room. On the OPP
poSte side of the room stood a woman, dressed
in suit of dark blue. embroidered with cardinal
red ; it came half way between the knee and
ankle, showing small foot incased i'll q strong,
thick-soled boot. Max made no movement
while taking an inventory of her dress-he was
too wonder-struck to think till Mylo gave a short
bark. The lady turned.
"Capt. Max"
Before Max could move or speak, some one
entered with:
'Miss Frank, Is got some beauties hab um
for supper. Fore God. Mars Max"
Max saw the blue vision vanishing, he gave
one leap that would have told well for all aero
bat, and seized her by the arm.
"Who and what are You? Surey you are
Frank! Curls, bows lady's dress, What does
| it all mean?'
please, sab, let Miss Frank go; 'splain all v
Franks face was covered with her hands, and
the tears were silently tricklng through her
fingers. At last light began to dawn on Max's
benightod mind.
"Thank God. you are Miss-not Mr..
! Frank"
IF he don wipe away her tears it am none
of my business, muttered Uncle Jabe, as he
went into the cooking-room. 'Tank ole Mars,
/ hab Goals enough to bake bread roast dc
/ speck'ld Beauties and bile coffee-and den dc
wild berries soliloquized Uncle Jabe. "Yes,
supper good enough for Mars Max, out here in
dis dibble's den"
Max forgot all fatigue in the happiness of the
present, and we will leave them for time.