The Penn's Grove record., 1883-10-20
street, Brogna," said the judges son.
"It1l be worth while, l tell you"
Rick walked home on air.

street, Brogna," said the judges son.
"It1l be worth while, l tell you"
Rick walked home on air.
II ont tell mother" he decided
because, maybe, she'd only be disap
pointed, after all. I'll go to DIR. For,
tescue myself"
He went to Mount Cain next morn.
ing, but he found no more tourmalines
and when he had ended a long search he
said to himself that there was no more
to be found.
but it's funny to think how many
years those lay there waiting for me,
when there aim another one anywhere IS
said he; and he went home tired and
happy enough. He meant to start for
Brogna in the morning early and he
said to his mother as they sat together
in the twilight after their frugal supper
had been eaten:
"Wil you let me go somewhere,
mother, and not know where it is?
And l want my satchel full of some
thing to eat. Do say l can, MOTHER y
But Mrs. Davidson didn't feel that
she could say so. 1t was not until
Rick had used agreat many persuasive
arguments that she finally gave her con
sent.
live often thought Icould trust you
al lengths" said she, ''and In think
so yet, and you can go if you want to-.
Well he found his way to SO Acron
street, and brayely mounted the impos-
ing stone steps, though his heart beat
painfully. But you may imagine his
surprise and delight when, on being
ushered into a handsome loom, the first
face his gaze fell upon was that of his
friend A%lgernon.
"You see," Algernon explained, 81
started after you did, but | came by
steam. And I've told Uncle Henry
about the tourmalines. This is Uncle
Henry"
A tall kind-faced mar shook Kicks
hand at that moment and shook it cor
daily.
"And you've walked all this way my
boy, he said. ''Then you must dine
and get rested before we proceed to
business"
Not until the boy had partaken of a
substantial lunch would DIR. Fortescue
look at the contents of a small canvas
bag that was fastened for safe keeping
about his neck. Rick, watching the
DOCTORS face, saw it light up with pleas
ure.
"These, particularly the pink one,
are the most perfect specimens of the
kind, l ever saw" said the doctor.
my boy, l will give you $3.50 for the
lot
One hundred and fifty dollarsl Why
that was $25 more than enough to pay
the mortgage.
sob, thank you,'' said Rick, "and
| thank Algy. l don't know what
mother'll say
He wondered a great deal what she
would say, during that short, swift
journey home. 1t seemed as if he
had been away a long time. The old
familiar place looked strange to him ;
and he almost wondered whether his
mother would surely know him.
She surely did. Can you imagine the
welcome she gave him? Must l tell
you how they cried and laughed togeth-
err And how Rick said to his mother,
in the twilight again, locking across to
where Mount Cain stood wrapped a
hazy vail (:
81 love that old mountain, moth Ell.
l lways dill love it and | always will.
It's just like a dear old friend to me.
And not a teurmaline has Mount
Cain yielded up from the day of Kicks
discovery until this, though the boys of
G arland have spent many holidays in
the search. As for Rick, he is tramp
ing this summer through town, county
and State in company with an eminent
geologist and there is eason for be-
that in future years he will be-
come an eminent geologist himself
Portland 7raasc, ipt.