Arizona republican., 1891-11-01
THE RING OF GOLD.
It Brought Love and Wealth-to
 Martin Daly.

Martin Daly had become discour- aged. Like many another miner in the far west he had made money and lost it, had prospected for mines, found ore and been cheated out of his rights, had grown poor and i'll, and had thrown himself under tree, careless whether he lived or died
 The great snowy mountain peaks and the rich verdurc had lost their at traction for him. He had hoped and been disappointed so many times that he had come to believe himself un- lucky; that he should never possess a dollar; that there was neither happi- ness nor home for him.
 He had seen better days. His large, dark eyes, his broad brow, his we'll shaped mouth and chin bespoke refine. ment in the years that were gone. He had been well educated, had tried many things and failed in them, not from lack of energy nor from lack of judg- ment, but his fate seemed to be an ad- verse one.
 He had done many good acts, had al- ways helped his brother miners, had tried to look on the bright side of life, had fought manfully and been defeat ed in the battle. He had imagined sometimes that the clouds had a silver lining, but the storms always came sooner or later He meditated thus as he lay under the tree, and finally, more dead than alive from want and exhaus. tion, fell asleep.
 Two men passed along under the brow of the mountain, by the tree. They were tall and straight, and from their dark hair and skin 1t was easy to preceive their Indian blood.
 '"rhe white man is dead" said one of the men, as he bent on his knee be- side the sleeper.
 No, there is twitching of the eye lids" said the other. "ile is pale and sick. will take him home, and Mimosa will care for him"
 The conversation, carried on in low tone, awakened the miner.
 "Come with us, and you shall have food and shelter" said the friendly In- dian
 Scarcely able to bear his weig lat, Martin leaned upon the arEns of the two men, and soon found himself in the humble Indian cabin.
 ''Mimosa, here is stranger. Take care of him. Red Cloud never left a human being to die, He will get well. and then we will send him back to his people"
 shy, pale Indian girl came forward and did as she was bidden. She did hnf ,,it ,l,, out of her fawn-like. dark eyes. When Martin had been placed in the simple bed, she prepared food for him and ted him as though he were child. Day by day she came and went, speaking ' little, but doing gently the things which only woman's hands can do.
 After time the miner, still a young man, gained in strength and began once more to hope for successful future.
 "Mimosa," he said one day, "I owe my life to you, and if I am ever rich l will come back and reward you"
 "l shall miss you" said the glrl, shyly. "But l want no money. l shall be happy because you are we'll again and happy"
 ''I shall yet find gold, Mimosa. I used to think should be rich and then became poor and sick and lost heart You wear ring on your finger and sometimes chain about your neck, both of beaten gold Did the metal come from mines near here?"
 My father gave them to me-" she replied, and nothing more could be learned from her on the subject.
 Would you care, Mimosa, if wore the ring until went away? Perhaps can find the place where the gold came from"
 You may wear it till you come back rich" she said, smiling.
 Days grew into weeks, and the time drew near for the miner to say good by to the girl who had become his comrade as well as deliverer. Tears filled her eyes as they parted. "You will forget Mimosa," she said.
 No, will bring back the ring, and you shall give it to the man who makes you his s'bride. shall never forget Red Cloud nor his daughter"
 Strong and hopeful again, Martin took up life, obtained work, and be. lieved once more that he should find gold. So sweet and blessed a thing is hope, giving luster to the eyes, and quickening the flow of blood along the veins!
 But he missed the Indian girl. The pines on the snowy mountain peaks whispered of her. The evenings seemed longer than formerly; the con versation of the miners less interest ing. He was lonely He was earning a Jair living, but of what use was money to him, if he was to feel desc. Hate in heart? Mimosa was not of his race, but she had lovable nature. He remembered that she looked sad at his going away. He wondered if she ever thought about him If she had some Indian suitor. would she not wish for the ring again? He would like at least to see the man and his daughter who had saved his life. He