Arizona republican., 1891-12-18

l TUT 1lldIllt lO NOIh uONh ilttl oii hole in the ground all the winter, and then sell out for paltry thousand. And he's doing s just so he can be married this summer;" and pretty little wave | of blood swept over the sweet neck and | face He shan't do 1t. Chanie don't know anything about a mine, and he might have a little bonanza and not know it Just hear the dear simpletonv My PRECIOUS FRANN-Bonn is negotiating with me for my claim, and he offers me Sl,OOO cash. 1 have not yet accepted it, but have about made up my mind that had better do ! so. You know il l had that much cash could have the face to ask you to hasten that long hoped-for happy day. For your sake, darling, i believe it will be the best for me 10 take thi. | offer. 1T do you may look for me down early next week, Forever yours,
 CHARLES MOTLEY.
 Hello. Frank" shouted a smothered voice close to her ear, ''are you there yet?,,
 Frances jumped to her feet and ran to the telephone
 Dear me, left the receiver hanging down and they could not ring the bell" | She put it to her ear and shouted back through the transmitter:
 "Yes, I'm here: what is ftp
 Don't you forget to send that thou sand up on the stage tonight to Logtown. Tom says there's at least $l0 ,000 in sight. Motley is a schoolmarm, and don't know it. Don't forget. now. Goodby."
 Franks pretty eyes and mouth spread wider and wider as those words came out of the wonderful little instrument. "For goodness sake who is he talk | ing to? Oh y-e-sl why, it must be to | Frank Downey. the express agent at Bokey They've been talking together, and Downey has stopped and switched my end on. Motley is schoolmarm, is he? There's sl0,000in sight, and Charlie doesn't know it, and the money is going up there on the stage from Bokey to- night, Oh, dear! what shall do? I'll go up there 1 will It's only eight miles, and it's twenty from Bokey. It's l 5 o'clock and the stage gets there at 0. ?
 Frank was California girl, and there was no perils to her on the eight mile trail to Logtown; and if there had been, the slur cast upon Charities keenness and the eager desire to save that ''$l0 ,00C in sight" for him, would have been suff. cient incentives to induce her to dare them, though she knew they awaited her. Running over to the postoffice, she hurriedly engaged the young clerk to take care of the instrument for her, and, dashing back to her room, soon ap- peared ready for the eight mile walk to Logtown.
 The sun was yet very hot, although al. most down behind the hills. The trail was steep and rocky; but Frank pushed on, muttering to herself, when she felt so tired she was tempted to sit down and rest
 "Charlie's a schoolmarm, is he? Ter thousand dollars in sight, and he doesn't know it, eh? Well, he shall know il and have all the credit of the discovery too-there, nOwT
 Up, up, down, down, around and around wound the mountain trail, and Frank wound with it, until tired, dusty breathless, hoarse and almost crying she saw the county highway in the som Der moonlight just below her
 Just as she reached the roadside and was about to push through the chapar. ral which here reached to her shoulder she heard the rumbling stagecoach com ing around the bend close to her, With the despairing resolve to go in at leas with the stage if she could not before il she pushed her parasol through tht bushes and waved it to the driver shouting at the same time, hoarse iron her excitement:
 "Stop! StopP
 But to her astonishment and dismay instead of stopping the driver reached down into the boot, and with Gus yer, take itY' threw heavy box into th' road and. flashing his four-in-hand into { run, disappeared down the canyon.
 Poor Frank crouchcd down into tn, chaparral in despair
 "Oh, dear! l haven't walked ther and I've lost the stage. and poor Charli oh, dear mel
 The spirit of genuine California gir is not easily overcome with despair, anc Frank was genuine California girl, anc she was not to be beaten until she was. Sh got up, pullen her black veil tighter ove her moist face and bravely started ol again to Logtown. It was not far, ant not half hour elapsed before she say the lights of the little camp scatteret