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was pa- the proceeds from mine in which Doris had an interest with him. The money was badly needed by the mother, and her gratitude was almost extravagantly expressed.
 Doris strolled on, thinking of the gen. erosity of Chihuahua" and the secret, | it.
 It was time to return. The shadows
 began to gather on the mountains and
 darkness would soon be upon her. | She started back to the trail but, alas, there was no trail where she thought it should be. Again she located in her minds eye the place where she had left the trail in her search for flowers, but there was no trail when she arrived there. It was almost dark. She realized that she was lost. Lost in the mountains, lost in little basin, with the town of Pyrites just over small ridge. But this latter fact she did not know.
 Higher up in the basin she saw light. It came from miners cabin. She started there. It was very much farther than she thought it was. It seemed at least an hour before she arrived at the little cabin from the windows of which the light streamed out upon the dark noun tain. The door was slightly open. Doris knocked. No answer. She entered the cabin.
 There WAS a fire in the stove, for the night was chill. Aneat little bunk with clean blankets and coverlid stood in one corner. There was a mining map upon the wall. A bucket of water and wash basin were near the door. Candles and miners candlesticks were stuck in the log crevices. In the center of the room
 was table covered with writing paper. On the table was light that had guided
 her to the place-a candle stuck in the mouth of an empty bottle.
 What was this? A mining deed. Max
 well H. Brown to Doris Ware, one- half interest in the Goodness Gracious
 lode.
 A letter-she must not read it. Her
 name? Why, what could this mean? DEAR Mss DoRIs-An my life I have been going it alone, and I'm getting tired of it. want a pard-a pardner, I mean-and that's you. took you into partnership on the Good ness Gracious lode last month. Will you be my pard for life and have regular warranty deed
 made out by Parson Wilson? I never was in l love till met you. don't know how this af- fair will pan out, but don't think I'll be able | to winter through without you. know my | love ain't worth as much to you as yours is to me, and if you say you will be my wife I'll try | and make the bargain even by throwing in the | whole Goodness Gracious mine and the Small | Potatoes, which is an adjoining claim. An | swer me quick. If don't get an answer, I'm afraid I'll hurt some of the boys, because l don't know what I'm doing half the time. Please marry me-wll you? And oblige, yours respectfully, MAXWELL H. BROWN. Just as Doris finished reading she
 heard step, heavy step, at the door. She grabbed the pen and wrote in large 1 letters at the bottom of the sheet: My answer is yes. DORIS. Some one was bending over her. Some
 one had seen her write; some one saw
 that plain, big Yes" and she was
 gathered tight in a pair of strong arms
 and felt fervent kiss upon her lips. Another step at the door, It was "Ga-
 lena" Mike, a miner.
 Chihuahua" he said, ..there's an
 8-foot vein of that stuff, and it will run 1 at least $1 ,000 to the ton."
 Chihuahua did not answer Mike, but Doris heard him say:
 'I wouldn't give one minute like this | for S.000,00O tons of it."-Richard H.
 Linthicum in New York World