The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-08-11
THE GOLDEN CAVES.

all Old Rocky mountain hunter, who,
when game got scarce OR furs unprofit-
able, took up the equally hazardous
calling Of gold seeking; Frank Edger-
ton, a handsome young Kentuckian,
who had come out to win O sudden for
tune, and myself, who had made n
fortune in the g%oldfelds, lost it and
was now out to get another and with
the firm determination to hang onto it
if I struck luck again.
Across the Sierra Madre mountains
in the San Juan regicn was a mighty
dreary, lonely country i'll those days,
with the water flowing down out of
sight i'll the bottoms of the canyons, and
the nearest white settlement 800 miles
away in eastern Colorado.
Ned Copley had hunted all through
this country with Kit Carson, and he
belived it was rich in gold, and that if
we kept our purpose to ourselves we
to use his own words.
We left Taos III the early spring and
while all the encircling mountains were
covered low down with snow, looking
like glistening marble walls supporting
a sky SO clear and blue and cloudless
that it looked RS if it was hewn out of a
globe Of Turquoise.
Frank Edgerton had a nobler motive
than his two partners. We were out to
find gold for the sake of the power and
the comforts it would give, and it may
be with thoughts of the Difference that
would be paid Is by the less fortunate
when we were rich men, but our hand
some young companion was moved to
face the hardships and brave the dangers
of the expedition by no such mercenary
purpose.
He was not more than five and TWEEN
ty, with brown eyes and curly hair, and
! a silky mustache and beard of the same
I hue, and a mouth full of even white
teeth, and his fine face seemed ever the
home of good nature and laughter. No
matter how long the march or steep the
trail. no matter how long miles between
the springs o. the indications of In
dams in the neighborhood, Frank was
always CHEEKY and happy, and his
laughter and his songs, for he had an
excellent voice, lightened many a long
march and dispelled the gloom from
many a lonely camp in the heart of the
canyons.
We had not been many days out be-
fore Frank Edgerton opened his heart
and gave us the secret Of his constant
happiness. He was in love, not dead
in love-" but living in love; the glo-
rious passion possessed him. 1t dubbed
from his lips in laughter and song and
glared from his eyes in exultation.
"Who is she, boys?" he said one day
in answer to my question, for !, an old,
loveless and perhaps ENJOYABLE bache-
lor, half envied him his possession.
"She amt no ordinary girl, Susie
Burns amt. Heaven cut her out for a
first class angel and never changed the
original plan.
Here's her picture, and let me say
you two IT the only strangers that ever
looked inside the lids since she fastened
it around my neck and told me as she
kissed me that SO long as | wore it next
my heart I'd remain true to her-just
as if I could ever dream of being false
to Susie!'
By the campfire he opened his coat
and hunting shirt and brought to light
a slender gold chain that hung about
his neck, and at the end Of which there
was a fiat, golden medallion.
He opened it, kissed the picture with
the alteration Of a pagan for his idol
and then let us look at the face of a
beautiful blue eyed girl Of 10 or go, who
seemed SO lifelike that it looked more
like the reflection in a mirror than a
colored ivorytype.
"Susie Burns amt rich, for heaven
couldn't give her all the blessings with
out being unfair, " continued Frank as
he restored the picture to his breast,
but she'll be rich some day if there's
gold to be found in these mountains.
Meanwhile, while I'm out here pros
pecting, Susie's attaching school down
by the banks of the Cumberland, and
you can bet if she has any time to spare
from her work she puts it in a-praying
for me. That's why I feel sc doggoned
sure, boys, that We are going to win.
tell Won that an outfit can't fail that
has an angel like that a-praying for it. "
Frank filed us with his enthusiasm,
ana Ned Copley and myself felt that
we, too, were interested in the girl, az
We were very sure she would have been