The Penn's Grove record., 1894-06-08

'ClliluilIh hutliCu 1uAS buO hlAGS
1t was q beautiful September after.
noon in Pyrites. The mountains were
covered with wild flowers, aud here and
there the sides of the monster hills had
been touched by the frost, Transforming
verdant hues into purple, crimson and
gold. Doris went for a stroll early in
the afternoon. She gathered the flowers
as she went along, and almost every step
revealed some new beauty of the floral
kingdom. Her mind was not so much
upon the flowers as it was upon him
big, bearded, honest, manly "Chi'
| huahua" Brown. She had received ,
letter from her mother that morning, in
which a remittance of 500 was &C,
kuowledged. The letter to her mother
had been sent by "Chihuahua" Brown,
aud he had stated therein that the Sl0t
was a part Of the proceeds FROM a mine
In which Doris had an interest with him,
The money was badly needed by tn,
mother, and her gratitude was almosI
exeravagantly expressed.
Doris strolled on, thinking of the
generosity of "Chihuahua," and the
secret, delicate method he had taken OF
showing it.
1t was time to return. The shadow
began to gather on the mountains, and
darkness would soon be upon her.
She started back to the trail but, alasi
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 tor flowers. but
there was no trail when she arrived
there. 1t was almost dark. She real.
lied that she was lost. Lost In the
mountains; lost in a little basin, with
the town of PSrites just over a small
ridge. Bat this latter fact she did moi
know.
Higher up in the basin she saw a
light. 1t came from a m.ner's cabin.
She started there. 1t was very much
further than she thought it was. II
seemed at least an hour before she ar.
lived at the little cabin from the window
Of which the light streamed out upon the
dark mountain. The door was slightly
opeu. Doris knocked. No answer.
She entered the cabin.
There was a FIRE in the stove. for the
night was Chill. A neat looking bunk
with clean blankets aad coyerlld stood In
one There was a mining map
lpon the wall. A bucket of water and
4 wash-hasia we're near the door. Can.
lies and miners candle sticks were
stuck in the log creyices. In the centre
Of the room was a table covered with
writing paper. Ca the table was q light
that had guided her to the place "a can.
lie stuck in the mouth OF an empty
bottle.
What was thisi A mining deed.
Maxwell H. Brown to Doris Ware, q
one-half interest in the "Gooduess
Gracious" lode.
A letter-she must not read it. Her
namel Why, what could this meant
"Dear Miss Doris"-so the letter be.
gan. Then she read:
AL my life l have been going It alone and
FIN getting tired Of it. 1 want a pard~-a
pardner, l mean-and that's you. l took
you into partnership on the "Goodness
GraciouS' lode last month. Viii you be nv
pard for life, ami have a regular warranty
deed made out by P4rson Wilson, never
was In love till l met YOU. l don't know
how this affair will pan out, but I don't
think Pill be able to winter throurh without
you. know my love amt 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 bar
gain even by throwing in the whole Good
ness Gracious mine aud the 'Small Pota.
toes" which is an adjoining claim. Answer
me quick. II l don't get an answer, I'm
afraid III hurt some of the boys, becauseI
don't know what pa doing half the time.
Please marry me-will you? And oblige,
yours respectfully.
MAXWELL Il. BROWN.
Just as Doris finished reading she
heard q step, q heavy step, at the door.
Sac grabbed the pea and wrote in large
letters at the bottom OF the sheet:
My answe is yes. -DoRIs.
Some n was bending over her.
Some ono had seen her writo. Soms
one saw that plain, big eyes" and she
was gathetel tlgnt In a pair OF strong
arms, and felt a teryent kiss upon her
lips.
Another step at the door. 1t wa,
"Galena" Mike, a miner.
"Chilhuahua," he said, "theFe's M
eight.foot vein OF that stuff, and it will
run at least 5000 to the ton.
"Chilhuahua' did not answer Nike,
but Doris heard him say:
81 wouldn't give one minute like this
for 100000 tons OF it."-New York
World.