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The answer seemed to satisfy him.

own sake, ard none oil us wish to harm
him. There's only one thing lie
mustn't do; that is 60 back to Europe
bachelor. SO III tell You what, |
won't lend him the money myself 1t
wouldn't t suit me as one of the Amalga-
nation. But you can up TO 4 reason
able amount. Take any security you
like, or none. Perhaps with fool like
that it better to seem to trust him
altogether. My people here will all
vance ii - you as usual-for the hotel. y
"But if he refuses?' she asked
ale won't. Offer it over bottle of
champagne and with your tenderest
smiles. Ruby Lee used to smile a
mans soul away, they said
In the admiring glance he gave her
there seemed to flash for an instant a
re-awakencd fire, hnt if SO it was but a
fash.
He rose. "Good-hyc, Ruby. shall
sec Crawshay and tell him something
that will incline him TO listen to you.
He'll not know I'm in she swim, but
| r'mpmi"I i , ~, Ill n " aud you
daren't give me away. It'll run to a
thousand or two
With wave Of his plump, jrwelled
hand, he left the room. and she sat for
some TIM" thinking.
What GincNstcin Sai.l to Crawshay
w,lon he found asleep in his bed in the
Ii tie hot room that gave on to the
stables and back ya,ds of Tintown,
might have inclined the latter to listen
to anyone who would provide him with
capital, but certainly did not bring him
any nearer determination to marry
Ruby. Neighbors heard loud voices
in angry alteration, and the man who
had spoken about Harry in the bar,
said to Miss Lee afterwards:
"lf Gluckstein is friend of Craw-
shay's, he has an odd way of showing
it. | heard him say, a pauper and
drunkard like You cannot marry the
girl. | have her mothers warrant to
insist on your giving her her freedom.
Then old Crawshay spoke up and said,
1T was by your advice l tried this life,
and nothing but ill-luck has come of it,
but that you were Id traitor
from the beginning never suspected.
Now let me tell you that for you to
mention her name is to pollutc it, and
this is the last chance you'll have in
my hearing With that he went for
Gluckstein, who bolted, and Crawshay
stood cursing him from the balcony"
Xxx
At dawn of a South African day the
sun rose like ball of fire over the
karoo. Harry Crawshay, his mining
tools slung over his shoulder, issued
from a ramshacklc hut erected near
the foot of a BARI ell range of low hills,
in remote unpopulated part of the
plateau, at few days march from
Griquatown. He was perfectly sober,
and as he gazed across the Veldt, his
eyes no longer bloodshot and heavy
from past excesses, appeared to be re-
juvenated. He drew deep hr.'ath OF
the fresh morning air and stepped out
briskly whlstling tune He was at
last on the point of realizing his ex-
pectations and justi(ying the confidence
reposed in him.
1t would not be long before he re-
sumcd with dignity the name and posi-
ton in society poverty had compelled
him to relinqush. Perhaps deep down
in his heart lay a sweeter hope still,
that of sharing this good fortune with
some one far away who had steadily
believed in him, Notwithstanding all
representations to the contrary. 1t is
quite certain, therefore, that if at this
moment his thoughts dwell on Ruby
Lee, it was only as friend and business
partner.
When she had insisted on providing
the necessary funds, he had arranged
to give her half profits on all he made,
but there was no other contract. How
he was to repay the loan in case of
failure had not entered into his san
guine considerations, though she prob
ably was thinking more of that event
uality than of the other. and relying
on the innate chivalry OF an English
gentleman for the security.
As he approached the shaft where
his kaflirs were at work, he was sing
ing like boy. 1t was lucky day of
his, his sweetliearl's birthday, and on
swinging himself to the ladder that led
to the bottom, he breathed a prayer
for their speedy reunion.
He had excellent reasons for his
antcipations The auguries were all
in his favor. During the past fortnight
he had reached the blue ground, and
every stroke of the pick was proving
it richer and richer.
An hour or two Of hard work, and
the kaffir who was hauling up the
buckets of brownish blue clods heard Il
shout. and presently his master dashed
up the ladder and began dancing
through the scrub like maniac. He
held something in his hand which
looked like a dull bit of crystal with
dirt sticking to it,
a find! find!' he shouted. "Fifty