Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1904-04-16
BREEZE stirred the foliage of
the trees at the base of the

/o\ the trees at the base or the
hills. The air had a touch of
chill in it, for the October day in this
Southwestern Dakota country was
drawing to its close.
A man was lying at full length on
the grass that the early frost had
touched and killed. The mans hands
were supporting his chin and his eyes
were looking far off across the rolling
prairies, which here met at the base
of the Black Hills. There was pain in
the gazing eyes. The voice of a her.
NIT thrush broke the silence. Instant
ly the look Of the mans eyes changed.
Pleasure and surprise took the place
of pain. What a wonder was this,
hermit thrush singing in October it's
song of the springtime!
The man rose and looked toward the
copSe whence the sound came. There
sat the bird it's brown back REDEEMED
In the last rays Of the sun. The bird
sang ecstatically for a full minute;
then sunset and silence.
Caleb Frye rose. He listened a mo-
ment, hoping to hear once more the
voice of that prince of singers, but
no sound came save the slight rustling
of the russell leaves. Caleb Frye turned
and walked with stumbling gait east
ward away from the hills. He strobe
on for twenty minutes, and then,
rounding a bit of timber, came upon
great, rambling ranch house. On the
veranda was a young woman hardly
past girlhood. She waved him a well
come, which he answered with his
hand, but in his eyes there came the
look that was there before the thrush
sang.
Caleb Frye had come to this Da-
kota country in search of health. He
was n student bent on following a life
which meant confinement. He had
broken down, and the doctors had sent
him from New Hampshire to this far
off country to get his health. He was
a homely man, young, it is true but
looking old. He was thin to attenua-
ton and of awkward carriage His
eyes did a lit.tle something toward re-
deeming his face from positive ugli-
something of gentleness.
In the ranch house, the home of old
John Driver and his motherly wife.
Caleb Frye had made himself a favor
lite. There he had met pretty Frances
barrow, the school-teacher, who made
her home there and refused to board
round' because she so dearly loved
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known any woman intimately in his
whole life. He knew nothing of them.
He had had no time for anything but
the studies which held him chained.
Here in the foothills he had the time
and the opportunity, and he fell in
love, but he made no sign.
Only a short time after Caleb Frye's
coming there had arrived from the
East young fellow, handsome, athlet-
ic and gifted by nature with every
thing which had been withheld from
Caleb Frye.
Howard Deane had come to the
ranch OH a land prospecting Grand
He was commissioned by some East
ern capitalists to buy. He made John
Drivers house his headquarters, and
with the old ranchman had looked over
the whole territory for miles. How
ard Deane should have left three
weeks before. but he fingered. Caleb
Frye looked at Frances barrow, and
knew the reason for the lingering.
AS Frye walked toward the house
that October evening, John Driver, his
wife and Deane Joined the girl on the
porch.
what did you find to-day, Mr..
Fryer called Driver to him