The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1909-11-21

wherefore they made haste. The own
er oversaw them all, complacent in the
certainty of a steady royalty accruing
from the working of his allotments.
Burrell sought Necia at an early day
and. in presence Of her father, told
her that he had been approached by
men who wished to lease the claims
he held for her. 1t would prove an in
expensive way to develop her holdings,
he said, and she would run no risks.
Moreover, 1t would be rapid and insure
a quick return, for a lease SO near to
proved territory was In great demand.
After some discussion this was ar
ranged, and Meade as trustee allotted
her ground in tracts, as Lee had done.
Poleon followed suit, but the trader
chose to prospect his own claims and
to that end called In a train of stin
backed Indian packers, moved a sub
stantial outfit to the creek and there
after spent much of his time In the
hills, leaving the store to Doret. He
seemed anxious to get away from the
camp and hide himself in the woods.
Stark was almost constantly occupied
at his saloon, for it was a mint and
ran day and night. Runnion was busy
with the erection of a substantial
structure Of squared logs, larger than
the trading post, destined as a dance
hall, theater and gambling house.
Burrell entered into a season Of pen
ance and aagellation Of spirit, light
ened only by the moments when he
was with Necia and when she made
him forget all else. This damnable in
decision goaded him to self contempt
He despIsed himself Tor his weakness.
His social instincts and training, his
sense Of duty and the amenities Of life
that proud men hold dear tugged
steadily, untiringly at his reason,
while the little imp Of impulse sat
grinning wickedly, ready to pop out
and upset all his high resolutions.
1t was or a heavenly day, spiced
with the faintest hint of autumn, that
| Necia received the news Of her good
fortune. One of her leasers came into
the post to show her and Poleon a bag
Of dust. He and his partner had
found the pay streak finally, and he
had come to notify her that it gave
| promise of being very rich, and now
that its location was demonstrated no
doubt the other "laymen" would have
1t within a fortnight. AS all Of them
were ready to begin sluicing as soon
as the ground could be stripped, un-
doubtedly they would be able to take
out a substantial stake before winter
settled and the first frost closed them
down.
She took the news quietly, but with
shining eyes, though her pleasure was
no greater or more genuine than Po-
Icons, who grasped both her hands in
his and shouted gleefully:
"Bien! I'm glad! You'll be richie
gal for sure now an veal plaintee fine
dress lax l fetch you. JUS t'ink, you
fin gol' on your place more queecker
dan your fader, an he's good miner
too. Ha! OATS bullyw
"Oh, well, they will find 1t on your
claims very soon," she replied.
He shook his head. "You better
knock wood wen you say dat. Mebbe
I draw de blank again. Nobody can't
tell. I've do de sam ting before, an
dose men wat been workin' my groun'
DEERE cettin' purity hlne@
-"When you do become a Flambeau
king" she continued, "what will you
do with yourself? Surely you won't
continue that search for your far coun-
try. 1t could never be so beautiful as
this" She pointed to the river that
never changed and yet was never the
same and to the forests, slightly tinged
with the signs of the coming season.
tits very fine" agreed the Canadian.
II dom see wy anybody would care
for Twin on dem cities wen dere's so
much nice place outside"
EYES," said Necia, give no doubt one
would get tired of it soon and long for
something to do and something really
worth while, but 1 should like to try
It once, and I shall as oon as I'm rich
enough. Won't you come along?"
II dom know" he said thoughtfully.
"Mebbe so I stay here, mebbe SO I TAX
my an go away. For long tam
I t'ink dis Flambeau she's de promis'
lam 1 hear CALM to me, but I don
know yet for VILE
what kind Of place is that land Of
yours, Poleon?"
"Ha! I never see i'm, but she's been
cryin' to me ever since I'm little boy.
It's a place were I dom get too hot on
de summer an too col on de winter;
It's place were birds sing an flowers
blossom an de sun shine an Were I
can sleep widout dreamin' bout it all
de TAM"
"Why, it's the land of content. You'll
never discover 1t by travel. I'll tell
you a secret, Poleon. I've found it
yes, I have. 1t lies here" She laid her
hand on her breast. Father Barnum
told me the story Of your people and
how 1t lives in your blood-that hun
ger to find the far places. It's what
drove the voyageur and coureur du
bois from Quebec to Vancouver and