The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1911-03-24
THAT GOLD
MINE
By M. QUAD
Copyright, 1910, by Associated Lit
erary Press.

"Abner Day, you are an old fool!
You don't know enough to come In
when it rains!"
words hundreds Of times in the fifteen
years since he had married the Widow
Winters, and Ills reply had always been
the same:
"Waal, some folks are born that way
and can't help it."
On a portion Of Abner's farm was
range of hills. 1t was limestone
ridge, but there was a legend that gold
had been found there years before
a nugget Of gold as big as a teacup.
That legend never died. When other
news was scarce it was brought to the
front, and it was generally believed in.
Abner's grandfather had meant to open
the hills some day in search Of other
nuggets. So had his father. So had
he. The trouble was to find time.
There were blowing and dragging and
planting and hoeing and reaping, and
he never got a day to himself.
The widow began to poke at him as
soon as married, but it did no good.
She would 60 on to tell how many tons
of gold were probably hidden away in
those hills and how, if dug out, they
could have the clock cleaned, new
door to the shed and the cellar stairs
repaired.
III get around to it some day,
Sarah" he would reply.
But why not tomorrow"
"Mebbe 1 can"
/ But he didn't His farm work inter-
! fered AS he finished his morning
meal the wife would say:
! Nov, Abner. that gold mine today.
You can dig half q ton Of it as well as
| not, and we need new flatirOnS and
! washbOard."
Eyes, l know"
AS the day passed and he sat down
to supper she would ask:
'Dig any gold today, Abner?
"NOpe. 1 had other things to see to-"
OF course the gold mine legend was
! gossip for many miles around. Once
month at least some one came along
and wanted to dig on shares. They
would see the wife first and she would
readily agree. All she wanted was
that q lawyer should draw up the
agreement so that it would hold wa
ter. She had been cheated by a light
ming rod man once and she didn't pro-
pose to be anybOdy's victim again.
She kept a corner Of the cellar cleaned
| out to store the gold in, but it was
/ IN or nv1lA rYr
down into the field and talk with Alb
ner and after he had winded himself
he would hear the farmer say:
These taters has got to be hoed. and
you come around some other time"
But don't you want to be rich
MANI"
1T would be kinder nice"
You could go to Europe"
"Yaas."
you could build a fine house and
have your carriage and servants"
II see"
Perhaps you'd be elected governor"
"Shoo'
"And I'll have n lawyer draw up the
contract and bring it here tomorrow to
be signed. Digging will begin at once.
Within 4 week.
Eyes, l know, but these taters"-
1t was always so, and when Abner
scuffed up to the house at shutdown 1t
was to find his wife in the sulks or in
tears, and she generally ended up
with:
and If you don't go to digging the
first thing in the morning 1 will"
Think of Fifteen years of poking
and not q hole made in the hillside!
The ex-widOw must have been n pa
tient, determined woman to stand it.
But stand it she did. She would con-
quer or die. One day, after her many
disappOintments, she fell i'll. The doc
tor pronounced it typhoid fever, and
she became very sick woman. At
times when she was out of her head
she would babble about that gold
mine. At length, to prevent further
worry, the NJ. d. advised Abner to go
to digging and ease the mind Of the
patient.
But I've got to plow out corn tomOr-
row." was protested.
"Never mind your corn. You get n
couple of men and open those hills or
you'll soon be q widower"
"Do you think it'll be safe to have
several tons Of gold around:"
"Quite so. When call again want
to see you at work"
In n lucid interval the patient was
told that digging was to begin. She
was very i'll. but she braced up enough
to say:
Tell Abner that if lie finds any old
plow points or wagon tires mixed up
with the gold to throw 'em one side
He's an awfully careless man."
Abner and his hired man dug and
dug and dug. They dug here and they
dug there. and people came for ten
miles around to see them throw out
shOyels of gold. But there was no
| cold. There WAS neither pOld nor Sil.