Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-29
CHAPTER XXI.

But there carae the day, one year. in early April. when Dede sat in an easy chair on the porch, sewing on certain small garments. while Day light read aloud to her. It was in the afternoon, and a bright sun was shining down on a world of new green. Along the irrigation channels of the vegetable garden streams of water were flowing. and now and again Day light broke off from his reading 10 run out and change the flow of water. Also, he was teasingly interested in the certain small garments ca which Dede worked. while she was radiant ly happy over them, though at ines, when his tender fun was too insistent, she was rosily confused or aEection- ately resentful. It was few minutes later that Daylight. breaking on from his reading to change the streams of irrigation, found that the water had ceased flowing. He shouldered pick and shovel, took hammer and a pipe wrench from the tOolhouse. and re- turned 10 Dede on the porch
 'I reckon I'll have to go down and dig the pipe out" he told her. Its that slide that's threatened all winter. l guess she's come down at last" Don't you read ahead. now. he warned, as he passed around the house and took the trail that jed down the wall of the canyon.
 Halfway down the trail. he came upon the slide It ,zas a small affair, only a few tons of earth and crum- bling rock; but, starting from fifty feet above, 1t had struck the water. pipe with force sufficient to break it at a connection. Before proceeding to work, he glanced up the path of the slide, and he saw what made his eyes startle and cease for the mo- meut from questing farther
 Hello he communed aloud, look who's here"
 Hts glance moved on up the steep broken surface, and across it from side to side Here and there in places, small twisted mapzauitas were rooted pTecariously, but in the msln, save for weeds and grass. that portion of the canyon was bare. There were signs of surface that had shifted often as the rain poured a flow Of rich eroded soil from above over the lip of the canyon.
 "A true Assure vein, or ! never saw one" he proclaimed softly.
 Dropping the hammer and pipe wrench, but retaining pick and shovel. be climbed up the slide 10 where a vague line of out-jutting but mostly soilcoyered rock could be seen. It was all but indiscernible, but his prac- ticed eye had sketched the hidden in- formation which it siFnifed Here and there. along this wall of the vein, be attacked the crumbling rock with the pick and shovsled the cucumber ing soil away. Several times he eX- amined this rock So soft was some of it that he could break 1t in his fin- gers. Shifting a dozen feet higher up, he again attacked with pick and shovel And this time, when ho rub bed the soil from a chunk of rock and looked. he strengthened up suddenly gaping with delight And then, like a deer at a drinking pool in fear of it's | enemies. he flung quick glance around to see it any eye were gazing upon him. He grinned at his own foolishness and returned 10 his eXami- ! nation of the chunk A slant of sun light fell on it. and it was all aglitter with tiny specks of unmistakable free gold
 From the grass roots down" he muttered in an awe-stricken voice, as he swung his pick into the yielding surface.