Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1911-11-23


anu saiisries, and hosting plants. Tna
blasts OF the miners were ia bis ears,
and from across the canyon he could
hear the roar Of the stamps. The
hand that. held the lump of quartz
was, trembling, and there was tired,
nervous palpitation apparently In the
pit of his stomach. 1t came to MIN
abruptly that what he wanted WAS
a drink-whisky, cocktails, anything, q
drink. And even then. with this new
hot yearning for the alcohol upon
him, he heard, faint and far, drifting
down the green abyss Of the canyon,
Dede's voice, crying
Here. chick. chick, chick, chick,
chick! Here, chick, chick, chick!
He was astounded at the lapse OF
time. She had left her sewing on the
porch and was feeding the chickens
preparatory to getting supper. Tne
afternoon was gone. He could moi
conceive that he had been away that
long.
Again came the call: "Here, chick,
chick, chick, chick, chick! Here, chick
chick, chick"
1t was the way she always called
first five, and then three. He had long
since noticed it. And from these
thoughts of her arose other thoughts
that caused a great fear SLOWLY
10 grow in his face. For II
seemed to him that he had almost 1851
her. Not once had he thought OF her
in those frenzied hours, and for that
much, at least, had she truly been lost
to him. He dropped the piece OF
quartz, slid down the slide, and start
ed up the trail, running heavily. AT
the edge Of the clearing he eased
down and almost erept to a point OF
vantage whence he could peer out,
himself unseen. She was feeding the
chickens, tossing to them handfuls OF
grain and laughing at their antics.
The sight of her seemed to relieve
the panic fear into which he had been
flung, and he turned and ran back
down the trail. Again he climbed the
slide. but this time he climbed higher
carrying the pick and shovel with
him. And again he toiled frenziedly'
but this time with~a different purpose.
He worked artfully, loosing slide after
slidi of the red soil and sending 1t
streaming down and covering up all
he had uncovered, hiding from the
light Of day the treasure he had dis
covered. He even went into the woods
and scooped armfuls Of last years
fallen leaves, which he scattered over
the slide. But this he gave UP as a
vain task, and he sent more slides OF
soil down upon the scene Of his labor,
until no sign remained of the OUTPUT
ting walls of the vein. Next he re-
paired the broken pipe, gathered MS
tools together, and started up the
trail. He walked slowly, feeling a
great WEAKNESS, as of a man who mad
passed through frightful crisis. lie
put the tools away, took a great drink
OF the water that again flowed through
the pipes. and sat down on the bench
by the open kitchen door. Dede was
inside, preparing supper. and the
sound of her footsteps gave him a
vast content.
He breathed the balmy mountain air
in great guipb, like diver fresl-risen
from the sea- And, as he drank in
the air. he gazed with all his eyes at
the clouds and sky and valley. as If
he were drinking in that, too, along
with the air.
Dede did not know he had come
back, and at times he turned his head
and stole glances in at her-at her
efficient hands, at the bronze of her
brown hair that smouldered with fire
when she crossed the path of sunshine
that streamed through the window. at
the promise of her figure that shot
through him pang most strangely
sweet and sweetly dear. He heard