Payette enterprise. (Payette, Canyon Co., Idaho) 1909-1935, 1911-02-02

Clarkson threw aside his pick.
He posted his notice OF possession by
laying the paper on the newly broken
ground and placing a stone on top "a
keep It from blowing away Any one
who jumped that claim now might ex-
pect the wild Justice of the mining
camp TO be visited upon him
AS he drew near the camp the thnn-
der of the stamp mills smote fhp air.
and the blur of smoking chimneys
dimmed the eastern sky.
Pete Clarkson's persistent efforts and
logged determination 10 find some.
thing that would enrich him sufficient
ly to offer Molly Gray home nnd re-
suited in his striking what was prob
ably the lost vein of the Great Dome
ledge.
He stopped once at the house of jim
Gray. superintendent Of the t;rear
Dome, and Molly Gray. sweet MS a
rose, with gray eyes, brown hair, pink
cheeks and pink gown. came To the
| door.
How'd you make out. Petey' she
asked. her little brown hand LOST in his
great earth stained palm.
IT'S the Molly Gray" he said quief-
ly, thrusting the lump of ore into her
other hand.
"oh. Pete" she cried Ioytully.
"wherer'
ION Crow ledge. near Grow rock"
where we saw the sunset that
night?"
Same place"
what were you doing there, Peter
she asked. with dimpIine cheeks
"Prospectin'," be grinued sneepishly
Then. passing his hand over his I'M
shorn chin. he nodded toward the
Great Dome smelter. Il guess il will
be all right now down there" he said
confidently.
You know It has always been all
right with me, Pete" said Molly softly
81 know" be said soberly. I'm go
In down now to git out my papers,
I'll stop on my way back"
Haven't you registered YETI" she
asked anxiously.
Nope; stopped here first thing. Got
her staked all right, though. aud the
name posted Coin back there to
make camp. So long; see you later"
And with a backward wave of his hand
he loped down toward the registering
Office.
From the doorway of the cabin at
the head of the street Molly. holding
a pair of ieldglasses to her pretty
eyes. watched him enter the office.
Then her gaze fell upon the figure of
a man sprawled upon the rough veran-
da encirelihg the one roomed building
A wide brmmed hat was drawn over
his eyes, and to all appearances he was
lost in slumber.
Molly looked at the open window
over The mans head and calculated
that If Pete GARRISON announced his
discovery in his usual bluff. hearty ac-
AGENTS 1t could readily be heard by the
imam on the veranda II he were awake
and listening, and If IT should prove
D be Dave Lumly. who was own
rother to Jim Lung, the registrar
D. claims. why. then. Pete Clarksou
rolould have a race for his claim, that
)wgas ALL She remembered the case of
eAllan Smith. the young prospectOr
hfrom the east who made a find aud
,lstaked his claim. Before he could reg
lister it and return to the scene Dave
Lumly had news Of the find aud had
Jumped the claim. With his brother
to back his title to it I.umly had de
fed the sheriff and his posse to Dust
him. Young Smith had shot himself.
and, after all. the mine had proved
worthless.
All. the somnolent one arose slowly.
stretched himself. took a careful sur
vey of the street: then. with swift
movement, leaped into the saddle Of Il
waiting sorrel and rode out Black lane
1t was Dave Lumly.
Presently she saw Pete emerge from
the registry Office and cross the street
to the assayers. With sudden energy
she re-entered the house. scribbled n
few lines informing Pete of her where
abouts in case she could not fluid him.
pinned the note to the front door. sad
Qleu ntE illAlt
and dashed down the street toward the
assay office.
pete Clarkson?" repeated Brown
ing. Just left here for down the
street"
IF he comes back tell him to go up
to our place. There's a message for
him. Will you tell him?r she Inquired
breathlessly.
"Sure thing. Miss Molly" he said
heartily: then he watched her disap
pear down the long street and out
upon the short cut through the canyon
TO Crow mountain. The afternoon sun
shone on her hatless head and the
light wind fiuttered her pink skirts as
the little mare broke into a gallop.
Once she drew rein and took swift
survey of the country
Mile after mile the mare covered.
scrambling up steep hi:isideS and slid
fng recklessly down the slopes Molly
With blazing eyes and compressed lips.