The Press., 1913-04-09

| this Is Good Luck camp. That is
 what my father calls it." said the girl
 showing a row of pearly teeth in g charming smile. Do you mean to say you came up Good Luck trail?"
 "Yes," he said.
 "It isn't used much now. We use the west trail. It leads down through the valleys to Piedville. There is the opening."
 She pointed a rounded arm and showed where, facing the house, was wide opening. giving panoramic view of mountains and valleys and tiny villages scattered at their feet.
 Lem's face was haggard with dis appointment, and the girl seemed quick to recognize that he was trou- bled about something.
 Perhaps you came to see my fa- ther?" she suggested, pointing toward the veranda, where an elderly man sat regarding them curiouSly.
 He shook his head. "I didn't know anybody was here. l thought Good Luck gulch was as wild as it was sixty years ago, when my uncle came here to seek gold. I didn't expect to find any one here"
 My father obtained this place years ago. He took fancy to it and staked a claim when he was young man. A few years ago he decided that he would like to spend his declining years up here on the mountain, and so we sold our little vineyard below. There are only two of us, father and |"
 You must be lonesome" he said, wondering.
 We are. But it is beautiful, and once a week we go down to Piedville, and there are books and magazines to keep one busy. I suppose you came from the east?'
 'I know look like Yankee" he ad- mitted, smiling. I'm from the east, and you will laugh when you hear why came to Good Luck gulch."
 T shall be glad to hear all about it." she said pleasantly. Suppose you go over and talk to father, rand after I have miIked the COW we will have breakfast, and then you can tell us about 1t. We are very fond of visitors here in Good Luck gulch."
 Lem left her reluctantly and went up to the log house, where he made the acquaintance of Henry Blair, the fa- ther of the girl he had been talking to. To his sympathetic ear he related the story of Peter Harrison's golden treas its whereabouts. He dis played the map. and together the two men studied its faded lines.
 Then they went out and measured the distances marked on the map. Tt must be here under this flat rock" de clarcd MT. Blair excitedly. Wait a until get crOwbar.''
 Presently he returned. and together they heaved and strained and finally Dried up the flat rock from its bed, dis closing closely packed earth under the heavy weight.
 Flora Blair called them in to break fast just then, and during the meal Lem's story was repeated to her in- ears.
 Isn't it perfectly lovely to have such l romantic thing happen in Good Luck sulch?" she cried. Hurry up, father! I'm just dying to see if there really is treasure under that flat rock"
 The three of them uncovered the closely packed tin boxes. It was a solemn moment when Lem opened one rusted can and showed the golden dust placed there sixty years before by his uncle. He insisted that Henry Blair and his daughter should each have a share of the treasure, as it had been so safely guarded on their property for many years.
 'If you hadn't staked this claim some other man would have come here and found the gold," he assured them, and at last he prevailed upon them to accept each q small portion of the con- fortune he had found
 His brief stop heightened into a visit, md his visit stretched into long tay. One evening he told them about | lis long and weariSome trip up the rail and how he had declared that if | e did not find the treasure he would ] echristen the trail. After MT. Blair had gone in Lem lin- l cred on the veranda near Flora's chair. 1 Even if l hadn't found a grain of | old l never could have called it any hing but Good Luck trail" he said | imply. Tt led me straight to the | est luck I've ever had in this world, l Hiss Flora" And with a brief good | light he passed inside the house. Flora sat there alone, her cheeks fush- |
 
 le had not said more just then, for here was all the rest of their lives in | which to unravel the beautiful story | # love of which they had just found | he thread
 LONG HAIRED MEN.