Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-20
CHAPTER VIII.

The Mine for the Golden Altar. Vedder Court was a very drunkard among tenement groups. Its decrepit old wooden buildings, as if weak kneed from dissipation and senile de cay, leaned against each other crook edly for support, and leered down at the sodden Swarms beneath, out of broken-paned windows which gave somehow a ludicrous effect of bleared eyes. There had once been a narrow strip of curbed soil in the center of the street. where three. lcng-since-de- parted trees had given the quarter it's name of court" but this space was now as bare and dry as the asphalt surrounding it, and. as it was too small even for the purpose of children at play. a wooden bench, upon which no one had ever sat, as, indeed, why should they? had long ago been placed on it. to become loose-jcinted and weathersplintered and routed, like all the rest of the neighborhood.
 As for its tenants; they were exactly the sort of birds ore might expect to find in such foul~nests. They were of many nations, but of just two main va rieties: stupid and squalid. or thin and furtive; but they were all dirty and they bore in their complexions, the poison of crowded breathing spaces, and bad sewerage, and unwholesome or insufficient food.
 Into this mire there drove an utterly out-of-place little electric coupe. At the wheel was the fresh-cheeked Gail Sargent and with her was the twin kling-eyed Rufus Manning, whose white beard ripplod down to his sec ond waistcoat button. They drove slowly the length Of the court and back again, the girl studying every de- tail with acute interest. They stopped in front of Temple Mission, which, with its ugly red ant blue lettering nearly erased by years of monthly scrubbings, occupied an old store room once used as a saloon.
 50 this is the chrysalis from which the butterfly cathedral is to emerge" commented Gail, as Manning held the door open for her, and before she rose she peered again around the uDinvit- ing court" which not even the bright winter sunshine could relieve of its dinginess; rather, the sun made it only the more dismal by presenting the ugliness more in detail.
 This is the mine which produces the gold which is to gild the altar" as- serted Manning, studying the side walk. T don't think you'd better come in here. You'll spoil your shoes"
 "I want to see it all this time be cause I'm never coming back. insist ed Gail, and placed one daintily sho0 foot on the step.
 "Then I'll have to shame Sir Walter Raleigh" laughed the silvery-bearded Manning. and. to her gasping surprise he caught her around the waist anG lifted her across to the door, whereat several soiled urchins laughed. and one vinegary-iaced old woman grinned in horrible appreciation. and dropped Manning a familiarly respectful cIrtsy as he passed
 There was no one in the mission ex cept a broaG-shouldered man with a roughly hewn face, who ducked his head at Manning and touched his fore finger to the side of his head. He was placing huge soup kettles in their holcs in the counter at the rear of the 1 room. and Manning called attention to this.
 A practical mission" he explained 1 "Wc star; iu by saving the bodies
 Do you get any further?" inquired :! Gail. glancin- from tho empty benches and tho ctroc.ously colored religious !