Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1917-02-21

Ing LQe mOuluS ludl lOuo"eu. oHe
knew the mining game. Hadn't she
been born up in mining camp IL
years before, high in the Nevada
mountains? Then the captain had
struck luck, and they had gone
east to live, the baby and the slim
young mother, back to the civilization
where they belonged. And after years
of comfort and surety the two blows
had fallen almost together, the pass
ing Of Jeans mother and the crash Of
the captains fortune In rash specu-
lation.
"But don't you mind, honey girl"
he had said cheerily. We'll go back
to where 1t grows in the mountains" J"
Once in a while she wondered why
Stanley had never answered her let
ter, breaking their engagement. 1t
was right, she felt, after the financial
crash, not to hold him, but she had
thought he might have answered.
One morning old King stopped with
news. His face was aglow with eager
ness.
"Davy's back home" he announced.
Hes my boy, not by any blood ties,
but / took him when he was little
shaver after his paw died and brought
him up He's been away to school, min
ing school, or school Of mines, and he'll
be home tomorrow. You folkSll like
him."
But even that did not prepare Jean
for Davy as he was. She rode early the
next morning over to where the cap
tain was at work, and half way down
the trail she met hin-tall,' 'Srown-eyed,
bare-headed, his shirt open at the
throat, with a tame gray squirrel on
one shoulder and a dog at his heels.
He had walked down to the main road,
he said, to get the mail sack when the
stage went by. And he handed her q
letter from Stanley. She opened and
read it after the big, brown-eyed boy
had gone up toward Kings Rest.
"When l began to miss you and real
lied how lonely you must be l felt
like dog not to have answered your
letter, but it staggered me at the time,
of course, and l admired you for your
stand. Now I've wakened up, Jean, and
by the time you get this I'll be on my
way West, to you, dear, patient,
brave little girl"
Jean stood and smiled thoughtfully.
Dave was the only person who could
make Matatao smile. Her brown,
wrinkled face would crinkle up every
time she saw him, and her slow black
eyes followed his figure lovingly. Once
she came upon them both, standing on
the trail high above the timberline at
sundown on Lookout rock. Dave leaned
toward the girl longingly, his face
aglow with love, his lips framing
quick, broken words Of pleading, and
Matatao stood like statue watching
until she saw him take Jean In his
arms, when she slipped out Of sight
back into the underbrush.
It was night when Stanley came up
to the cabin. He was spent with the
long ride and out of humor.
"How are you, captain, and you,
Jean? rode down some old Indian
woman on the trail. 1t was dark and
the horse was stumbling. She's down
there now"
He got no further. Jean was out Of
the door and flying down the trail.
She knew every step Of the way even
in the dark. Matatao had dragged her.
self out Of the path into the bushes
like wounded animal.
me go fast" she whispered. "Tell
Davey ld-under-King's Rest"
AS old King said afterward, it was
just like an Indian to get humor out
of seeing you grub stake for 80 years
after gold, and not know you
had built your shack square over
the vein. Dave and he buried Ma
tatao on Lookout Point. and the day
Stanley heard from Jean that his trip
was too late, Dave struck the vein OF
rich quartz under Kings Rest.
"And captain" he said when he
brought the news to the cabin. cit
flows right down into your claim too,
so we're going to win out"
But the captain was toe busy with
old King to talk, and Dave stepped
into the cabin. Stanley had left al
Sundown.
81 wanted to leave you alone after
| heard he'd come," Dave said. slowly
81 didn't know"
Didn't you. Dave, hOnestly?" sh'
asked. laughing up ar him. "Werrr'
you sure yar?"
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