Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-05-10
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By GEORGE M COBB
1918. Western Newspaper Union.

Deeu discovered. 1t ulu hot luhe lung
to exhaust the surface deposits, how
ever, and after two years the great
dump heaps showed SO little value, that
only a few lazy Cinnamon picked up
less than q dollars worth of tiny flakes
and nuggets from a days arduous la
Dor.
The real glory of the town reached
its zenith when true fissure mines were
located up in the mountains. Hemp
Dawson, %prospector, Spectator and
lucky one, was first on the ground. The
ore paid for shipment to the smelter,
ten miles away, and he waxed rich and
self important. He aspired to political
preferment, but was not popular and
his ambitions in that line were daunted.
Then he built the finest residence in
town and invited pretty Maize Cole,
daughter of the circuit judge, to be-
come It's mistress. Maizie graciously
declined the honor, for she cared for
only one man in the world. He was
poor, he had his way to make, but
Maize had faith In him and Boyd OAR
rell had patience.
Darrell owned the claim ext to that
of Dawson. His was purely a pick and
shovel proposition, for he had no cap
ital. His only means of conveying the
ore to the smelter was with a wagon
and two horses. Some bi-weekly runs
brought him in fifty dollars, some only
ten, but the average was a living one
and,
I've got something serious to tell
you, Maizie," said Darrell to his sweet
heart on his regular Saturday visit.
"The Coronado has given out"
"Hemp Dawson's mine?"
Eyes, and he has taken up a claim
over in the next county. OF course he
has made lots of money, but the pay
streak has proved only an under crop
ping and his old claim is worthless"
And yours. Boyd?" asked Maize
anxiously.
"Shows a fine lode, as always. That
goes for nothing. though"
"Why, what do you mean?" pressed
Maize, almost alarmed.
"Dawson's mine has always caught
the dome drippings of the hill and had
to be pumped out. Now that Dawson
has stopped work, the water is filling
in and 1t is seeping through to my
mine. There is four feet of it now in
every lateral fifty feet down. We will
be flooded clear up to the first tunnel
within a week. and as l have not the
money to put in a pumping apparatus
of course 1t is folly to think of going
ahead"
That afternoon Ross drove Maize
over to the mine and Maize looked
doleful enough when she observed dis
NAL verification of his statements.
They were about to start for home
when she noticed a heap of pretty
greenish rubbish dumped from the dig
gings.
"What is that, Ross?" she inquired,
her eye attracted by the almost silky
sheen of the brittle Jumps.
"Oh, refuse stuff replied Ross care
lessly.
II would like a few Jumps to border
a flower bed" said Maize, and Ross
piled a quantity of the cleaning Gin
der-like substance into the wagon.
"Ill work out the surface dump"
Ross decided, until it runs too low
grade. Then I'll have to strike out for
a new field. Well have to wait anoth-
er year or two, Maize. It's got to be
d home, and all paid for, before there
is any wedding, your father says"
Judge Cole came home one day and
was busy for several hours moving a
bed and some furniture to a room over
the barn.
"a poor crippled fellow was brought
before me for begging" he told his
wife. Ills name is Baylies and he
has been a geologist. He can just get
around on his crutches and / felt it
would be a shame to send him to jail
to herd in with all kinds of criminals.
We will take care of him here till he
gets able to go home to the East"
Baylies was made comfortable and
became quite welcome about the place.
He ate with the family, was a perfect
mine of information and entertained
his hosts mo- a little.
One day Baylies was hobbling about
the garden when he came upon Maize,
gloved and sunbonneted, fringing a bed
of pansies with the green bits Of ore
refuse from the mine.
"Why where did you get this?" ques
toned Baylies, interestedly inspecting
one of the fragments, and Maizie told
him.
"If your friend. Mr.. Darrell, had
much Of this stuff in sight he certainly
has a treasure"
"What is it?" asked Maize.
"Uranium-pitch blend, and these
samples are the best grade I ever saw.
The government is paying handsomely
for the stuff. You see, it takes tons
of it to make a single grain Of radlum.
1 wish I could see Mr.. Darrell, and the
mine"
Baylies did see him that evening,
and the mine the next day. The ex-