Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-01-16

1T didn't take you ten minutes to dc
that ONE
swhitcy Lewis ana / took out over
trio hundred dollars day on that
other creek last spring-no, a year last
spring. IT was" he observed reninis.
cently. This isn't as good, but It's not
to be sneezed at. either. I think IN
make me roclser.v
! ~ can help, can't II" she said ca.
gsrly.
sure" he smiled. "Yoa help lot
little person. juse sitting around am
keeping me company
But / want TO work. she declared
"Tye sat around now ill I'm getting
She fideets"
"AIl right; I'll give you a job" HI
returned good-naturedIy. Meantime
lcts cat that lunch You packed VI
aere.v
In branch of the creek which
flowed down through the basin, Bill
had found plentiful colors as soon al
the first big run-off Of water had fallen
He had followed upstream pairstak
'ngly. panning colors always, and nov
and then few grains of coarse golt
TO encourage him In the quest. TIL
loss of their horses precluded ranging
far afield 10 that other glacial stream
which he had worked with Whitley
Lewis when he was free lance In the
North. He was close TO his base Of
supplies, and he had made wages
with always the prospector's lure CT
rich strike on the next bar.
In the morning" said he, when
lunch was over. "rlf bring along the Ak
and some nails and shovel, and get
busy
That night they trudged down to the
cabin in high spirits. Bill had washed
out enough during the afternoon to
make a respectable showing on Hazel's
ditspread handkerchief. And Hazel
~as in gleefiil mood over the fact
that she had unearthed q big nugget
y herseif. Beginners luck, Bill said
Enasingly. but that did not diminish
1er elation.
As the days passed there, seemed no
question of their complete success.
iii fabricated his rocker, primitive
'oxlike device with a blanket screen
nj transverse Stats below. 1t was
aster than the pan, even rude as II
vas, and it caught all but the finer
articles of gold.
4 queer twist Of luck put the cap
heat on their undertaking. Hazel raj
= splinter of wood into her hand. thu
,utting stop to her activities with
;fovel and pail. Until the woun,i
ost its soreness she was forced to b.
die. So she rambled along the cree
ne afternoon, armed with hook an
inc on a plant willow in search o
sport,
4 The trout were hungry. and strucls
6ercely at the bait. She soon ha
plenty for supper and breakfast
wherefore she abandoned that diver
sion and took to prying tentativel
IN the lee Of certain boulders o.
edge Of the creek-prospecting on he
own initiative, as 1t were. She had n
pan, and only one hand to work witt
but she knew gold when she saw it
and, after all, it was but an idl,
method of killing time.
In this search she came upon q
large. rusty pebble, Struggled on tn
downstream side of an overhangins
rock right at the waters edge. 1t al
tracted her first by its symmetrical
form, perfect oval; then, when sho
lifted it, by its astonishing weight
She continued her search for the pink
ish-red stones, carrying the rust
pebble along. Presently she workei
her way back to where Roaring Bill
Iabored prodigiously.
"Look at these pretty stones !
found" she said. "What are they
Bill?
"Those?" He looked at her out
stretched palm. "Garnets."
"Garnets7 They must be valuable
then" she observed,
Eyes, IL you can find any Of any
size. What's the other rocls?'' he in.
qlired casually. "You making a col
lection Of specimens?"
"That's just a funny stone found
she returned. ut must be iron OF
something. It's terribly heavy for Its
size
"Eh? Let me see it," he said.
She handed it over.
He weighed 1t in his palm, scruti-
nized it closely, turning II over and
over. Then he took out his knife and
scratched the rusty surface vigorously
for few minutes.
"Huhr" he grunted. Look at your
funny stone.'
He held it out for her inspection
The blade Of the knife had left dull
yellow scar.
"Ohi" she gasped. "why--it's
gold"
at is, woman" he detained, with
mock solemnity. eGold = glitterinl
/ goldi
| 'Say, where did you find this7" hi
asked when Hazel stared at the mug
! get, dumb In the face of this unex
| pected stroke Of fortune.
/ "Just around the second bend" SHE
cried. "Oh, Bill. do you suppose
there's any more there?"
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