American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1922-07-22

"SIlver. running twenty ounces .,
the ton on an eight-inch vein which
gave evidences Of being only the be-
ginning OF a bonansal know. be-
GAUGE he had written me that. month
before"
"And he abandoned tr'
He'd forgotten what he had writ.
ten when saw him again. I didn't
question him. He went home then,
after giving me enough money 10 pay
~ tnxND on the mine for the next
oen0 years, slnply ~ his attorney
and without divulsins biz whsre-
abOuts. did Il. Eight years or %
Inter ] saw him In Indianapolis. He
gave me more moneys enough for
eleven or twelve years"
"And that was ten years agor Rob
ert Fairchild's eyes were reminiscent.
Il remember was only q kid. He
sold or everything he had, except the
house"
Henry Beamish walked to his safe
and fumbled there q moment, to re-
turn at last with few slips Of paper
Here's the answer" he said Qui.
city, "the taxes are paid until 1922"
Robert Fairchild studied the re-
ceipts carefully -futilely. They told
him nothing. The lawyer stood look.
Ing down upon him at last he laid Q
hand on his shoulder.
Boy" came quickly. ~ know Just
about what you're thinking. I've spent
"A few hours at the same kind Of Job
myself, and I've called old Henry
Besmish more kinds Of fool than
you can think Of for not coming right
out ast:loo!sd aud making Thornton
tell me the whole story. But soms way
when "a look Into t5Qss eyss With PIG
fire all dead and ashen wlthIn them,
and see the lines Of an old man lp his
young face, just couldn't do III"
SO you .can tel! me nothing"
I'm afraid that's tr1e--ln one way.
a. another I'm fund Of Information.
Tonight you and I will 20 to Indian
apolls and probate the Willis simple
enough; I've had II In my safe for ten
years. After that. YOU become the
owner OF the Blue Poppy mine. to do
with ms you choose"
"But--"
Don't ask my advice, Boy. !
haven't any. Your father told me
what to do II you decided to try your
luck-and silver's at Sl.29. II means
lot OF money for anybody who can
produce pay ore--unless what he said
about the mine pinching out was
true"
Again the thrill OF new thing
went through Robert Fairchlld's veins,
something he never had felt until
twelve hours before; again the urge
for strange places. new scenes, the
fire of the hunt after the hidden
wealth of sllver-seamed hills. Robert
Fairchild's life had been Flooding
thing Of books and accounts Of high
desks which as yet had failed to stoop
his shoulders. of stuffy offices which
had been thwarted so far In their grip
~ his lung power; the long walk In
the morning and the tired trudge
honeward ut night. But the recoIl
had not exerted Itself against an Office
cramped brain, dusty fedger-filled
life that suddenly felt itself crying
out for the free open country, without
hardly knowing what the term meant.
Old Beamish caught the light In the
eyes, the quick contraction Of the
hands. and smiled.
"You don't need 10 tell me. Son."
he said slowly. II can see the symp-
toms. You've got the feyer--you're
going back TO work that mine. Per
hnps," and he shrugged his shoulders,
ITS Just as well. But there are GER
tain things TO remember"
shame them"
Continued sext weekJ