The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-11-02

one half of 1T funni6g through fKe
mountain III Il direction and the
other cutting through on the opposite
side. H Ieoks like peaches and cream
Tor Fous son. How thick Iii it?'
n don't know. we lust happened ~
put q drill Id there and this III some
of the scrapings =
haven cut into It at all,
Their? m
Not unless Harry. my partner. has
put III d shot since I'VE been gone
We'll, Son, now You can hurry back
and begin cutting into a fortune. H
that veins only four inches wide,
you've got plenty TO keep YOU for the
rest of your life. Run along"
And Fairchild ..ran.ss Whistling and
happy, he turned out OF the office of
the Sampler and into the street, his
coat open, his big cap high on his
haad, regardless OF the sweep OF the
cold wind and the fine snow that 1t
carried on its ley breath. The wait
ing of months was over, and Fairchi1d
at last was beginning to see his
dreams come true. N
So this was the reason that Ro-
dame had acknowledged the value Of
the mine that day In COURT This
a the reason for the mysterious
offer of fifty thousand dollars and for
the later one of nearly a quarter of a
million! Rodaine had known; Ro-=
dame had Information and Rodaine
had been willing to pay to gain pos
session of what now appeared to be a
bonanza. But Rodaine had failed.
And FairchiId had won! ia.
Won! But suddenly he realized that
there was a darkness about it all.
He had won money, 1T is true. But
all the money In the world could not
free him from the faint that had
been left upon him by a coroner's
investigation, from the hint that still
remained in the recommendation of
the grand jury that the murder of
Sissie Larsen be looked into further.
Nor could it remove the stigma of the
four charges against Harry, which
soon were to come to trial, and with
ool q o1t VI CFlOCutc W CoIuDht IHSIll.
Riches could do much-but they could
not aid in that particular, and some
what sobered by the knowledge, Fair
child turned from the main road and
on up through the high-piled snow
to the mouth of the Blue Poppy mine.
A faint acrid odor struck his nos
trils as he started to descend the
shaft, the perfume" of exploded
dynamite, and it sent anew into Fair
child's heart the excitement and in
tensity of the strike. Evidently Harry
had shot the deep hole, and now, there
in the chamber, was examining the
result, which must, by this time, give
some idea of the extent of the ore and
the width Of the vein. A moment more
and he: had reached the bottom. to
leap from the carrier, light his ar
bide lamp which hung where he had
left it on the timbers, and start for
ward.
The odor grew heavier. Fairchild
held his light before him and looked
far ahead, wondering why he could
Ao$ Z ebO SACdh lloI4 LluAly . dLlHs
He shouted. There was no answer,
and he went on.
Fifty feet! Seventy-ive feet! Then
he stopped short with a gasp. Twisted
and torn before him were the timbers
of the tunnel, while muck and refuse
lay everywhere, A cave-in-anotheI
cave-in-at almost the exact spot
where the one had occurred years be-
fore, shutting off the chamber from
communication with the shaft, tearing
and rending the new timbers which
had been placed there and imprison-
ing Harry behind them!
! Fafrchild shouted again and again,
only gaining for his answer the ghost
like echoes of his own voice as they
Travelled to the shaft and were thrown
back again. He tore off his coat and