American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1922-11-11

partner and l drilled hole In the
foot wall Of the stope where we were
working. hoping to find the rest of a
vein that was pinchlng out on us.
And we got this stun. Is It any goodf"
rs 1t good?' Again Old Under
tnker Chastine looked over his glasses.
That's Just the trouble. It's too
good--its so good that 1t seems there's
something funny about 1t. Son, that
stun assays within gram, almost,
Of the ore they're taking out Of the
Silver Queenr'
Whats that" Fairchild had leaped
forward and grasped the other man
by the shoulders, his eyes agleam, his
whole being trembling with excite.
ment. you're not kidding me about
It? You're sure-you're surer
boy. you've got a bonanza, II this
holds out. It's almost identical. I never
saw two samples Of ore that were
nore alike. Let's see. the Blue
Poppy's right up Kentucky gulch, not
20 very far away from the Silver
Queen. isn't it2 Then there must be
tremendous big vein concealed
around there somewhere that splits,
one half Of 1t running through the
mountain In one direction and the
other cutting through on the opposite
side. It looks like peaches and cream
for you, Son. How thick is IT."
II don't know. We just happened to
put drill In there and this is some
Of the scrapings."
"You haven't cut into 1t at all,
them"
"Not unless Harry. my partner, has
put In a shot since I've been gone"
swell, Son. now you can hurry back
and begin cutting into a fortune. II
that veins only four inches wide,
you've got plenty to keep you for the
rest Of your life. Run along"
And Faiychild "ran." Whistling and
happy, he turned out Of the ONCE Of
the Sampler and into the street, his
coat open, his big cap high on his
head, regardless Of the sweep Of the
cold wind and the fine snow that II
carried on its Icy breath. The wait
Ing Of months was over, and Fairchild
ut last was beginning to see his
dreams come true.
So this was the reason that Ro-
dame had acknowledged the value of
the mine that day In court This
was the reason for the mysterious
offer Of fifty thousand dollars and for
the later one Of nearly quarter Of q
million Rodaine had known; Ro-
dame had Information, and Rodaine
had been willing to pay to gain DOS
session Of what now appeared to be a
bonanza. But Rodaine had failed.
And Fairchild had won!
Woni But suddenly he realized that
there was a darkness about It all.
He had won money, It Is true. But
all the money In the world co6ld not
free him from the taint that had
been left upon him by q 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 II remove the stigma Of The
four charges against Harry, which
soon were to come to trial. and With
out q bit Of evidence to combat them.
Riches could do much-but they could
not aid In that particular. and some
what s0bered 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 II 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 car.
bide lamp which hung where he had
left It on the timbers. and start for
ward.
The odor grew heavier. Fairchile