Mohave County miner and our mineral wealth., 1922-06-30

ing 1t Introduces the hea rer to his daosf-' tersBarbara"as her cousin. Erskine Dale. time but living in Virginia, and that is all they were-save that the flower of liberty was growing faster in the pew-world soil.
 EngIishmen called 1t the Good Land," and found 1t most plentiful, rweet. wholesome. and fruitful of all others" The east was the ocean; Florida was the south: the north was Nova Francia, and the west unknown. Only the shores touched the interior, which was an untraveled realm of fairpr fruits and flowers than in Eng land; green shores, majestic forests and blue mountains filled with gold and jewels And the feet of all who had made history had trOd that broad path to the owners heart and home.
 Down it now came a little girl-the flower of all those dead and gone and her coming was just as though one of the flowers about her had stepped from its gay company on one or the other side of the path to make through them dainty. triumphal march as the fairest of them all. At the dial she paused and her impa. tient hue eyes turned to bend of the yellow river for the first glimpse of a gay barge that soon must come At the wharf the song of negroes rose as they unlOaded the boat just from Richmond. She would go and see fl there was not package for her moth. CT and perhaps present for herself so with another look to the river bend she turned. but she moved no farther. Instead, she gave little gasp, in which there was no fear. though what Tshe saw was surely startling enough 10 have made her wheel in flight. In stead. she gaZed steadily into pair of grave black eyes that were fixed on her from under green branch that overhung the footpath. and steadily she searched the figure standing there, from the coonskin cap down the fringed hunting-shirt and fringed brooches to the mOccasined feet. And Still the strange figure stood arms folded. mOtionless and silent. Neither the attitude nor the silence was quite pleasing. and the girls supple slender ness stiffened her arms went rigidly Yto her sides, and naughty little snap sent her undimpled chin upward.
 "Who are you and what do you wantf"
 It was new way for a woman to speak to a man; he in turn was not pleased, and gleam in his eyes showed it.
 q am the son of king"
 She started to laugh, but grew pug zled, for she had the blood of Poca- hOntas herself.
 You are an Indian?"
 He shook his head, scorning to ex- plain. dropped his rife to the hollow of his arm. and, reaching for his belt where she saw the buckborn handle of hunting-knife, came toward her, but she did not finch. Drawing a let ter from the belt, he handed it to her. It was so worn and soiled that she took it daintily and saw on 1t her fathers name. The boy waved his hand toward the house far up the path.
 He live here?"
 You wish to see him?'
 The boy grunted assent. and with shock of resentment the little lady started up the path with her head very high indeed. The boy slipped nOiselessly after her. his face un- moved, but his eyes were darting right and left to the flowers, trees. and bushes, to every fitting strange bird, the gray streak of a scamperng squir- 7rel. and what he could not see his ears took in-the clanking chains of warehouses, the whir of quail, the screech of peacock. the songs of negroes from far-Off fields.
 On the porch sat gentleman in powdered wig and knee-breeches, who, lifting his eyes from a copy of The Spectator to give an order to negro servant, saw the two coming, and the first look of bewilderment on his fine face gave way to tolerant smile. He asked no question, for a purpose very decided and definite was plainly Nbringing the little lady on, and he would not have to question. Swiftly she ran up the steps her mouth prim- ly set, and handed him letter.
 "The messenger is the son of king"