Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1922-07-28

sating something within him that he
never before had known:
1T is the blood OF an adventurer."
And It seemed that Robert Fair
child needed no more than the knowl-
edge to feel the tingle OF II; the old
house suddenly became stufry and
| prlsonllke as he wandered through IL.
Again and again pounded through his
head the fact that only a night OF
travel interviewed between Indianapo-
lis and st. Louis; within twelve hours
he could be in the office OF Henry
Beamish. And then
A hurried resolution. A hasty pack
Ing Of travelling bag and the cashing
OF a check at the cigar store down on
the corner. A wakeful night while
the train clattered along upon its
| journey. At last:
| I'm Robert Falrchlld," he said, as
he faced white-haired, Cupid-faced
man In the rather dingy offices In the
Princess building A slow smile
spread over the pudgy features of the
genlal-appearing attorney, and he
waved fat hand toward the Offices
| extra chair.
"Sit down. Son." came casually.
Needn't have announced yourself.
I'd have known you-just like your ia
Their, Boy. How is he" Then his
face suddenly sobered. I'm afraid
your presence is the answer. Am I
| right?"
Fairchild nodded gravely The old
attorney stared out of the window to
the grlmy roof and signboards OF the
next building.
"Perhaps It's better So" he said at
last ibid he get any cheerler be-
fore-he went?"
mo. Afraid Of every step on the
veranda, of every knock at the door"
Again the attorney stared out of
the window.
"And you? Are you afraid7"
"Of what?"
The lawyer sailed.
II don't know. Only" and he
leaned forward-'it's just as though I
were living my younger days over
again this morning. II doesn't seem
any time at all since your father was
| ",
and CAD, Boy, how much you look like
he looked that morning. The same
gray-blue eyes. the same dark hair,
the same strong shoulders, and good,
manly chin, the same bulld-and look
Of determination about him. The call
of adventure was in his blood, and
he sat there all enthusiastic, telling
me what he intended doing and ask
Ing my advlce-although he wouldn't
have followed II II had given It..
Back home was baby and the woman
he loved, and out West was sudden
wealth, waiting for the right man to
come along and find It. Gad!" White
haired old Beamish chuckled with the
memory OF IL. "Then four years later"
the tone changed suddenly, r"he Game
back"
"What then?" Fairchild was on
the edge of his chair. But Beamlsh
only spread his hands.
"Truthfully. Boy, don't know.
have guessed-but l won't tell you
what. All know Is that your father
found what he was looking for and
was on the point of achieving his ev-
cry dream, when something happened
Then three men simply disappeared
from the mining camp, announcing
that they had failed and were going
to hunt new dlggings. That was all.
One Of them was your father"
But you said that he'd found"
silver, running twenty ounces to
the ton on an elght-inch vein which
gave evidences OF being only the be-
ginning of a bonanza know be-
cause he had written me that, a month
before"
"And he abandoned lt?"
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
the taxes on the mine for the next
twenty years. simply as his attorney
and without divulging his where
abouts. | did II. Eight years or so
later | saw him in Indianapolis. lie
gave me more enough Cor
eleven or twelve years"
And that was ten years agOY Rob
ert Fairchlld's eyes were reminiscent
II remember was only a kid. lie
sold Off everything he had, except the
house"
Henry Beamlsh walked 10 his safe
and fumbled there a 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 Falrchlld studied the re.
ceims carefully-futllely. They told
him nothing The lawyer stood look.
ing down upon him. at last he laid a
hand on his shoulder.
J Boy" came quickly, II know just
: about what you're thinking. I've spent
few hours at the same kind of job
myself. and I've called old Henry
Beamish more kinds of fool than
you can think of for not coming right
, out flat-fOoted and making Thornton
tell me the whole story. But some way
when I'd look into those eyes with the
fire all dead and ashen within them
and see the lines Of an old man in his
young face, just couldn't do II !"
! $50 you can tell me nOthingT
I'm afraid that's true-ln one way