The Raymer enterprise., 1922-10-12
They turned for the mouth Of the

muck, the torch extIngulshed now. A
moment of watchfulness from the
cover of the darkness, then Harry
pointed. On the opposite hill, the fig-
ure Of a man had been outlined for
Just second. Then he had faded.
And with the disappearance Of the
watcher. Harry nudged his partner in
the ribs and went forth into the
brighter light. An hour more and
they were back In town. Harry
reached for his mustache again.
go on down to Mother 'Oward's. :"
he commanded. "rve got to wander
around and say 'owdy to what's left
OF the fellows that was ere when I
was. It's been twenty years since I've
been away. you know" he added. "and
the shaft can wait
Fairchlld obeyed the instructions.
looking back over his shoulder as he
walked along toward the boarding
house, to see the big figure Of his com.
panion lettering up the street. on the
beginning OF his homecoming tour.
The blocks passed. FalrchIld turned
through the gate of Mother Howard's
boarding house and went to his room
to await the call for dinner. The
world did not look exceptionally
good TO him; his brilliant dreams had
not counted upon the decay Of more
than a quarter Of q century, the slow.
but sure dripping Of water which had
seeped through the hills and made
the mine one vast well. instead Of the
free open gateway to riches which he
had planned upon. An hour Of thought
and Fairchild ceased trying to look
into the future, 0beyIng instead, the
InsIstent changing Of the dinner bell
from downstairs. Slowly he opened
the door of his room, trudged down
the staIrcase-then stopped In bewll-
derment. Harry stood before him, In
all the splendor that miner can
know.
He had bought a new suit, brilliant
blue, almost electric in its fashiness.
nor had he been careful as to style.
The cut OF the trousers was somewhat
along the lines Of fifteen years be-
fore, with their peg tops and heavy
cuffs. Beneath the vest, glowing.
watermelon-pink shirt glared forth
from the protection Of purple tie.
A wonderful creation was on his head,
dented in four places. each separated
with almost mathematical precision.
Below the cuffs Of the trousers were
bright tan. bump.toed shoes. Harry
was a complete picture Of sartorial
elegance. according to his own dreams.
What was more. to complete II all.
upon the third finger Of his right hand
was diamond. Dubious and yellow
and throwing of a dull radiance like
the glow Of burnt-out arc light: full
Of flaws, 1t Is true. of color to great
degree. but a diamond nevertheless.
And Harry evidently realized II.
"Ain't I the cuckoo!" he doomed. as
Fairchild stared at him. "Aint II I
'ad to ave outfit. and
ut might as well be now!" he psrl
APPRAISED. to the tune Of the age
whitened sextette from "Floradora."
And look at the sparkler! Look
at IT,"
"But-but how did you do itT came
gaspingly. II thought"
"Installments! the Cornlshman
burst out. "Ten per cent down and
the rest when they catch me. Install
ments" He jabbed forth a heavy
finger and punched Fairchlld In the
ribs. "Where's Mother 'Oward7 Won't
| knock 'er eyes out?'
Fairchild laughed-he couldn't help
It-in spite OF the fact that FIVE huu-
dred dollars might have gone a long
way toward unwaterlng that shaft.
Harry was Harry-he had done enough
In crossing the seas to help him. And
already, in the eyes Of Falrchild.
Harry was swiftly approaching that
place where he could do no wrong.
You're wonderful, Harry" came at
last. The Cornlshman puffed with
pride.
I'm a cuckoo" he admitted.
"Where's Mother 'Oward1 Where's