The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-28

but mention you for a week or more. He didn't, however, mention before that you had saved his life. Have l missed something? ordinarily don't!"
 Carolee blushed.
 NO! No, Miss Blake. There was a little-trouble; a misunder- standing in a store. Nothing real ly."
 "Uhm hum, I get it. You're both secretive about it! But I warn you young lady, always learn the de- tails of SteW's love affairs in the end -always! Go ahead and pretend; :; I'm going home, anyway" She laughed in a friendly manner and turned her horse.
 Stuart was suddenly serious.
 "No, Nina" he commanded. Stop! We are going riding!" T have been riding for an hour, old buckskin. My legs are jittery with soreness. I shan't be able to walk for week. If you want the cold truth, I was looking for a chance to be rid of you so I could return to my hammock. Miss Golfer, you're the victim. Poodle oo!"
 She was gone before anybody could protest again. Stuart laughed aloud and Carolee smiled. They rode on together.
 You mustn't pay any attention to Ninan," he begged, she's really great kid"
 T have brothers,' Carolee an- sWered.
 "Yes. I seem to remember!"
 The girl remained silent at that, and her face sobered little. But Stuart broke her threatened change of mood by more laughter It was hard to remain angry at Stuart Blake, ever.
 But say!" he jabbed the words at her, its great to find you here, no fooling! I've been looking and looking. You don't mind?" Y.
 No, of course I don't. I wanted a chance to thank you for the CdLluy, dlly way. Alt1lOu6Al vOu DIlOulO not have sent it."
 You were swell! But say, you haven't told me where to find you!"
 Right here see, on Chieftain. Look. I waved his tail"
 "Yes, I know, but where are you living?"
 Carolee didn't answer for mo- ment, and her smile was gone now. She looked far down the trail, and patted her horse, before she spoke.
 T had orders not to tell. But I can't see that it matters, myself. I don't like trying to hide"
 Orders, Miss Colter?"
 " well, yes. From Father. MT. Blake, you have never lived around our kind of people, have you?"
 It was Stuarts turn to be silent now. He was frankly mystified by her reply. He changed his tact.
 Say, listen," he suddenly spoke again. I'm going to call you by your first name. If you'll tell me what it is"
 Its Carolee."
 "Beautiful!" Stuart's admiration was genuine. But where were you riding? Out looking for the lost mine?"
 The girl laughed, then was ser- ious.
 No. Father and the boys do that. I'm = I'm like you. guess. don't much believe in it. And yet, sometimes I wonder. There seems to be considerable proof"
 Why is the mine lost, Caro- lee? Who lost it?"
 'The Dutchman. Old Jacob Walz. Didn't you know? He was an eccentric old proSpector, Father says. People tried to track him into the mountain and steal his ore, so one day he concealed the mine shaft and came to Phoenix. He said he would wait until people lost interest in his property. But he died rather suddenly, without revealing the mines location"
 "Whew! hadn't heard that The Lost Dutchman Mine see. But weren't there Spaniards, and IndianS?"
 Yes, long before the Dutch man. Come on = let's explore this gulch. Look how bronzed the cliffs arei"
 She turned Chieftain to the left and the other horse followed. The