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swept entirely away from them by a
bank failure. Their son had come to
BurrelL He was only a poor clerk
in a store there, but he invited them
to join him. Alas! when they got to
Burrell they found he had died of a
malignant fever. All he had to leave
them was the rtode cabin and ten
acres of surrounding land. There
was a digging at one end of it, where
in his spare time the son had at
tempted to penetrate the surface
crust on the strength of a wandering
prospector telling him that there
Leonie supported her-old friends
She did this by baking bread sim
ple, sweet and wholesome homemade
bread. There were perhaps 50 inde
pendent miners who lived in the vi
cinity. They kept backelor's hall and
were only too willing to pay 25 cents
for a daily loaf. This meant a de
pendable income, but Leonie felt bad
ly because it did not give the old
folks the comforts they deserved.
She devoted her leisure to wander
ing over the range in search of some
overlooked bed of richness. This
was how she came to be in the old
abandoned mine that day.
"If I were a man," she reflected,
as she went homeward, "and had the
Strength, I'd stick to the old digging
on the home lot I'd bore and shovel
until I got results if, I went clear to
China! Oh, dear! When I see the
dear old folks just pining away for
the old home life in the east I almost
go wild at my helplessness."
There was a little "garden sass"
patch behind the cabin and Leonie
attended to this. She was hoeing
some sweet corn rows next morning
when a stranger passed. He halted
at sight of her.
"Young lady," he said, lifting his
cap politely, "I am to meet some men
at the Wenatchee mine this morning.
Can you tell me where to find it?"
In an instant Leonie surmised this
must be the prospective victim of the
fellows who had salted the mine.
The stranger was a young man, well ,
dressed, handsome in face, and the
respectful manner in which he ac-
costed her pleased Leonie.
"I think I could tell you something
to your advantage if you are looking
for an investment in the property
you name," said Leonie, after a brief
moment of reflection.
"Indeed!" smiled, the young man.
"It would be gratefully received, for
I am what they call a tenderfoot." .
Leonie recited her experience of
the day preceding. The young man
became grave and thoughtful.
"I thank you for your warning,"
he said earnestly, "and I don't think
those men will sell me the Wenat
chee mine. I am open for any prom
ising gold prospect, though," he
The salters never learned who had
steered their victim away from their
evil clutches, but Leonie saw more
of Shelby Roberts, the young man
looking for investments for his uncle
in the east. Somehow a sweet wild
rose in the wilderness, Leonie had
appealed to him. She greeted him
as an agreeable acquaintance as the
days went on. He learned her his
tory and was interested.
, One morning Leonie was leaving
the house when a bronzed, bearded
great bear of a fellow arose from the
doorstep, where he had been seated.
"Beg pardon, miss," he said in his
rough way, "but I was just resting.
I was an old pal of Ben Dorsey and
was shocked last evening when I
heard he was dead. I thought I'd
drop by the old place here on my
way over the range and take a look
at the prospect Dorsey expected
such great returns from."
"You mean the digging back of
the house?" inquired Leonie.
"Just that There's richness lying
under the soil and not far down,
either. I told Dorsey that the first
time he showed me the croppings."
Then the old miner went on his
way. it was quite natural mat l-
bnie should mention the circum
stances to Mr. Roberts. It was dou-