Idyl, the girl miner; or, Rosebud Rob on hand

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Idyl, the girl miner; or, Rosebud Rob on hand
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Wheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton) 1854 or 5-1885
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Copyr ight lS'i!l-1605, by Bead l e & Adams. Entered at Pos t omce, New York, N. Y., as second class matter. Mar. 15, No. 18 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO. Cleveland, Ohio Vol. II IOYL, THE GIRL MINER; or, ROSEBUD ROB ON HAND. o .r. EDWARD L. W.flEELER .I gsntst" cried Simmonds. bri8kl v. One, two, tllrll r. 'l'.he .word h9ol scarcely bla oni koivea le. t the llallds of tlle .dllOlillcs ud 01l!lnoualy tbrougli thll llir


r flopyrlght 187!HB84, by Beadle & A d ams. Entered at Pot Otllce, New York N. Y., as econd class matter. Mar. 15, No. is THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO. e1cveland, O hio Vo l. II IDYL, THE GIRL MINER; or ROSEBUD ROB ON HANll BY EDWARD L. WHEELER. "'fteady, gents?" cried Si!"monds. "One. two, three!" The word had scarcely P.USe9 b!s lips, ere the knives left the hands of the due1!sts and went whizzing ominously through the air.


ldyl, the Girl Miner; OR, ROSEBUD ROB ON HAND. Rosebud Rob Novels, No, 2. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER AUTHOR Or.' u DEADWOOD DICK" NOVELS, "ROSEBUD ROB NOVELS, ETC., l.''l'C. CHAPTER I. THE SPORT AND TEIE HAiUP:S1'ER-THE UNKNOWN. THE ope ning is in Hayward Citya notable !Diniog-town, which un irs share to\vard making for the Black Hills country a reputation and notoriety second to none in the world as a district of mineral wealth an1 picturesque sc, :.nery, and wit'.1 the mo3t motley group of ci 1 izens withln the scope of a continent. We conduct th e r eader into a strange sc3ne with in the walls :>1 au establihment known asttle "Full Hand 11-a11 e uormouq b:l.od. manufactured of wood, holding a pack of carJs. and hung above the en trance the pl its n une. It waQ exc lnsi vely a gambling den. run upon a large scale. No liquors were sold within the walls, an-ibi! one lrmg p'lrlor, which was handsomely carpeted and the walls hung with file pictures. The tables and chairs were all t!:ie best ol their kind, and everything about the apartment was sng!\'estive of elegance. It i s eveuin;. and about the marble-top marbles Uilller the brilliant lamp-ct-ianrl:eliers, are .. rei men of all a-; es ; hut it is noticoablethatall arequi t i and moreover, genPrally well-dreslie1. Many. by their a t tir--, are e rners, while otb3rR. at a. gfanc3, are children of the Western phins or mountains. O .ie ti rnrof the thron'l" attNcted special attention-tila.t o f a wornrrn in attire. Ev9rl'b'>dY kno1vs a1vl rec1gnizes her by a nod, as sbe sauntrs about; in c leed. it mu3t be a sr range-in the co mtry of go!J who bM not seen or, at least, heard of tin twin dare'levils-C:tlamity Jane and Baltimore Bss. It was htt9r whQ was now saunterin5 abo11t the pirlor of the Full H'1.nd, watching now and then the different gam,, s, or the votaries thereof. She s before a table where two men are playin'( poker, anJ looks on complacentlv A glance tells her that tbev are etr rngers in tb.e mines. The one is a yonn:? fellow of p 'rhans twenty-five years-a brawuv. stalwart son of 'the West, whose limbs of iron and 1nuscle. H e was cln.d iu a hunting-suit of some coarse dark stu!f. li3enlly fringed with rur of the mink, while knea-hoo t. a bet or and a black flouch hat re all well-cast; the eyes wer' as black as j t, wit h a sbrewn, wild light in ghnce; and a pointed mustache, and long h'lir that swept the shoulders, were of a corre sponding hue The mm'.; companion wa a florid, fat-facer! incli vidual. wic:h, colorl ... ss eyes, and a aut pair of u which ever and anon be stMked complacenttv. His cloth in;:; was all of thP finest taxture and cut; his shi t-front immaculate, nn. d with a'l0ccasion,' 'Var thA Yank's reply. u How so?' the Brit ag'in asked, in surprise. 'Ohl thet's easy enufl'. Thet picter hung np in an English sick room, ar' a werry expressi"e em b lem. Ye know thar nevyer war n f eller as made John Bull mnccr icker then thet same Oecrge o' hatchet fame I' An' t bet's my exact iolea I concludoo Bess amid-roars of laughter from the bystanders. The Spaniard also smi l ed. as he noted his oppo nent bit bis lips. The game went on and the Spaniard lost at everr turn, while the Englishman smiled and stroked his beard with the grandiloquent manner of a conquf'r or. "Tba game is min e Sir Spaniard." he said, raktl:le pile with a fiounsh "You are broke, "You have nil mv money," the Spaniard replied bitterly. "I was a fool to wrestle against fate But it is no time to back out now. I mnst have money. It is not mine. but Berenice's. Will any ore 101"1 mo ten dollars to turn the game?" There was no response. None were there, evidently, who Clired to back the gambler. "You had a boy with you a Pit arro Just for the novelty of the thing;-put him up," the Englishman said. with a strange glittPr in hi eyes. "He is a pert-looking lad, and I'll offset him with a hundred dollars." The Spaniard sarted violenly. end shut his teeth together savagPJy. A terrible spell seemed to he working upon him. His cht!st heaved, and bis breath came sharp and qnick. "Curse you!" he gac;ped, witb a shurldPr "You have it all your own wav. lf I lose-what then!" "Why, naturally, I have the boy. What I win I m a e it a point to keep. Com ... dPcide at once. If ynn wish to risk the ho.v. out him un anrt win hack what you have Jost-if you can. Otherwise, I'll bid yon a pleasant good-ni ght." The Spanial"cl howed his head upon bis hands, a moment, evidently struggling with the tempta tion. Then. a moment later, he rose to his feet. Ms duky face and stern. and a terriblP gli tter in his eyes, '18 be gs.zed at thq Enn my ,, There was a pathos in the tone of fr.e 'PPakH that hnpre"sed the bvstanderR deeply, and they !!' Pred ahout the table, of one accord, with bate.:! brPath tu watch. Giving a peculiar whistle, the Spaniard <'lll'd to his side the wager h e was to make against h'. OPP' neut-a bright-faced, sunny-haired little 1'o.Y of JI'"


Idyl, the G irl Miner. a or six years, who 'l'as clad in trowsers and jacket, with tiny top-boots upon bis feet, and a small fur cap u pon his wavy golden hair. A sweet little fellow be was, and a murmur of ad miration escaped the lookers-on as the Spaniard raised him upon bis knee. "Gentlemen I" the Spaniard said "Tam about to risk my littl e son upon a (?ame of chance. My name is the same name that, years ago, threw the south western gold mines into a phrensy of excitement, and I am the son of the noted road-rider, whose name I bear-Jorquin Mmite !" A low murmur ran through the room, and curious glances were leveled upon the Junior .Joaquin: for there were men in the den who 11ad lived in the days cf the senior, and had bad dealings with him tbat caused bis dark face ever to be in their eyes. After a moment, Joaquin. Jr. went on: I am going to risk my son, in order that I may win back tbat which was intrusted to my care by a loving wife Little Pet." and the man looked into the pretty up-turned foce of 1 is child, with a tear glistening in either .-ye-" Little Pet, do vou unde r stand? If I Jose this game, that man across tbe table owns you, and wi'.l takeyou away from me and mam1na!'' A startle d, scared look came over the face of the chil d. as be regarded the English i:ameste1 through bis bi(? blue eyes. He did not >eem to understand the full meaning of the words-it was more his child ish fear of strangers which caused him to blanch. "Come!" the gambler said, crisply "If you are goingto play. drop the toy, and deal the paste boards. l 1 ave other business to attend to, to night I" J oaquin bis child twice upon the forehead and then stood him up on tloor by his side. He turned to the game, like one moved by me chanism. The crowd about the tabl e bad increased in num bers, and all stood with silent interest to "atch the game. Baltimore Be,,g raised Little Pet up in her arms. "Ye purty little picterl" she murmured, stroking back th<' soft sunny hail'. So tbey're goin' ter gamble you off, eh? Et's a b lasted shame, an' ef I know it Baltimore B es s 'IJ be around ter purtect you. Do vou l ove mamma, Pet?" "I love mamma and pApa?" the little fellow said, throwing his arms about her neck. "And I l ove you too!" Something like a tear came into Bess's [ eye, b u t she quick l y brusb!'Cl it away. '.i'he S?"nmP wa" now opened. The Englishman was cool. confident. The Spaniard was nervous, and trembl e d visib l y, although h e endeavored to shake off his agita tion. Re was conscious that all eyes were upon him concious that he was loing that which, next to a lov ing wif e, hP held deitrest to his heart. At last. he threw down the r nly card in his hand, and staggered to bis feet, with a itaso. While the cool cynic a l voice of the Britisher said: "I am the winner. sir. and the boy is min e!' toon1'7 Jieve I coulrl chnnge my luck I" A bush of death prevailed within the room. Every eye was turned upou 1 be Spllniard. His face bad grown strnnitely white, bis limbs seeme d momentarily paralyzed; he reeled like one 1n a state of intoxication. "The bov i mine I" r Ppeated the winnn, a spice ot the mnlidous in his tone. as h e glanced at the in nocent child. "You nee

Idy!, the Girl Miner. Lord !Ji-,vendl3h defiantly, as he seized Joa qltin's terrified child, and raised him in his arms. "Don't fear that the child will suffer harm by being in my poss ession!" he said, moving toward the door. Au r & vr,ir, all 1" He trn 3 d t o make bis exit, but in doing so, ran fairly a ,ainst an individual who bad just entered. "Awl I say, i t's d euced unkind of you to mistakfl for a ba.t t e rino: -ram. Aw! Who is the awful swell, anyhow?,, and an eye glass was pois e d in front of the u e 'w-come1"s left optic, whil e he surveyed the Eni;l ishman critically. Hi:; lord ship h'l.Cl also stepped back 11 p ace in order to sc!l.n the d nilifieJ character, with whom he nad collided. For the individual in question was made up on de cidedl y dandyish princip1 e s, to say the Hh immaculate white sliirt <>nd vest, and his fashionably cut clothing were all of t -he best mate rial, while the polished silk hat, a flaming red neck tie, a ponderous gohi chain strung s averal times across his 'Vest, a liber .l display of flashing jewelry, and a ca ie to S>Y nothing of the ex quisitely titting patent-leathers upon his f "ot, w ere tbe general items of his outfit Evidently the EnJ?lish lord was in a degree startled by the apparition, for he completed his survey with a contemptous humph. Who in the name of the queen are you?" he de manded, sharply. "Hello! by all ther wildcats thet evyA r cha wed mother-in-laws Ef I don't know that lfallus galoot, rnay I nover be ca.lied a man o tber peeple. Et's Rosebud Rob, the Sport, an' l'll bet my chips on it. you bet. Hyar, old pa.rd, j11st lend us yer paw w'ile I wring ther grip out o' et I" "Aw, is that you, B 'ssee?" the Sport aid, shaking hands With the girl. "Glad to see you I But, awl I SJt by Jovel who is the individual who bumoed "Ila.wr ;;_;w :<>on. ye know, Rossy? That's the galoot who sets hli.:::\Self up ter b e a, lord uv creation. Cavendish is his ::u.:i. ) He do lull' like a caven sort o' dish, don't he, : "Awl" the Spo;.t f!(; 'U., with a grand sniff. "A m ost deucedly msolent i)UJ:'ny-ahl 'pon honor; a cross between the -w:: and the-the coyote -ah! fi: ha! Good ioke. eM Deucadly pointed ;oke!" ,. "What rcuse my i15norance pertaining to Eng!isn blood. A 111 you are 0 deucedly clever, my lord, wtui.t do yuL say to tak' !l&' a. S?ull-:--jnst for, you 'iee ?' .llld m hm h tnds h e dahdy spor. bi;.,, ):-th' of revolvers. Uavendish saw thorn-saw t!Jat matters uac. 'n outlook for him, ind v.ith a C'All'Se, he sei.z-,Q in his and left tht1 --.lJ:' OHA PT l!!::l,li. THE HERMIT OF CA.SCA.DE C=rY-EYL. ,A.i.t;11 miles to tho nort.h a u d w-est o f Ifayward : J iby, the mountain wilds, was cne o f those il! dd1;n vall e ys, s o many of which have puzzled the of Jenny's expedition, as in many instan ces they closely resemble each other. 'l'ha mouth of the one in Question at its southern ext.r emity, was narrow, a rid choked with dense '!TUWths oi' chapa;Tal, mid v ery few would have iampacted the existence othe valley, or have att o penetrnte into i t Beyond the chaparral on no;:tbwa!'d clearing up of timber and be gl""13V an<'.l lev el at the bottom, from whence s lon e d up iilto and emc .. 0 _ into mo1J.ntaius J:..: ?. !-...U.OSti-:oerpendicular rock. The va.11t1y vas seve"" ;:.iC:. i:.iaJy -ond, I ed in the face 11 large waterfn 11. or casca

Idyl. the Girl DifnE>.-. I l'llan sitting in under the willow, by the door. Hur-' 1ab I l 'll strike for him, as rnre as my name is Tom Somerset-with a S.r at the extreme fore-part of it!" .A.nd, t111e to bis word, the young tourist started ufl' on a swift stride toward the cabin, which was :everal hundred yards away. .A.she approached the cabin, be perceived tbat,-t had a h o me-Hk e appearance. A door and a coupe o! windows fronto d w estward, and a portico shadowed the door, while over all towered a large willow. .A. little J>('hbled patb ran down to the edge of the stream, and on either side was bordered by beds of cultivated flowers. which sent forth a delici ous per fumP. Back of 1b0 cabin WM a well-kept garden, boasting of pota1 oe s, cabb!ll'e, corn, and many other products of eastern gardens, and everywhere were neatness and thrift. Under the willow-tre P in a great rustic arm-cbafr. sat an old man-a crip1,le, evidently, as a pair of cru.rches lay upon the ground by bis side, watched ovn by au ugly-looking canine companion, of a de cided bulldog appe>trauce The man was thin and emaciated in form and face, with a hollow look about the eye s, aud a sunkennes of tht> cheeks, that btspoke the working of disPase. His hair w a s snowy white, but of b eard he had none. .A.s fot his garments they were of the commonest n 1aterial, bul, at the same time, clean and unpa cbed. As Torn S omneet a.npr oached in bis fre e graceful striae, the old m n n nttempte d to rise, but sunkoack with a asp o f exha ustion. "F'rav do n o t be nl a1wed !,, Eir Tom Eaid. reas suringly. u-I j av'\ n r t comp to do you harm, but. rathe r, to your hospitality, for a f e w days, f o r which I will pay lib erally." "Who you?" the old man demanded, snspi cionsly eyin g th e barone t with a keen g a ze "Why bavP com p h r r c? 44 V o r 1'!lrl l 1ad J e t n 1e ftSSUrf' :r-ou,,, S o rner tnl;in g a f:;1' n t upo n 1hf" rork. v d oorstep. r m an En..,.lish t o urh=-t. who. in company with an other cornp nnio n. hrs b e n cloincthe An1e rican c o n tin e nt. Eind the si ghts Y estP rday. I stari:ed cff in d i r rptin n in P P m ch of f!" ld, J?rtme o r any r hat. mil"J'ht_tf'n r l to int.e rPst mf". And it turP S 0t th.t T 1ig h t clo w n into t h is lovely r e treP.t "ThC"n y"'u like the ri"'tnrr? thP cripple demand ed, w aYi:' g 11i s haiicl a h ou t him, with an expression of prile tti) n h i grizz1ecl f Patures-" .i-ou lik e it? M ost c e r tni uly. Any one with ha If an eye f o r bee11ty <'O lllrl c!o no les than pay Nature nu ad, tribute in recognition of the loYeliness of rpot." Th e entbus f a tic spCP<'h 0f the young stranger seeme'l to banis h any prejudices the old man may hAVf'\ had "Wf:f't. i s your nam e y oung man?" he dernand Pci. u ffr Th omas Romcrsf't, R t servif'<>-usnnny al'b!'e l'iat cl to plain Tom S o m e r set, as I am, in no par1i<'ular. pr011r l o f My titk." ' 'Ili a t at J r "'c-. t good sense on your pnrt." the C'ther r ,.p]ied. r.,rne i" Abbey-Jason Ab b e y, thougl 1 b y thC' frw w ho l!0v e e v 0 r visited me here I nm 1-1 own as O l d Elk, tho H ermit." u :-n u ha.vC' lived h e r e J o n g sir? b etter than a babe, I camP With my child and with my G d, I have led a blessed life, and have been for happier than I should have bee11, bad I not come!" But, how have you been able to maintain self, all these years in what is yet literally a howling wilderness?'' "Until within a year past, T have been in l!'Ood health. and gained a living with my rifle, and such as I could raifie with my little spot of j!'arden. S nce I have become a.ftlict c d with consump tion and the rheumatism, my cb\ld has ta.ken my p1ace." "How old is your son?" My son? ha I ha I I never was blessed with a son. Idll is a ?,irl." 'ldytT' "Yes. Does the name strike you as being peculiar?" "l admit that it does," Sir Tom re'plied. "I can't say I .hat I ever beard a name applied to wo-man so odd cigar". while I exrlored the rnountair s ru1u enjoyed their wondrously fine scen e r:vl Old Elk bowed his bead fcrward upC'n his hands, and was silent for several mornPnts. He seemed to be trying to recall which bad been fami liar to him in the pas t, but bud grown dim and indis tinct, "Yott say y our name is S omerset?" b e at last inte1-roj!'o t e d looking up. "I once kne w of the Somer s e t s of Derbyshire-" "You the n knew my father. no doubt," Sir Torn r e piled,,_: for he Jiv p d wh e n y o u must have. b een born. His n ame was Sir Gerald." The old ma.n shook bis h ead with a smile. It mig l t have b een, but my m emory has so d'e, serte,; regarde d, not as a c tranger, l ut a s a son to y c u. "Yes, there W "re deep a.nd strong causes-and many of them. OnP. I was tired of sin and the sin ning; an un Eeen _hand pointed out to me the quiet pooce of this life, ancl with my child, then but little "Tf you n ed nssistnnce or n1oney-" "Hal ha! you \voukl off ermemoney,cb1" iheold man chuckled, a.s if there was something amusing


Idyl., the Girl Miner. to him in the simple idea. "Why, young man, 1 dare say I am worth more to-day tb!Ln you, with all your titles and lordly estates I You see those claims down the valley yonder, wbicll. appear as if they bad never been more than staked oil'. Well, sir, I have w orked them patches of sand for eii:tht long yearswashed out the gold grain s, and boarded them away ln amoun"" which would make your eyes sparkle My riches are buried w h ere no one but myself can ever fin d them. withou t directions from me." "But how, pray, coulJ you have worked so tang in one or m o r e o f sand? There mu, t be a bottom where the r e is no golj." "I'll tell ;you the secret." the old man said, in a whispe r Every new muon the wate r of the cas cade increase s in volume and washes through the valley, in some places overflowing the banks by t"o feet. WhP,n the flo o d has suboided, those spots where the water overtlvwed are covered with golden sand s." "Abb.yes I I see. So, when you wash out one for tune, t e tide brings you another." 0Exactly." Well. you have indeed a I s there no quartz ore in the immediate vicinity o f this vallev that woulrl pay better than this surface dirt?" Sir Tom asked. "None at all. The quartz formation abruptly ends many miles from h e r e and. also, there is no fairly paying surface dirt until you strike this valley. Con sequently, few but bunt"rs enter here." I suppose you have to bribe them to kee p the se cret of your fortune, eh?" "Not at all. Tbo'e who have come have been so well received, t hat thev woulr l be more than ing rates to betray me in my solitndP .," "Be sides, what could they do to remain? Y o n have all the best portions of tbe vall e y st1,1 s i g n ung over the door of the shanty, beaiiug the inscrip1 ion: "JoAQUIN's ToLL GATE." A woman sat upon the st'ps of the shanty. glanc ing ever and anon up "nd down the newly-finished dugway, while her det't fingers plied the need l e s that were working into shape a beautiful zephyr shawl. A plainly-attired, uupretentions little body this woman-young. even b e low tbe age of nineteen, if one could ju 1ge by appearances. Ju

ldyl, the Girl Miner. ., -------------------Was she dren.ming-or had she suddenl; gone as man and wife. The bond is hencrfortb mad f brokf n. Our paths diverge, hert; you go your way, Little Pet was not with Joaquin! l 1w mine!" Nol nr,t with bim; aurl the S i arp eyes of the wifP 'i. BerPnicel" dPtectergoinf! "'Joaquin'." BeTenice came out. presently. with a finn. decided Bere111ce spoke the name with its fall Sps nish step, in vbkh tl ere was no faltering. A hooded cent-spoke i t in a tone of imrnea.urabl e .:ioLtempt, cloak v<,,s fastened nbout her sbo11lders. awl she mingletl equally" it h streft of bis srnses. ling Pet, or !'ll-" At last sle came to a benif, around which she would hesitnt rl to romplet<> the sentence. and thrust pa Rs from view of the shanty. a revol 7e r Lhe had drawn tack into the folds of her Wou1d she l ook hack? dress. Wou ld she care to gaze hack towa1 d the r:oan wbn '"Go on! c1o w at wf!s then uppermost in your bad cause. A h oJTifltcl, fri"htcnerl exprrs;ion cme into h e r Nearer-nearersbeapprrach1stotbeh1nd. Hal eyPs ns sbe listened to him. HP spoke i u t bat ,;ame she goes on an if passes out of s ight, without turn r ec:dess way-with the same bitinir\Jittern ss which ing her head in 1 be l pat. when the Then. tl<'re rises an awful cry upcn fh e clenr devil Imel lf>vied n mortgag<> upon his so ul and body mountain air-n w eird, anguished sh ri e which the and i::he ll.nd him over. canyon curn n r s catch up 81.d propel a.Jong in n10111n "TeJl rre .v! en ... i s our cliild?" sho gnpPd, when ful detonating ecl:oes, iike the wail or a broken sh<> eou l1l fipcJ pown to speak heart .. De" d .'"be r epliee11 Iring int' c l oomert a round liim. mountains three days r nd 1 i l!b1s ryin g t o summon I His 110rs<-iriyes a whinny, and l i ke a faithful dog. courag<> to appen r h,, fore you, and. at last. 1 am ar p coaches hi s master. He snci;ois the borly ov< r here Tha t terrible !<'AZ0 takP. ,, wry-I rannot b ea r ewn rniz e s he lea th<>""-. a1st-b<>lt by bi s tee;b, and it. It will chivP mf' in fhc minut,..s. 'fhP, raises J oaquin pnrtl.} fro m th e grouLd. words von woulcl &ay 1epre"s, lest I r efuse to tell But ns the Hmp body sngs bnck a wonderful nn you of you r child!" cPrs andi ng seems to poss<-"s the noble animal. for Be1enice bowed hn hea< l with a i'l'Oan of anguish. with a loude r wl.inny he l < ors the ?ate ar.d clashes S1'e \earnP r'. y Pt fNtreif, to herr tlw w01qt. up the more-new l y fini shed pait of the rand, until "A< I sPid the rbild i< forev e r cle"rl to yon anif at last, be brings up at a point" here scores of mask me," Joaouin' went on. ''I gemb1ed him awnv. ris ed men a r e digging 0n the n1o untain-s idf". well ns tliP monPy which you f!'P.Vf' m0 tn Joaquin' s Porf.e l y the miracJes!" powi! P r with. J shall not atiempt to apolog1z<> ror 1 xclmme d one stalwart, smooth-laced fflhw, pausmyfelf. T brok P my promi!:"e to i n a wFak ing in hi"i f.S the : nimal approaded w1tb a ment. a nd iramrled awny y our child. I r sk Y th i s wPnp on. and put a bullet through tl>in warn't < nt o' kilter. y u hear me!" mv b emtl" 'True en ug-h, Aber."' was t he n ply. ''I think Jill His hitterrtPS nf t0ne was prod enougoh, that he n111 down to tt. e gat<>, ard sPe if eEr. \ tl iLr 's right was in ear11,.st. He was not the man to joke, in sucb there. lt's irettini: on toward night; half a dozen of u rriome1 1 t thii:::. yon n1ay f o llow me qn f<'ot." BPrenice shrunk hn('k with R little cry of horror. And calling thP "bite, the lieutenant vaulted n0P' she ,dth A quiver. Jn11quin inotbesadtlle, anddAshedclown 1herOPll J\forietP. T w'll not teke your life, nor that of a11y In the meantime another horsemen from the op :nan. Th )lWh as fl -rc" b l 0od runs in my veins as posite db-ection came up the new hi ghwny. llnd kaJ?;" yours, I will not clo mHrrler by w

ldyl, thoe Girl Miu.Giro He was none othPr than the young baronet, Sir Tom Somerset! After l eaving the cabin of the Hermit of tbe Cas cade Gulch be bad re-enter ed the mountains, and, be had found the horse, he became puzzled, and fin a lly quite l ost. Chancing into Blin.i Canyon he bad stumbled into the newly-made toll road curv arounj ttie mountain This takes me in a westward direction, and may eventually fetch me nearer to the valley of H er mit," h e had said. after which be proceeded to fol low the road, whictl resulted in his b efore Joaquin's cottage. and finding the young chief lying semeless beford bis own door. "Hello! I wonder what ails this poor f e llqw?" the barone t muttered. "I see no signs of bis having b een foully dealt w(th H ere is water handy; I'll see if I cannot r esurrect him from this stupor. Hal was the woman I met .with down the road unythiug to him?" Raismg the bo1y in his arms, the ooronet dragged it within the shanty, the fltst roo!ll of which was neatly bur rudely furnished. H ere be l aid him upo n a couch of skins, a n d q,eizing a basin, proceeded to catcti some water that trickled down across the r oad. Returning to the sl::amy, he then bathe'1 the chief's forebear!. and pome1 a few drops of Nature's liquor between lips. J oaquin gave a sb.iver, and opened his eyes direct ly witb a start. "Hoit who are you?" he gasoed, as his sharp, wil become lost iu the m:>un tam$, I followed the new r oad, and came to where you were l.Vi'lg i.1 front of this shanty. I dra.gged you in here. antl to work. to resrnre you t o con SOi OU'\Jle:;s." Yes!" u1userl, ps.ssin!? his hand over his 1 remember now-I fainted. I than' .you. Mr. Somerset, for mani f estiug so 1nuch interest m my behalf. Bllt stop! you go, let me Es:r you a question. Which direction did you come from?" "Ftom the east sir 'Hal I thou-:;-tlt sn. Did you-did you see anv thing of a wo'11an going e!l.stward a l oug this trail?" "I diJ, sir. She was alone, and carrid a bundle o f clothino;. I au attempt to ask her concerning mv shortest route to Cascade "\\alley, wnen she uttered a w!ld lanp;b, and spe d oa as if all the evil spirits were after h e r!" ''You spPak of the Cascade Valley," Joaquin. Jr., said. as he pace l moorlily up a ud down the floor. IVha:t woulJ you h ave there?" "Nothing more than a few days of rest. I assure you," Sil' Tom r 0 plierl, a. trifle ne!'VOL1' in spite of himself, for thpre was that in the clem anor and flashing eye of the chief that woul-1 impre's one not too favorabl y of the c1lmness of his heart. I chanced down there earlier to-d.iy, and engaged ac ..i the easie&t way into the Cascade Gulchl" Sir'l'om bowed respectfully, and stepping from tho shanty left the gate behind him, on tl:ie onck ol: trained horse. From the doorway Joaquin watched him until he was out of sight; then stood gazing off awoug th" mountains, where the night was ce..ther'..>ig thickly. "Oh 1 thou God 111 he murmure d, am all f!.ini'.:.e -deserted by my wife-separated from my cb!1\i.I" CHAPTER TV. CASCADE CITY LOOKING PROMISING. Sm TOM SOMERSET galloped awtty up the mountain road, his mind busied with the myStel'Y concerning matters at the cottaire. "Joaquin!" ue muttered. "I hnv e heard tltii..; name meutioned in connection with the gold fever in California. This Joaquin and that cannot be the same-probably are father and son, as the one is a young man of nearly my own age. Ha! here comes a horseman, and he is masked, nt tbaU" It was tbe man whom we have previously men. tion ed as Lieutenant Phil. He was mounted u pon Joaquin's white horse, and bound toward Lhe toll gate. But he drew r ein in the middle or thP roa

Idyl, th0 Girl Miner. emotce, for Sir Tom carried a stock of choir.e cigars. The old man occupied bis chair, whil e Sir Tom seat ed himself upon the doorstep. "I see you are to have a highway put through the valley,,, he observed, carelessly. "l presume you are already cognizant of tbP fact?" HYes," tlie Hei-1nit replied, with a nod. u1 ain powerless to h elp it. My hermitage will soon be a matter of tbe past." "The road will naturally bring in prospectors and adventurers, and will you not be in danger of being ?Obbed?" S'r man echoe d with a start"Of everything-of your hidden wealth-of your claims, yonder-ay I of that you prize most, your Jaugbter, Miss Idyl." "But who would rob me, young man? Who would molest a man who bas no enemies?' "Oh I there ars hundreds-thousands who woblld do it, for the sake of gold, or to satisfy evil desires. You uave been so long shutout from the world, that l fear you would harbo r evil, un uspect.ingly I" "Ha I then you mean that your ccmiug bodes me evil. "No; on the contrary. my coming insures vou a true and lasting friendship. l ut I was refenfogto the class ot adventurers who must soon come mto this gulch. You will awake some morning to tlnd a miniature city surrounding you. peopl e d bf a heter ove ne ous swarrr1 of "You wil be astoniShFd Men, seemingly I riends, will plot against you. This one will scheme fo r the mine-that o n e will c 3glj an envious eye upcm yonr child-another, still, will plot for the burie d treasure for which you care m st. perhaps, next to your daughter. And some time one of Lhe eccmies will strike your deathblow, and your child will be left a lone in the world in tbe n1idst of e vil men. def en eless !" "No. no!-not quite that!" Old Elk replied with a chuckle. She is not defenseless who h.s a trong aim, a dauntless courage, and a will 10 tight for her rig hte. And that same has my Idyl." Whicb, i f true, causes me to admire her a1rea dy, '' Sir. Tom muttered, under bis breath. Aloud, he ::1aid: "PerhapR you are 1ight. sir. but. a single woman against a o r more of evil men bas no advan tages. certainly." 'Why do you say all thPse things to me?" the old man demand ed. petulantly. "They clo not serve to increase rr1y peace of mind.'' A fact \v!:Jic b I well understand, si r But T wish to arouse you to a tr ue,senscof danger. for I feel i t in my bones that clangr will come. You must be on your g uard' i f you int end to retnain here." "Ana you tell me this without a seltlsb object be lllnd Jt all?" 1 tll you it with no c>bj et in view. except to keep danger away from a helpless man aud a weak woman I" Sir Tom repli e d. you are as as you snpm to be!" other replierl. "and I thank C',-od that he bas sent you as a friend Rud counselor. n At this juncture a peal of merry. girlish rung out JUSt behind Sir Tom, causing him to mvoluntarily l eap to h:s feet with a stRrt. "Hal ha! hal A weak woman! Hal ha! ha! Diel you hear birn. papa?" And the next moment a trim. girlish figure step ped out o f thp cabin, halfconvulsed with laug-h ter, which, eviaentl y was not Affected; but winch brought unconscious blushes to Sir Tom Somerset's cheeks. "Did r.ou bear him, poppy?' criftd the sprite, again. 'He called me a weak woman I Ha! hal ha!" And a roeuish face. and a pair of sparkling brown e;r e s were turned full upon the baronet, who was gazrng at. her in surprised admirntion. The Hermit ha6 not underestimated the attractions of his child. She was seventeen years of age, o r with a well-rounrleok nn extra lon g puff at the cigar Sir Tom -hall pre viously g iven him. She is a beauty, indeed," was all thP baronet said on that subject, tor h e seemed desirous of changing tbe channe l of t lleir conversatio n. They sat unrle r tbe willow, u.ncl ta 1 keii on various topics until the moon showed her face over t -he mountain r a nge with a brilliant flood of yellow light. Then the Hermit directed Sir Tom which ron m to occupy und h9bbled away into t.he caL in, with the announcement that it was bis bedtime. Sir T om. l'owever. did not rreep betwPen the sheets until just before day-dawn, when the moon !ij!'ht had gone. He sat in the Hermit' s arm-chair and gaz0d off down tbe vall e:iz;,--While be smoked and cogitated over the events which had occurred since liis dis covery of the valley. H e "held three faces before bis mind's eyE', and, with a singular sensation which he could not account for, studi ed I hem They were the faces of Joaquin MuriPte, the Gl.d Hermit, and Idyl-the Hermit's d.iughter. __ We pass over a month before we look down .. gain upon Cascade Citv as the Hermit had, from the first, named the spot he bad selected for his home.


10 Idyl. the Gir'!. Imn-. -----i---... W e remember Sir Tom Somerset's prediction t we I bar, who had come to the valley, and tloay regardeu l ook with the expec atiou of S'leing cl.Jauges, ann \'< C hhn with curious g lances. are uot disappointed. Paying little attention to those at th., bar, the ol d The old Hermit's cahin st'l.nds in under the shadow man approached wbere ldyl was stand;ng at the of the great cascade the same as before, surrounded weighing counter, watching the clerk, a Mr. Sa.m' l by its garden and beds of flowers; and. on warm Sldnner, as he weighed out the dust and 7rains o f days, the ol ley from far up among the rocky crags. Ling out nuder the wi low tree, in hJS great arm A mnnch has p'.lSseJ with tbes9 changes. chair. Sir T >m Romrst still ling' ers at the Hermitage. "Well, poppy, what is it?" s h e nskei. evidentlf which. we may add, hd never will be If I wer"" inclin e J to man.v any onei eye-open e r s ; r Ton. l t,1ou;ht to relieve lrl vl. my there are scores I would choc s from oefore him I" cbil<.l, if the vork, o th'lt she could be as Sne turned and went around the cal!in toward the free as ti Well! W<'ll! I suppose we shall saloon. have to put up with it. T e thin-; won't hst long, The stage was just coming in. laden inside and out if tb ,Y do nnt g t g > I I which they are not likely to. with passengers, both male nnrl female. Do they sho v any disposition to crowd over onto Be it said, to her credit, the green-gog g l d propri ldyl's claims?" etress of the on l y "ranch" in Cascade Gulch was So far, no. 0 e can't tell w h '.lt th y may do, a shrewd woman: and when a few o f h e r dollars though they 1tpp ar W!consin sa id. touching his bat respectfully, as he apprbacbed where IcJvl was standing, "Nevver beerd thet ar' stage grunt "" as she did unde r tbet cargo. Whoop 'em up, Eliza I but thar ar' a heap o' eccectric cusses among 'em, miss, an' ef ye don't see


IC1l, the Girl Miner. 11 blgh times beer at thcr C'ascade my name ain't Jake Johnson-you bet 011 that!" "What do you mean, Jake, by high times?"' Idyl asked. "How do I mean. leetle gal? W"aal, 11ow. I don'; mind tellin' you thet an artist in gravedigging, wouldn't do so bad ter set up a coffin an' toom b stun factory eround hbyr, bein"s my stage ter-night hes fetched in about as tou1

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