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"The fchoslione side, do you mean?" "Yes, of course." Ho came a few steps nearer to her. "Now we are both oil the Shoshone side. Yon will let me stay on your side a moment, will you not?" "But is that surveyor looking at the flag now?" she exclaimed, with a sudden accent of alarm at the thought of a mathematical instrument which might be of the nature of a telescope brought to bear on her under the present circumstances.

Hilgard reassured her by pulling up the "back sight" and tossing it on the ground. The survey had been finished an hour ago, he explained. He had happened to remember the flag in passing and had come to take it away.

She turned now toward the upward trail, but Hilgard, walking at her side, besought her to give him a few moments more. "Am I never to see you," he asked, "as other people see you—as I might see you anywhere but here? Why may I not walk with you now up the hill to your brother's house? There is no personal feeling on my part in this unpleasant business between the mines. You have heard of it, of course, but it need be only a business disagreement. Your brother and I should not be enemies!"

She had stopped as lie overtook her, and now walked back irresolutely toward the group of trees. "I hope you are not enemies," ehe said. "It is so causeless, so—so—incredible I do not understand what it is I No one lias explained it to ma Could you tell me?" "No," said Hilgard dejectedly, "I am not the one to tell you. You must have what faitli you can in—both of us —until the truth comes out. But it is very hard to feel that your strongest bias must always be against me. If you would give me but the merest chance that any acquaintance might have to put myself in some other light than the one I am doomed to in your eyes. You will always think of me as a determined partisan of the wrong side." "If my brother brings yon to the house, I will think of you only as our guest." "Is that likely to happen, do you think?" he asked bitterly. "No," she said, "it is not at all likely, but there is no other way." She stood "with her shoulder against a slender pine and looked down at the scar in its side, touching it with remorseful fingers. ''I don't know why it should be so, but I have known from the first that there could be no softening of this—of the bitterness between you and my brother by any effort of mine. It is a woman's place always to make peace, but it has been useless to try." "But I declare to you that there is no bitterness on my part." "Wherever it lies, it is there!" she said. "We cannot be friends or even acquaintances." "But you cannot make me your enemy The bitterness shall not include us! What a steal) ge fate it is that I should be on any side that is not your side!"

She was already moving away, but at his words she looked back without speaking. In the gathering dusk he could not read the expression of her eyes, but the mute action, trustful, yet forbidding, racked his self controL

CHAPTER VH

Mrs. Denny had won from Conrath a veluctant promise that he%ould take her down the main shaft of the Shoshone and through its subterranean workings. He had postponed the fulfillment of this promise until it had become a subject for rather keen bantering between these lively comrades. On the second day after the ball Conrath surprised Mrs. Denny by asking her if she was ready to go down in the mine that afternoon.

He had called at her house in the morning, and the plan had been discussed between them as he sat on his horse, and she leaned on the pine pole railing of the porch, wrapped in one of the fluffy white shawls in which she was fond of muffling her small, chilly form. Conrath was looking pale and somewhat demoralized after" his stage ride and its contingencies, the nature of which Mrs. Denny had gracefully indicated by pantomime to Hilgard on the night of the ball.

Mrs. Denny considered Conrath very handsome—almost as handsome as Hilgard, and far more appreciative and generally available. She protested that she could not endure the wind on the porch and chid him for permitting his pony to nibble the young growth on her favorite clump of fir trees, but she did not go in, and Conrath lingered, as if he had something on his mind which lie found it difficult to say. _. "That beastly coach malces a perfect imbecile of a man," he began, with more vigor of expression than the uncertain look in his eyes bore out. "I felt, when I got in on Wednesday night, as if I had been kicked from Eairplay over the pass." "Oh, I saw you," she replied, with a teasing smile. "It was plain enough that something had mixed you up pretty well. I told your sister you were a perfect wreck—couldn't stand on your feet. Wasn't that truq?" "Did you tell her that?" "Of course I did. What was she to think of your leaving her at loose ends that way for the night? Who was to take her up to the mine? You're a nice brother, I must say! She was a great deal more anxious about you than you deserved. She wanted to go to you, but I kept her away—more for her sake

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Conrath Hushed and laughed, with an awkward pretense of being amused at these accusations. "I don't kiiow who is to answer for all the fibs I had to tell lier,'' Mrs. "Denny continued. "You can't, because your time for repentance is fully occupied—or ought to be.''

Conrath, shifting uueasilv in his saddle, regarded Mrs. Denny's audacity with sulky admiration. It gave a certain piquancy to the commonplace nature of his wealniesess to be rallied upon them by a pretty woman. "Are you sure Cecil did not know how it was the other night?" he asked. "Do you suppose I would tell her?" "No, but plenty of other people might. She has been very quiet and— well, different since the ball.'' "You are very fond of your sister, aren't you, Con?"

Of course I am. Why should I have brought her out here if I wasn't fond of lier?" "To bo sure. That is proof enough. Mrs. Denny laughed her little mocking laugh. She must be very fond of you, or she wouldn't have come. How does she amuse herself up at the Shoshone?" "Well, she is alone a good deal, but she is used to that. She walks and reads and looks at the mountains. She could ride, if I ever had time to go with her." "Con, wrhen your sister has been out here a year she won't need any information I or any one else could give lier about you. She will know you thoroughly. She will think you all out. I wonder if she will have as much faith in you then as she has now?"

Conrath looked at Mrs. Denny uneasily. "Are you preaching?" he asked. "Or what is it you are trying to get at?" "Does it sound to you like preaching? If you can find a sermon in it, you are welcome. Much good may it do you!" "Cecil is not as clever as you think," Conrath said as if still considering Mrs. Denny's words. "She isn't cool and sharp like you, and she isn't one of the exacting kind.'' "Isn't she!" Mrs. Denny exclaimed. "Not in the way of attentions perhaps, but if she should come to judge you once as she judges herself "—r

Conrath's horse began to be restive. "Are you trying to make me afraid of my little sister?" he interrupted. "You might make lier your conscience," Mrs. Denny replied. "It isn't a bad thing for one to be a little bit afraid of one's conscience. "You seem to have my failings on your mind. You might bo my conscience yourself," Conrath suggested, "talcing it for granted of course that I have none of my own.'' "No, thank you. You will need to keep your conscience nearer home. Besides I might be too lenient.''

Mrs. Deimy laughed and ran into the house.

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The party set out for the shafthouse after the 8 o'clock whistle for the change of shifts had blown. The ladies were wrapped in india rubber cloaks, and Mrs. Denny wore a soft felt hat of Conratli's on the back of her head, framing her face and concealing her hair. A miner's coat was spread in the bucket to protect the visitors' skirts from its muddy sides. "If we keep on shipping ore at this rate,'' Conrath said jubilantly, "•we will soon have a cage that will take you down as smoothly as a hotel elevator.

Cecil was conscious that the exultant tone jarred upon her, and she took herself silently to task for this lack of sisterly sympathy.

Mrs. Denny went down first with the superintendent, who returned for Cecil. When they were all at the station of the lowest level, they lit their candles and followed one of the diverging drifts—a low, damp passage which bored a black hole through the overhanging rock before them.

The sides of the gallery leaned slightly together, forming an obtuse angle with the roof. It was lined with rows of timbers placed opposite each other at regular intervals, and supporting the heavy cross timbers that upheld the roof. The spaces between the upright columns were crossed horizontally by smaller timbers called "lagging.'"

The impalpable darlaiess dropped like a curtain before them. Their candles burned with a still flame in the heavy, draftless air. At long intervals a distant rumbling increased with a dull crescendo and alight fastened in the rear of a loaded car shone up into the face of the ltiiner who propelled it. They stood back, pressed close to the wall of the drift, while the car passed them on the tramway.

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2ut out of the rock, the floor rising at one end toward a "black opening which led into another narrow gallery beyond. "Here we are in the very heart of the vein," Conrath explained. "This is an empty 'stope,' that has furnished some of the best ore. It is all cleaned out, you see. The men are working farther on." "Oh, I shrjo'ld lflte to see them!" Mrs. Denny exclaimed. "Which way is it? Up that horrible place? Cecil, aren't you coming?"

Cecil had seated herself on a heap of loose planking in the empty ore chamber. "I'll wait for you here if you don't mind. I am so very tired. Have you another candle, Harry?" "Yours will last. We shall not be long gone."

Conrath a^d Mrs. Denny scrambled, talking and laughing, up the slope. Their voices grew thinner and fainter, and vanished with their feeble lights in the black hole.

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Cecil closed her eyes. They ached with the small, sharp spark of her candle set in that stupendous darkness.

What a mysterious, vast, whispering dome was this! There were souiids which might have been miles away through the deadening rock. There were faroff, indistinct echoes of life, and subanimate mutterings, the slow respirations of the rocks, drinking air and oozing moisture through their sluggish pores, swelling and pushing against their straitening bonds of timber. Here were the buried Titans, stirring and sighing in their lethargic sleep. .. 1'A At

Cecil was intensely absorbed listening to this strange, low diapason of the underworld. Its voice was pitched for the ear of solitucie and silence. Its sky was perpetual night, moonless mid starless, with only the wandering, will-o'-the-wisp candle rays, shining and fading in Its columnated avenues, where ranks of dead and barkle.ss tree trunks repressed the heavy subterranean awakening of die rocks.

Left to their work, the inevitable forces around her would crush together the sides of the dark galleries and crumble the rough hewn dome above her head. Cecil did not know the meaning or the power of this inarticulate underground life, but it affected her imagination all the more for her lack of comprehension. Gradually her spirits sank under an oppressive sense of fatigue. She grow drowsy, and her pulse beat lt»w in the lifeless air. She drooped against the damp wall of rock, and her candle, in a semi oblivious moment, dropped from her lax fingers and was instantly extinguished.

It seemed to the helpless girl that she had never known darlaiess before. She was plunged into a new element, in which she could not breathe or speak or move. It was chaos before the making of the firmament. She called aloud—a faint, futile cry, which frightened her almost more than the silence. She had lost the direction in which her brother had disappeared, and when she saw an advancing light she thought it must be he coming in answer to her weak call.

It was not lier brother. It was a taller man, a miner, with a candle in a miner's pronged candlestick fastened in the front of his hat. His face was in deep shadow, but the faint,- yellow candle rays projected their gleam dimly along the drift by which he was approaching. Cecil watched him earnestly, but did not recognize him tuitil he stood close beside her. He took off nis hat carefully, not to extinguish the candle which showed them to each other. Cecil, crouching, pale and mute, against the damp rock, looked up into Hilgard

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face, air,lost as pale as her own. No greeting passed between them. They stared wonderingly into each other's eyes, each questioning the other's wraithlike identity.

I heard you call,'' Hilgard said. Is it possible that you are alone in this place?" "No," she replied, feebly rousing her self. "My brother is here with Mrs. Denny. They are not far away. 'Your brother is here—not far away?" he repeated. A cold despair came over him. There was nothing now but to tell her the truth. In her unconsciousness of its significance she would decidebetween them, and he would abide the issue. He leaned against the wall of the drift, wiping away the drops of moisture from his temples. The short, damp locks that clung to his forehead were massed like the hair on an antique medallion. "You did not know me?" he asked. "No. I could not see your face." "lam not showing my face here. I am a spy in the enemy's camp. Your brother will hear the result of my discoveries in- a few days from my lawyers.

It was roughly said, but the facts were rough facts, and he could not justify or explain himself to her, except at the expense of her brother. "Must I tell him that you are here?" she asked. "I suppose so, if you area loyal sister. "But I would never have known it if you had not come wThen I called. My candle fell and went out. I was alone in this awful darkness.'' "But some one else would have come if I hadn't. You need not be grateful for that. Your brother would have found you here." "But I could not have endured it a moment longer!" "Oh, yes, you would have endured it. I need not have come. "Why did you come, then?" "I don't know," he said. "I was a fool to come. Why does a man come, when he hears a woman's voice that he knows—in trouble?"

He was groping about on the floor of the drift in search of li^r candle, raid now, kneeling beside her, he lit it by his own and held it toward her. Their Bad, illumined eyes met. "How your hand trembles! Were you to frightened?" he asked. "Yes. Does it seem very silly to you? My strength seemed all going away.''

It was madness for him to stay, but lie could not leave her, pale and dazed and helpless as she was. "Let me fix you a better seat." He cuoved the rough boards on which she was sitting to make a support for her back. "Oh, please, go and get out of the roine!" she entreated, with voice and eyes more than with words. "But I cannot get out "until the next change of shifts. I have taken the place of one of the miners on this shift. Besides I have not finished what I came for." "Why do you call yourself a spy? Are you doing anything you are ashamed of?" she asked, with childlike directness. "I am a little ashamed of the way I am doing it,'' he replied, with equal directness, "but not of the thing I am ing"And will it injure my brother—what you are doing?"

Not unless the truth will injure him. I am trying to find out the truth." "But why should you come in this Way to find it out? Surely my brother wants to know it, too, if it is about this quarrel."

It was a home question. He could only answer: "Your brother is very sure that he knows the truth already. I want to be sure too. I am not asking you not to tell him I am here. I have taken the risks." "What are the risks' she asked quickly. "They aro of no consequence compared with the thing to be done. I must imf. [TO BE CONTINUED.] \'~7 «sg

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