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AVARV HALLOCK. FOOTE. [Copyright, 1895, by Mary Hallock Foote.] *xne doctor certainiy was caKiLg a most extreme view of his duty iu this situation, which he had found so much worse than could have been expected. There was no doubt as to Hilgard's symptoms. They had been of a nature calculated to shake far more than the doctor's boasted faith in his tough heart edness. He had no objection to the young lady. A perfect lamb, he said to himself, and yet with a spirit of her own in those steady gray eyes under the wide low arch of the soft eyebrows, But she was allied to a masculine ele- I ment in the camp the nature of which the doctor understood better than Hilgard. It was evident that his warnings had been thrown away on that head- 1 strong youth. He must see what could 1 be done with the fair Shoshone. There was no way left but to traduce Hilgard, blacken his character, deal with him remorselessly and make her afraid of him. George might think, the treatment of his symptoms a littte rigorous, but he would live to be thankful for it. The doctor would shrink from nothing where the safety of his "boy" was concerned. "He can talk about his dime novels," he soliloquized gloomily, "but the state of things here is not much better. It's mediaeval, that's what it is." "There's that young Hilgard," he began violently. As if the word had been a blow the color answered in the young girl's cheek. She had expected that name some time in the course of the conversation, but was not prepared for it in this connection. "George Hilgard was a perfect specimen of young manhood when he first came from the east. He was like Saul among his brethren."

The unhappy blush deepened until it had quito obliterated the fire glow. "I don't know what can have got into that boy unless it's the altitude. He needs more atmospheric pressure—the more pounds to the square inch the better for a chap like that. I've been foolish enough to let in a sneaking kind of fancy for that young limb but, upon my soul, if he's got any friends in the east they'd better send for him. They'd better get him out of this camp."

The young girl looked steadily at her work without speaking, while a paleness about her lips spread slowly backward over her cheeks. "I'm sure I don't know what time he got to bed last night. He came tramping up my stairs long after midnight to talk over his troubles with me. I knew he was getting into some scrape or other. That boy has got to get out of the camp."

The doctor concluded, from tho victim's expression, that he had gone far enough. He had not indeed intended to go quite so far, but the effort his words had cost him had given them an impetus which surprised himself. Miss Conrath's head was bent very low over her knitting, and the white wool slid over her fingers with a fitful, uncertain movement. He now proceeded calmly to give his remarks a more general tendency. "That's a very pretty thing you're working on. Looks as white and soft as a fresh snowfall Hope it will keep white longer than thesnowthat falls in this dusty camp."

With her needle between her tremulous fingers Cecil held out the corners of the handkerchief. "I keep it folded in this," she said. "Ah, yes," the doctor murmured abstractedly, "that's a good way too. Ridiculous idea for an old fellow like me to be dwelling on, but if I had a young sister or daughter in this camp I dare say I should be inclined to keep her you keep your white wools—folded away from the dust.''

He paused a moment, awaiting some comment from Miss Conrath. But none

came. She took along breath and rested her anus on her lap, looking down into the fire. The doctor derived great satisfaction from her attitude and the long sigh, as of one who rests a moment after pain.

She began to wince—poor little thing 1 He would give one more turn to the screw and then let her breathe again. It was absolutely necessary that she and Hilgard should not be running across each other at balls every fortnight or so. George would easily find means to reestablish himself in her eyes, if he had the chance. The doctor would do what a devoted friend might to deprive him of that chance. "Now, that ball of the Younger Sons,'' he went on. "They claim to be very exclusive, poor fellows! I'm one of them myself, so far as the name goes, but I don't pride myself on it. A younger son is no better than an older one, sometimes not half so good. What did you think of the ball, Miss Conrath? Did it strike you as being very exclusive?"

Miss Conrath lifted her eyes a moment, but without looking at the doctor. "I do not think those who went to the ball are the ones to criticise it," she said. "Surely not," the doctor cordially assented, "but, on the other hand, those who did not go are hardly the ones! You and I have been, Miss Conrath, and if I may judge by your expression, rather than your words, you find yourself not quite aoclimated to the pitch of gayety required to enjoy a camp ball." "My brother was not there, as I expected," Cecil protested. "Ah, yes, of course that makes a difference, tiht it makes more difference here than it would anywhere else. Here there Is no classification. You have to pick your way among all Che people who

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Miss Conrath rose suddenly, as if her endurance I tad reached a limit •"It is true," she said, "I must be defenseless when strangers give themselves the right to take my brother's place—and in his own house."

The doctor rose, too, smiling at her with invincible composure. He was well satisfied with the effect of his desperate measures. To make all sure for the future he would not spare the final blow. "Neither Hilgard nor I dared to be perfectly frank with you about that exchange of partners last night. Shall I make a clean breast of it and tell you the facts?" he asked.

Cecil faced him ber soft eyes expanded with a pained brightness. I will hear nothing more. You have been too frank already," she cxclainicd indignantly. "Please to have some re-

George Hilgard's the finest young fellow in this camp." gard for me, if you have none for your friend. I have heard things to Mr. Hilgard's discredit from others who did not profess to like him, but it is his friend who has no mercy on his character and no respect for his confidence."

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the only hand that could be trusted to administer the blackening touches, and even his began to tremble remorsefully at the picture he had faintly sketched of his boy, a prey to the cheap temptations of the camp. He sat down again, bent on investigating this unexpected aid which had anticipated him in the work of defamation. "I should like to know," he burst forth, "who has been warning you against George Hilgard! Perhaps your brother has been enlarging on him for your benefit. You needn't pay the least attention to that sort of thing. Your brother and Hilgard are engaged just now in a discussion of their boundary lines. Half the mines in the camp are doing the same thing. Their opinion of each other is likely to be more picturesque than edifying. What has your brother got to say about Hilgard?" "I have not mentioned my brother's name!" "Of course you haven't. You appear to have more sense than most girls, but you may take my word for it, Miss Conrath, that when you hear anything to the discredit of George Hilgard it's invented by the person who brings it to you, I don't care who he is I Of course, your brother has got to keep Hilgard at a distance. The chief of tho Led Horse can't be cha£3eing back and forth across the gulch with the sister of the Shoshone You can't be putting a man's ore in your pocket with one hand and asking him to dinner with the other." "Mr. Godfrey!" "Oh, 1 know I'm in your brother's house. I'm only expressing the general sentiment down in the camp. I don't know anything about their squabbles! I only know that George Hilgard's the finest young fellow in this camp. He'd be one of the ten who would save the eity, if he could find the other nine!" "I dont know whom you are defending him from. Yon yourself have said the worst things,M Cecil protested. "What have I said? I said he was in trouble. So he is! So he 1st Or if he isn't he's in a fair way for it. It's easy enough to see the beginning"—he looked menacingly at the bewildered girl— "but there is no telling where it will end! I've done what I could. There's not a young fellow living for whom I'd have done what I've done for him today! But I give it up!" The doctor spread out both his palms with a hopeless gesture.

Cecil began to feel a little afraid of her eccentrio visitor, who did not seem to be out of his mind, nor yet altogether in it. She was troubled by a suspicion that he must have some motive for his grotesque outburst of confidence with regard to Hilgard. She could hardly take it as a wanton impertinence toward herself. "I must you to excuse ine from any more discussion of your friend. What he is or is not cannot concern me. My brother will be at home soon, I think, if you like to wait for him."

She felt that her discourtesy had been well deserved, and without further apology she left the room.

The doctor remained sitting for some time alone. He looked down at the prints of his dusty feet on the carpet, then at the heap of white knitting the girl had dropped. "Well, if women aren't the very"—

At that moment the maid entered with a jingling tray of glass and silver, which she proceeded to arrange on the sideboard at the farther end of the room. The doctor took out a card and .scribbled a few words on it "Will you give this to Miss Conrath?" he said, handing it to the maid. The words were: "Forgive me if I have made you unoomfortable. You need not remember anything I have said. Any inconsistencies you may have noticed in my remarks I will commend to your charity for an old fellow whb was kept up much too late the nishfc before!''

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After sunset of the same day Cecil Conrath was walking ba~l-' oid lo- .. on the hillside above the gulch, following an unfrequented trail, %«r^ened hj* quaking aspens from vie.^n the side of the Led Horse and sheltered from tiie winds by the crest of the hilL The miners, observing tl^jit the young girl often walked here alone, had, with tacit courtesy, left this trail to her exclusive use.

Today she ventured farther than vu r. -1 into the gulch, attracted by the flutter of a red flag among the parting lep/rrje It was planted in the censor of a elunr of young trees, aspens of larger growth and slender, branchless pines growing in the bottom of the gulch. Tho ominous signal, awaiting some unknown issue in this lonely spot on the debatable ground between the two mines, gave Cecil a curious shock of apprehension. The air was full of rumors of incipient, trouble. The situation had never been explained to her. She knew that Hilgard was the accuser and her brother the defendant, and that the affairs of the accuser were at a low ebb, while those of the defendant prospered amain. More than this she had only her forebodings, which had not been allayed by the tone her brother invariably used in speaking of his neighbor.

Venturing nearer, she saw that the trees which stood around the signal flag were each defaced by the hacking of a large piece of bark from the trunk and bore an inscription deeply cut in the white, exposed wood. The leafy covert, where the shadows stealing down between the hills, made an early dusk, might well have served for a trysting place, but these were no amorous records which the young girl deciphered as she went from tree to tree, tracing the rude intaglio, unless indeed the lovers had concealed their mutual vows under an arithmetical formula.

The red flag drooped in the failing breeze. Cecil now observed that it was planted between two narrow, flat stones, partly driven into the ground, side by side. fcThe stones bore the same mysterious formulae with which the tree trunks were branded.

What had happened in this secluded spot, with these young trees standing about like mute witnesses, each bearing its scar for a token, and what coining event was this red signal beckoning on?

She heard a man's footsteps striding rapidly down the trail behind her. She waited under the blazed trees until they .should pass. They did not pass, but came near and paused, and Hilgard's voice, low and a little disturbed by rapid heart beats, gave her "Good evening."

Is it very strange for me to be here she asked, instinctively summoning him to her own defense. "I never come down into the gulch, but I saw this flag from the hilL I could not think what it meant 1"

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presence had changed her unaccountable panic into a definable dread lest, when she looked in his face, she should see there records, unobserved before, of that deterioration, or capacity for it, which Mr. Godfrey had ruthlessly depicted and then recklessly denied. She lifted her eyes doubtfully to his.

As if he felt the subtle question in them, his own met hers with their manly answer. It was enough and more than enough. She had not asked for all the assurances that she read in his eyes. "It is altogether so very strange here,'' she said, looking about restively at the encircling trees. "Has anything frightened you or troubled you?" "Oh, no, it is only the place! Why are the trees all cat $nd marked, and these little stones? What has happened here? Do you know?"

Hilgard could not forbear a smile. "Only a very little thing happened aere a year and a half ago. The southwest

oorner of the Led Horse and the southeast corner at the Shoshone were looated here. The end lines of the two claims are identical. These stones are the corner monuments, and the numbers of the corner and of the official survey are marked on them and on the trees. Did it seem so very mysterious to you?" "I thought these stones marked the grave of some one buried here." "The graves of a good many fortunes are marked by such stones as these. Bnt they do not usually mean anything more tragio." "And what does this flag mean?" "It has been used for a survey that was made today along the line. The flag was placed here for what is called a 'bade sight,' to insure keeping the line ahead straight." "Then it does not mean danger of any kind?" "I hope not, I am sure," Hilgard replied. "Are you a little sensitive perhaps about danger?" he suggested, smiling. "When one is alone a good deal, one is apt to get morbid," she admitted.

He looked at her wistfully, thinking of his own loneliness, which he had not beeh conscious of until she became his neighbor. "And the direction one's morbidness takes depends on temperament, I suppose. My morbidness takes the direction of various kinds of happiness I might have, but never expect to," he said. "I should think you might be quite happy in your little kingdom over there." Her clear accents struck with thrilling sweetness on the stillness. "You will have a kingdom of your own some day. I hope yon will like it better than I do mine."

She turned her cheek toward him, with a movement of attention, but with,vab looldiig atfciiib "Will yoil

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"The fciio.shone aide, do you mean?" "Yes, of course." He came a few steps nearer to her. "Now we are both on the Shoshone side. You will let me stay on your sido a moment, will you not?" "But is that surveyor looking at the flag now?" she exclaimed, with asud' den 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 expiaiucu. 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 lum 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? VVliy 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 coru-'se bnt it need be only a business disagreement. Your brother and I should not be enemies!"

She had stopped as he overtook her, and now walked back irresolutely toward the group of trees. "I hope you are not enemies," she said. "It is so causeless, so—so—-in-credible I do not understand what it is! No o.ne has explained it to me. Could you tell me?" "No," said Hilgard dejectedly, "I am not the one to tell you. You must have what faith 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 £etermined partisan of the wrong side." "If my brother brings you to the house, I will think of you only as our guest." "Is that likely to happen, do yon 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 Noftening of this—of the bitterness between yon 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!" die said. "We cannot be friends or even acquaintances." "But you cannot make me your enemy The bitterness shall not include us 1 What a strange fate it is that I should be on any side that is not your side!"

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

CHAPTER VII

Mrs. Denny had won from Conrath a reluctant promise that he would 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 horise 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 flftffy white shawls in which she was fond of muffling her small, chilly fans»1 Conratfc was looking pale and somewhat demoralized after his stage ride and itst Dontingenoies, the nature of which Mrs^^| by pan-%1

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