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run away from me. I love Pine
Ridge even in a blizzard; but I can
see how it looks like the end of no-
where to a girl brought up as you've
been. I was glad Mark Adam hap-
pened in at dinner time to keep you
company. Has Aurora Tubbs been
talking you to death?”
Nancy laughed.
“Not quite. I let her rattle on and
killed time listening.”
“Killed time!” echoed Cousin Col-
umbine. “Don’t ever use that phrase
again, child. Life’s too short at the
best, and even a day like this there
are things to do. Everything’s made
too easy for people now-a-days. That's
half the trouble with ’em. I was
younger than you, my dear, when
Father took me to Leadville. More
than fifty years ago, yet I can shut
my eyes and it seems like yester-
day.”
“Was it much of a place at that
time?” questioned Nancy as Cousin
Columbine sipped her milk.

“Much of a place! I wish I could
make you see it. An entire forest
had come down to make room for

the town, Nancy; and new-hacked

/ SYNOPSIS

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Nancy and Jack arrive at Pine Ridge.
They are met at the railway station
Pf by Columbine Nelson, who in turn
‘{ntroduces Mark and Matthew

_ Adams, two neighbors of Aunt Col-
‘umbine, and the party set out for

_ Pine Ridge, which village causes dis-
may to both Nancy and Jack because
of its dilapidated appearance and

_ general look of poverty. Nancy and
‘Jack are shown to the rooms they
Be ‘are to occupy, and both the young
“ ‘ta people consider the furniture and
EO : decorations hateful and, contrasting
* the present quarters with their lux-
urious home in Boston, wonder if
they can endure the change for any
length of time. Aunt Columbine
tells why she wrote the letter to
them, and relates some of her early

ra

Indians and forest fires,

strain of pioneer life.

_way to go.

Cousin Columbine’s.

out while Luke's leg gets better.
No Go On With The Story

CHAPTER XI.

Columbine’s bedroom,

the invalid. ‘

_ Nancy Nelson is a sub-deb, 4 Bay,
irre t with no
e of her cos-
Sud-

ions.
_ After much consideration Cousin
Cc ‘7

stumps of spruces were still standing
in the streets—if they could be call-
ed streets. The houses were noth-
ing but shanties or hastily made log
cabins. Our own was of logs with a
stove pipe for a chimney. The fam-
ily next us used old flower pots for
the purpose. Some of the shacks had

.| only canvas for roofs; and others—

if you'll believe me!—no roofs at all.
There were even shanties half buried
in the earth, while some set up on
posts. Folks were living in tents
and wigwams, too—and now we
shiver at a cold entry! Yes, life’s too

Nance laughed as she hitched her
chair nearer to the stove, and ques-
tioned: “Were there any shops, or
did you get provisions from a dis-

“There were stores of a sort, even
at that time. I clearly remember the
street where business was carried
on. There were always groups of ex-
cited miners, with eager, sometimes
desperate faces,
middle of it, arguing and gesticulat-
ing—men of all sorts and kinds, my
dear. the good and the vicious with

standing in the

experiences at Pine Ridge of hostile
of her
father’s hunt for gold, and of her
mother’s splendid spirit, but frail
‘body, which could not endure the

_.. Nancy, set out one afternoon to
climb to the top of a hill so as to
obtain a view of the surrounding
landscape and misses the path Aurora
Tubbs had told her to follow. A truck
comes along the road, driven by Mat-
_ thew Adams, and she asks him which
They ascend the hill,
look around, and then go on to
There Mark
Adam tells Nancy that his brother
‘Luke has broken his leg, and that
_ Jack Nelson has been hired to help

It was after Mark Adam had con-
et _ tinued on his way, fortified by a sub-
J stantial dinyer and armed with a

pumpkin pie and Aurora’s “compli-

ments” for Jack, that Nancy carried

__ a glass of warm milk into Cousin
and asked if
there were anything she could do for

“You can sit down and let me look
a at you,” responded the old lady. “I’ve

one thing in common: the lure of sil-
ver. Gambling houses were open all
night, and so were theatres.”
“Theatres!” gasped Nancy.
place like that?”

Cousin Columbine nodded.

“Not at the very first, of course;
but less than a year after the boom
started, saw mills got to work, and
dwelling places grew more comfort-
able. Banks, and business blocks,
and dance halls sprang up almost
over night; other places, too, which
the town would have been happier
without: saloons and gambling
houses where many @ hard-won for-
tune was thrown away.”

“Tt doesn’t sound like a very rest-
ful spot!” smiled Nancy.

Columbine Nelson laid down her
empty glass and pulled the blankets
a bit higher.

“A mining town in boom time,”
she asserted, “is about as restful as a
hornets’ nest that has been disturbed.
Along in the early nineties when
there was a stampede to San Juan
county and the town of Creede was
founded, I saw two lines in a news-
paper that I never forgot:

‘It was day all day in the day-

“Ina

got the upper hand of this cold al- time,

, night in

& ready, and am staying here only be- ay ae ie ag

as cause I believe in ‘safety : first.’ ]

r “ Lead-
a f Every our? wasted thy sickness ‘And it was the same at Lead

__-_~—s- makes me impatient. There’s somuch
to dé in this wonderful old world;
Ps é and when you're over seventy there's
. such a little time to do it in. Aurora
tells me Jack’s getting on all right—
not that I expected anything else.
He’s got the Nelson grit, and there’s
no chance that he'll be imposed on
at the Adam ranch, Eve would see
to that even if John Adam wasn’t the
Some thought
they were too easy going when the
boys were youngsters, but—look at

kindest soul alive.

the four of 'em!’”

“Well, you'll see them all in good
time, unless you get desperate and

ville. Bedlam broke loose after the
men stopped work, and it was almost
impossible to sleep till daylight.”

“Was that the last of the gold and
silver rushes, Cousin Columbine?”

“Creede came later than Leadville,
as I said; then Cripple Creek, not to
mention the Pemperton hoax, my
dear. Some day I'll tell you about
that, but I mustn’t bore you with too
many tales at once. We grow gar-
rulous as we grow old, I fear; and
it’s years since I’ve talked over those
times with any one.”

“But I’m not bored,” Nancy as-
sured her. “You'll have to tell this
all over again when Jack is here. I

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wouldn't have him miss it for the
world. Do you suppose we could see
one of those mining towns some
day?” 3

“No reason in the world why you
can't. Come spring we'll make an
excursion to Cripple Creek. Even
now it will give you an idea of how
a mining town is built; and no
doubt Mark Adam would jump at
the chance to drive us over. Did he
say how Luke was getting on?”

“He'll be home soon on crutches.

Cousin Columbine?”

“Not in the least. He’s the odd

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“Aurora says he’s his mother’s
favorite.”

“Stuff and nonsense! If she felt
any favoritism Eve Adam has too
much sense to show it; but Luke's
affectionate, and not ashamed to let
folks find it out. I’ve thought at
times that Eve had a leaning to-
ward Matthew; but if that’s true it’s
only because he’s so shy she wants
to protect him.”

“How old is John?”

“Sixteen. Living with friends at
the Springs and going to high school.
He's headed for college in the East.
He and Mark are as alike as two
peas in looks; but John’s more quiet
and studious like his father. Mark's
the liveliest member of the family,
put Eve has a right to be proud of
him even if he has only a high
school diploma in place of Matt’s
AB. He still hopes to study forestry
when his father can spare him. Put
a stick of wood in that stove, Nancy,
and then I'll try to get a nap.”

‘As Nance obeyed she glanced at
the bedside table on which lay a copy
of the Atlantic Monthly almost a
year old. This reminded her of Pine
Ridge’s lack of reading matter, and
she asked: “How does it happen that
there’s no library here, Cousin Col-
umbine? It’s a pretty small place,
but doesn’t anybody like to read?”

It was moment before the old lady
responded; then she said: “I suppose
most of the folks ’round here are—
well, they haven’t a great deal of
education, and no background what-
ever. The Adams, and Theodore
Taylor, our postmaster, are the ex-
ceptions. The truth is, Nancy, any
youngsters with ambition usually
leave town, which is not to the ad-
vantage of Pine Ridge as a com-
munity. Then too, every one has
work to do, and reading’s regarded
as a luxury. That’s wrong, of
course; but being a pioneer I can un-
derstand it.”

“But they have time to loaf
around the store’ observed Nance
shrewdly. “And if they could get
good books just by going to a lib-
rary, perhaps they’d stop buying
those awful magazines Juanita feeds
on.”

“Maybe they would,” admitted
Cousin Columbine, “but public lib-
raries don’t grow on bushes; and in
a place like this there's no Aladdin
to rub his wonderful lamp and wish
for one!” i"

Nancy laughed as she went out,
leaving Cousin Columbine to her
nap. Aladdin! What would she do
to Pine Ridge if she possessed his
lamp? ‘This idea, and the inspira-
tion which was born of it an hour
later, so absorbed the girl that any
necessity for “killing time’ was quite
forgotten.

“What you been doin’ this long
afternoon?” questioned Aurora, pok-
ing her head into the tower room
without ceremony. ‘Supper’s been
ready for ten minutes; but every-
thing’s so still ’:>:und here I thought
maybe you was sound asleep.”

Nancy glanced up from the lengthy
and momentous letter she was writ-
ing to her Aunt Louise.

“You're right, Aurora. I think I’ve
been asleep most of my life, but I’m
waking up, thank goodness! Did you
ever hear about Aladdin and his won-
derful lamp?”

CHAPTER XII.

Nancy’s letter to her Aunt Louise
arrived on a Saturday, and she car-
ried it out to Edgemere to read
aloud. The young people had been
gone more than a month, and as the
strangeness of their absence wore
away, life was settling down into its
new routine, and Phil declared he
never wanted to go back to the city.

There were times when his mother
agreed with him. Despite financial
worry, Margaret Nelson was con-
scious of a sense of restfulness which
had been lost to her during the last
few years. Fond as she was of her
husband’s sister, Louise’s almost
daily comments on the children often
annoyed her; but now the week-end
visit was something to look forward
to. To-day she arrived on the train
with her brother, and said before she
had taken off her hat:

‘T've a letter from Nancy.
rather surprising on the
Shall I read it now?”

“Let's wait till I get supper on the

It’s
whole.

Does Luke look like his brothers, table,” suggested Margaret, with a

glance at her husband's tired face.

| “Phil says he’s famished, and no
member of the family and resembles| wonder! He's dug out every path since
no one. Luke was a timid little boy! four o'clock. I don’t know what I'd
and not quite so husky as the others.| qo without that boy, here in the
He's taking a year off before enter-| country. He's a real worker.”

“And in town there were no chores!

to occupy him,” observed his aunt.
“This move has been a splendid thing
for Phil, Margaret. He looks and
acts like a different boy. And I'm
not sure but that the visit to Color-
ado has done something for Nancy,
even if I did oppose it. Just wait
till I drop my things and Ill help
with supper. Those beans smell the
way Boston baked beans ought to
smell! I'll be down in a moment.”

Watching his sister run lightly up
the stairs, James Nelson wondered if
the change in environment hadn't
benefited her as well as Phil. Pos-
sibly Louise appreciated this taste
of family life the better, because of
her absence during the week. As
she disappeared, he bent to kiss his
wife for the second time since his
arrival. It was, Margaret compre-
hended, an effort on his part to make
up for the lack of cheering news,
and tactfully ‘refrained from asking
how the day had gone.

“This is wonderful brown bread,”
declared Louise when they assembled
at supper. “In our days of afflu-
ence, Margaret, I'd completely for-
gotten that you could cook! Ill
take two bites and then read the let-
ter. Have you heard from Color-
ado yourself to-day?”

“A note from Jack. He says—”

“It was addressed to me,” broke in
Phil impatiently. ‘He'd learned to
milk; and is riding horseback every
day. He says those Adam people
are awf’ly nice, and that Mr. Adam
does a lot of cooking because his
wife doesn’t like to and he does. He
hadn’t seen Nancy for more’n a week,
but one of the Adam boys was there
to dinner—at Cousin Columbine’s, I
mean; and there’s been a blizzard;
and Cousin Columbine and Nancy
are going to eat Christmas dinner at
the ranch ’cause they can’t spare
Jack; and Mr. Adam’s going to cook
the turkey all himself. I wish I
could go to Colorado and get a job.
Just feel my muscle.”

Aunt Louise complied obligingly;
and having satisfied her first hunger,
opened the letter from Pine Ridge.

“Read it all,” said Dad. “We
haven’t heard for several days.”

“No doubt Nance counted on my
bringing this out to-night. It should
have reached me sooner. Those
storms in the middle west delayed it,
and she’s in a burry for an answer
too. She says:

(To Be Continued)

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Sugar Treated With Liquid Air
Makes High Explosive

Sponge cakes and lumps of sugar
may serve as bombs in the next war,
a gathering of scientists in London
was told.

Professor W. B. Tuck of London
University demonstrated the deadli-
ness of these sweets before the scien-
tists. He soaked a piece of sponge
cake in liquid air which flared up
violently when touched with a
match.

“Treated with liquid air a piece of
of cake or a lump of sugar could
be used as high explosives,” said
Professor Tuck.

Prince Visits Guernsey

Franco-British friendship was in-
voked by the Prince of Wales when
he was welcomed at St. Peter Port,
Guernsey, on his arrival aboard the
destroyer Faulknor by Lieut.-Gov. E.
N. Broadbent . The prince declared
himself happy to visit “this beauti-
ful and fertile island both because of
its long connection with the British
Crown and its role as a connecting
link with the great friendly nation
on the other side of the English
Channel.”

For the funeral pyre of a Bud-
dhist priest in Burma recently, an
enormous white elephant was made
of paper and bamboo, and the coffin
raised to the canopied seat on the
elephant’s back for burning.

Don’t make fun of a fool unless
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Great Seal Of England Has Caused
Some Uneasy Moments

The custody of the Great Seal,
which passed from Lord Sankey to
Lord Hailsham, the new lord high
chancellor, in the recent changes in
the British government, has given
some uneasy moments to sundry lord
chancellors of the past.

More than once the symbol of
authority has been stolen, and on
one occasion it was not recovered.
James IL, when flying from White-
hall, threw the Great Seal into the
Thames, whence a fisherman recover-
ed it by chance many weeks later.
Once when Lord Brougham was in
Scotland the Great Seal was ab-
stracted from his room by playful
young ladies who, on beholding his
extreme distress, set him to find it,
by a game of “hot and cold,” in the
family tea-caddy.

In 1812, when Lord Eldon’s house
took fire, Eldon himself rushed out
with the Great Seal and buried it in
safety in a flower bed. In the excite-
ment he forgot the hiding-place, and
after the fire was extinguished the
whole family had to set to and dibble
with sticks in the various beds until
it was located.

Explorer Claims Discovery

Polish Count Believes He Has Found
King Sclo=:en’s liires

A claim to have identified Ophir,
the mysterious country from which
King Solomon procured gold for the
temple of Jerulsalem, is made by
Count Byron de Prorok, the Polish
explorer.

He says the Ophir of the Bible was
the modern Werka Warka, in the un-
known mountains of Western Abys-
sinia, which means “the valley of
gold.”

Count de Prorok found that mines
which furnished gold for the tombs
of the Kings of Egypt thousands of
years before Christ are being worked
to-day for local native rulers.

It was only with the greatest ‘dif-
ficulty, and after the personal inter-
vention of Lord Tyrrell, ex-British
Ambassador in Paris, that he ob-
tained permission from the Emperor
of Abyssinia to visit Werka Warka,
he declared.

Even then he and his party had to
travel at night and by secret passes
to avoid capture. Near the spot he
came on hundreds of slaves seeking
gold. Nearby were stone pyramids,
said to be tombs of slaves of the
time of the Egyptian kings.

“Now tell the jury, lady,” in-
structed the young lawyer, “just
where the prisoner was milking the
cow.

The young lady, a trifle embar-
rassed, smiled sweetly and replied,
“Why, I think it was just a little
back of the centre, sir.”

Sweden has advanced to fifth
among shipbuilding nations, passing

Little Helps For This Week

Who hath despised the day of
small things? Zechariah 4:10.

Little things on little wings
Bear little souls to heaven.

An occasional effort even of an
ordinary may a lish
great acts of sacrifice, or bear
severe pressure of unwonted trial.
But constant discipline in unnoticed
ways, and the spirit’s silent unselfish-
ness becoming the hidden habit of
life, give to it its saintly beauty, and
this is the result of care and lowly
love in little things. Perfection is
attained more readily by this con-
stancy of religious faithfulness in all
minor details of life, consecrating
the daily efforts of self-forgetting
love.

Love's secret is to be always doing
things for God, and not to mind be-
cause they are such very little ones.

hol

Some Old Bank Notes

Found In Ancient Records And

Dated 1770 And 1776
“Two samples of paper currency,
issued by British Colonies in America
before they became American States,
have just come to light at Cincin-
nati, Ohio. They are a Maryland
note for six dollars, entitling the
holder to receive “Bills of exchange
payable in London with gold or sil-
ver, at the rate of four shillings and
sixpence for each dollar,” dated 1770,
and a New Jersey bill, issued in
1776, for twelve shillings. Both bear
the warning: “To counterfeit is
death.” The bills were found in a
bundle of old records in the Cincin-
nati Board of Education Library.
How they got there is a mystery,
since at the time they were issued
Cincinnati was not even a trading
station, and few white men had pene-
trated into that part of the Red
Indians’ territory.

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Tower Being Built In Moscow To
Train Parachute Jumpers

Partly for military training, part-
ly for sport, the Soviet Union is
building in Moscow a steel tower
some 350 feet high, from which para-
chute jumpers may be trained.

The tower, in pentagonal shape,
will have five platforms from which
parachute students may jump. To
stimulate the experience of making
an actual leap from a plane, the
platforms will be made in the form
of an aeroplane cabin.

An elevator placed in the centre
of the tower will carry jumpers to
the platforms. The tower also will
serve as a beacon for aeroplanes and
a mooring mast for dirigibles. Its
lights will be visible for 18 miles.

Government scientists compare the
earth’s vegetation with a human
being’s skin—remove much of it and

Germany in this respect.

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