ll, don't talk; not a
word to the boys of this. Stay! Give me the paper and the sprig. I've
got to go to San Francisco next week, and I'll take care of it and think
it out!" He knew that Parkhurst might be tempted to talk, but without
the paper his story would be treated lightly. Parkhurst handed him the
paper, and the two men returned to the camp-fire.

That night Bray slept but little. The superstition of the lover is
no less keen than that of the gambler, and Bray, while laughing at
Parkhurst's extravagant fancy, I am afraid was equally inclined to
believe that their good fortune came through Eugenia's influence.
At least he should tell her so, and her precious note became now an
invitation as well as an excuse for seeking her. The only fear that
possessed him was that she might have expected some acknowledgment of
her note before she left that afternoon; the only thing he could not
understand was how she had managed to convey the note to the spring,
for she could not have taken it herself. But this would doubtless be
explained by her in San Francisco, whither he intended to seek her. His
affairs, the purchasing of machinery for their new claim, would no doubt
give him easy access to her father.

But it was one thing to imagine this while procuring a new and
fashionable outfit in San Francisco, and quite another to stand before
the "palatial" residence of the Neworths on Rincon Hill, with the
consciousness of no other introduction than the memory of the Neworths'
discourtesy on the mountain, and, even in his fine feathers, Bray
hesitated. At this moment a carriage rolled up to the door, and Eugenia,
an adorable vision of laces and silks, alighted.

Forgetting everything else, he advanced toward her with outstretched
hand. He saw her start, a faint color come into her face; he knew he
was recognized; but she stiffened quickly again, the color vanished, her
beautiful gray eyes rested coldly on him for a moment, and then, with
the faintest inclination of her proud head, she swept by him and entered
the house.

But Bray, though shocked, was not daunted, and perhaps his own pride was
awakened. He ran to his hotel, summoned a messenger, inclosed her note
in an envelope, and added these lines:--

DEAR MISS NEWORTH,--I only wanted to thank you an hour ago, as I should
like to have done before, for the kind note which I inclose, but which
you have made me feel I have no right to treasure any longer, and to
tell you th