u'll know her as soon as you lay eyes on her."

So saying he opened the back of his watch and exposed a girl's photograph
pasted on the inside of the case. Corry Hutchinson gazed at it with
admiration welling up in his eyes.

"Mabel is her name," Pentfield went on. "And it's just as well you
should know how to find the house. Soon as you strike 'Frisco, take a
cab, and just say, 'Holmes's place, Myrdon Avenue'--I doubt if the Myrdon
Avenue is necessary. The cabby'll know where Judge Holmes lives.

"And say," Pentfield continued, after a pause, "it won't be a bad idea
for you to get me a few little things which a--er--"

"A married man should have in his business," Hutchinson blurted out with
a grin.

Pentfield grinned back.

"Sure, napkins and tablecloths and sheets and pillowslips, and such
things. And you might get a good set of china. You know it'll come hard
for her to settle down to this sort of thing. You can freight them in by
steamer around by Bering Sea. And, I say, what's the matter with a
piano?"

Hutchinson seconded the idea heartily. His reluctance had vanished, and
he was warming up to his mission.

"By Jove! Lawrence," he said at the conclusion of the council, as they
both rose to their feet, "I'll bring back that girl of yours in style.
I'll do the cooking and take care of the dogs, and all that brother'll
have to do will be to see to her comfort and do for her whatever I've
forgotten. And I'll forget damn little, I can tell you."

The next day Lawrence Pentfield shook hands with him for the last time
and watched him, running with his dogs, disappear up the frozen Yukon on
his way to salt water and the world. Pentfield went back to his Bonanza
mine, which was many times more dreary than before, and faced resolutely
into the long winter. There was work to be done, men to superintend, and
operations to direct in burrowing after the erratic pay streak; but his
heart was not in the work. Nor was his heart in any work till the tiered
logs of a new cabin began to rise on the hill behind the mine. It was a
grand cabin, warmly built and divided into three comfortable rooms. Each
log was hand-hewed and squared--an expensive whim when the axemen
received a daily wage of fifteen dollars; but to him nothing could be too
costly for the home in which Mabel Holmes was to live.

So he went about with the building of the cabin, singing, "And oh, my
fair, would I somewhere might house my heart w