keeping him."

"Oh, he'll be here shortly, so don't worry," Samson told her. "He'll
come so suddenly, mebbe, that ye'll be surprised. I find that it's
ginerally the unexpected that happens in this world. An' so ye want to
hear me little yarn, eh?"

"Certainly we do," and Glen settled herself comfortably in her chair.

"Well, I warn ye at the outset that it's about some of the deepest
things of life; of love an' sich like. But it's true as the Gospel."

"That should make it all the more interesting," Reynolds replied. "We
are both young, remember, and are fond of such things."

"Sure, sure, I'm well aware of that," and the prospector's eyes
twinkled. "Now, this story of mine goes back quite a number of years.
It is about a man who was carryin' on a very prosperous bizness in a
sartin city, the name of which I shall not mention jist now. He had
everything that his heart could desire, sich as money, friends, a good
home, a wife who was one in a million, an' a little child who made that
home full of joy. Then suddenly a great change took place. His wife
died, an' the man was left dazed an' helpless. He no longer took any
interest in his bizness, an' his one object was to git away from
people, far off into the wilderness that he might be alone with his
sorrow. The day at last came when he was missed in the city, an' his
friends an' acquaintances did not know what had become of him. But
thar was one thing that made them think he was not dead, an' that was
something which appeared in one of the papers. I remember the exact
words:

"'I go from the busy haunts of men, far from the worry an' bustle of
bizness life. I may be found, but only he who is worthy will find me,
an' whoever finds me, will, I trust, not lose his reward. From the
loopholes of retreat I shall watch the stress an' fever of life, but
shall not mingle in the fray."

Before Samson had ended, Reynolds was on his feet, standing excitedly
before him.

"That man is Henry Redmond!" he exclaimed. "Did you know him? Have
you any idea where he is?"

"Set down, young man, set down," the prospector ordered. "Don't git
excited. Yes, I'm speakin' of Henry Redmond. No doubt ye've heard of
him."

"Indeed I have, and if you know where he is, tell me quick."

Samson's eyes twinkled with amusement as he waved Reynolds back to his
chair.

"Jist be patient until I git through with me yarn, will ye? I'm mighty
glad that yer so interested in the