The easiest way : $b a story of metropolitan lifeHornblow, Arthur
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The easiest way : $b a story of metropolitan life
Hornblow, Arthur
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mistresses -- Fiction; Women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
The freshly stacked fire send clouds of smoke skywards, and its crimson
glow, casting a vivid light on the two men crouching close by, made
their abject figures stand out with startling distinctness against the
gray background of the snow-clad landscape. Madison, who had long been
silent, staring stolidly into the flames, listening absent-mindedly to
his companion's arguments, at last broke in:
"Gold! I'm sick of gold--sick of the very word. I'd give all the gold
there is in the world just to see Laura once again. That's all I'd
ask--to see her just once. Then I'd be willing to die in peace. She has
no idea of this. Do you think they'll ever know? Maybe some one will
find our bodies."
Bill made no answer. He was paying no attention. His mind was too weak
to grasp what was said. He had only one thought--one fixed thought--and
that was--gold. Pointing off in the distance, where a mass of
moss-covered rock rose like some gigantic vessel in an ocean of snow,
he said in a thick, uncertain voice:
"John, my boy, I had a dream last night. I dreamt I tried some of them
high spots yonder. I struck the rock with my pick, and suddenly I was
dazzled. Wet flakes of shining gold stared up at me from the quartz. I
struck again, and there was more gold. I pulled the moss from it, and
everywhere there was gold. I struck right and left, and a perfect
shower of nuggets as big as my head rolled at my feet. Then I woke up."
"Yes," said John sarcastically, "then you woke up."
Bill nodded stupidly.
"I know it was only a dream," he said, "but somehow I can't get the
gold out of my head. I've a notion to go and try them rocks. You might
try in the other direction."
John shrugged his shoulders.
"Won't do any harm as I know of," he said wearily. "Go and try. I'll
stay here a while and nurse my frost bites. When I'm rested I'll go and
try my luck."
His mate rose, and taking his pick, the weight of which was almost too
much for his strength, said cheerily:
"If I find anything, I'll holler," he said.
"I guess you won't holler," replied his comrade, with a wan smile.
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