Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 151: what you’re looking at

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ort» a i oe HVERET MAKES A STARTLING DISCOVERY. 147 am from Richmond, Virginia,” and the young Southerner _ smiled as he thus introduced himself. “Well, I’m beat! Here I’ve been talking to you for more’n an hour and neve: told you who I be!” said the miner, looking blank. “There ain’t nothing high-sound- ing about mv name, but Bob Whittaker is an honest one, and I’m not ashamed of it; and I’m from most anywhere, just as it happens. I guess now we can hitch hosses and go along without any more ceremony.” | CHAPTER, XXIV. EVERET MAKES A STARTLING DISCOVERY. It was settled that Everet Mapleson was to accom- pany Bob Whittaker, the miner, to the mines of New Mexico, and two days after the conversation related in | the previous chapter found them on their way thither. Arriving at their destination, about a week later, they found that what had been asmall camp in those early days, when Bob Whittaker had worked for Captain Dale, was now athriving village, or ‘‘city,” as the place was designated in that region, and the miner could hardly realize that it was the same place which had once been so familiar to him. Everet looked about the town with a great deal of interest, after which he visited the tiny plot where, overshadowed by a venerable cypress tree, all that re-— mained of beautiful Annie Dale rested. There was no sign of any grave there now; every trace of it had disappeared. There was nothing save a simple — head-stone of pure Italian marble, with the single name *“‘Annie” inscribed upon it, standing in the center of the inclosure, to mark the spot where she had been laid. Two or three varieties of ivy had been planted by some loving hand beside the fence which surrounded it, and a luxuriant growth now almost concealed it from view, and embowered the little plot of ground in a frame-work of living green. The small house, where the beautiful girl had lived during that short, happy year, and where her child was hborn—where, as Everet Manpleson firmly believed. Geof- frey Dale Huntress was born—stood near this spot, and was still empty. Comichbooks (E(0) =}