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Registered in United States Patent Office. Vel 11 No -1 Now 19145 f= — She ' GOLD A COMPLETE ‘LUST NOVEL by-" J ‘ALLAN DUNN Author of “The Greenstone Mask,” “The Island of the Dead,” etc. CHAPTER: I BURIED TREASURE Lust of Woman and Lust of Life, Lust of Travel and Lust of Strife; Never a one has the grip to hold And the power to curse—like Lust of Gold. sad HREE quarters of a million dol- S lars in gold. Ye gods! Did I ‘ understand you to ask me what I’d do with it?” The speaker, Jim Winton, once success- ful man of leisure, now, by a spin of For- tune’s wheel, a tardily equipped and strug- gling @ rehitect, came from the long tables “where he had been ‘working under the north- light windows of his sttidio and faced his friend. “T’ll tell you what I’d do with it,” he went on with mock earnestness, a twinkle in his brown eyes. ‘“I’d pile every blue- Copyright, 1915, by The Ridgeway Company. All rights reserved. 3 hess every crime on the calendar. print, tracing, plan and specification in the middle.of the floor, warn Peggy and Selim, . put the cat in safety, mail my insurance pol- icy to the owner and set fire to the studio. “Tf you ask me what I’d do for three quarters of a million I can tell you that also without hesitation: Commit with cheerful- “But I don’t believe there is that amount of loose coin in the world.” : “T didn’t say coin,” said Archer Addams. “This is gold-dust and. nuggets, at sixteen dollars to the ounce, twelve ounces to the pound, Troy weight, say close to two tons of the precious metal.” He stood by the fireplace in the light of the hickory logs, glowing brilliantly in the big studio, dusky with the shadows of the late Wintry afternoon, a brave figure of a man, well over six feet, lithe and alert, weather-bronzed despite the bleach of Win- ter, a trifle over thirty at a guess, scaling 200k ‘ co