The Argosy, Vol. 76, No. 3 — page 91: what you’re looking at

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GOLD GRABBERS. Bremerton struggled. to his feet and put out his hand. His face was glow- ing with happiness. “Silas, my old partner!” he ex- claimed. “ You have come back! I can hear the flood waters in Arapahoe Cafion! This time, though, you have saved more than my life.” “How’s that?’ queried Deane, gripping the hand. Bremerton turned@to take Mariquita ~ in his arms. 561 “ Whisht!’ murmured O’Hara, ta- king Deane by the sleeve and drawing him away. “ Can’t you see how it is? I knew it from the start. Ill shake with, you, too, Silas Deane. Neither you nor I can be Lee’s best friend any more. The girl, God bless her, is near- est his heart. You’ve made their fu- ture safe and you ought to be happy.” O’Hara wiped his eyes. “Where’s that divilish flute?” he asked, looking around blindly. THE END. 4 A HEALTH. I FILL this cup to one made up ‘Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given : A form so fair, that, like the air, ’Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music’s own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; ‘The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows, As one may see the burdened bee Forth issue from the rose. Affections are as thoughts to her, The measures of her hours; Her feelings have the fragrancy, The freshness of young flowers} And lovely passions, changing oft, So fill her, she appears The image of themselves by turns— The idol of past years! I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— Her health! and would on earth there stood \ Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name. Edward Coate Pinkney. COMicdoo S CO@