"You see. Mollle, Aunt Susan died
last winter and her will left this prop
erty to me. but if the berries can be
of any service to you, why you are
wclcomp."
With head tossed high, Mollle an
swered. "Very well, I can 111 afford the
expense, but I will have the title e
amlned. Until then I will pick the ber
ries, and if I find the place Is rightful
ome And Happiness
Just that darling nook in the hill-side
and what a lovely view it must
have! And such roses! Oh,. Dick, I
wonder if it's occupied!"
The new husband viewed the pretty
place critically.
A gray-haired woman came to the
door, wiping her floury hands on her
clean apron. Her face was pleasant,
and her voice and accent refined 'as
she naked;
"What can I do for you?"
The bride spoke eagerly, blushing a
little,
"We're interested In that little house
on the ' hill. You see, we're well,
we're looking for a house to live In,
you know, and "
"Well, in them days there waa in
Yellow Creek a saloon and hotel com
bined under the headin', "The Dew
Drop Inn.' It was run by a fat, bald
rate 1 man named Elversett; and it
had the faithful patronage of over a
hundred miners and cowmen at least,
the saloon half iid. Robert Selford got
a room in the hotel half. After he'd had
his supper, he walks into the saloon,
which was crowded, as usual. He goes
here and there among the little poker
tables, lookin' for. a man he don't find,
a man with each ear notched.
