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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1910)(1910) (76 pages)

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THE QUILL. 17 but she banished the thought immiediately—he would never come hack! Poor little woman! The woman in the car turnec her thoughts from this sad subject. She hoped there was no one to worry about him tonight. Yet, What if he had no family, no one he cou'd call his own, no one to inspire him? It would be a sad worid surely if there were no one to work for but one’s self. Perhaps he had come west with the strong boyish desire for adventure, excitement and danger. His parents had disapproved and objected, but he would go, even if they feared for his safety. The mother’s thoughts came back to his wife and little children, for that seemed the most plausible. Why would a man thus torture himself, if not to keep the wo'f away from the door of those whom he loved and for whom he would die? No doubt he was fighting against hunger, thirst, and the world to find the needed gold. How he had hoped and prayed for success! When he first came, lured by the extravagant newspaper storizs, he had thought it a very easy matter to get rich. But one after another disappointment had broken down his courage. Now the goal seemed far away. Weeks afterward, when the mother and her son were pleasantly situated in their Goldfield home, suddenly remembering the prospector, she wondered where he was. Perhaps he was resting ‘by Lake Walker. Its gray, cheerless waters stretched away from him north and south. Looking across the lake, the high, rocky cliffs obstructed farther view and shadowed the water. The sun wns dimmed by a few heat clouds. There was not a tree or blade of grass to relieve the awful intensity of the glaring desert and the many colored hills. The prospector, gasping for breath, was lying prostrate by the water's edge. His wild eyes looked greedily at the menacing alkaline Waves which lapped near his head, but gave no relief to his burning throat and parched lips. A high fever was burning in his veins. He could go no farther—the end was near! He had failed! All his hard work, -his privations, his hopes were in vain. Soon in delirium he was tortured anew by disappointments and greater struggles. In his great agonyi his wife seemed to appear before him with a cup of clear, cool water. The prospector looked into her smiling eyes and took heart for a new life in the Hereafter. HOPE LOBNER, ‘12. * > eS ee Se ei.