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Fox, John, 1863-1919

"The Trail of the Lonesome Pine"

"Go
on, gal, and see whut he's done."
With eager hands she put the key in the lock and when she pushed
open the door, she gasped. Another room had been added to the
cabin--and the fragrant smell of cedar made her nostrils dilate.
Bub pushed by her and threw open the shutters of a window to the
low sunlight, and June stood with both hands to her head. It was a
room for her--with a dresser, a long mirror, a modern bed in one
corner, a work-table with a student's lamp on it, a wash-stand and
a chest of drawers and a piano! On the walls were pictures and
over the mantel stood the one she had first learned to love--two
lovers clasped in each other's arms and under them the words
"Enfin Seul."
"Oh-oh," was all she could say, and choking, she motioned Bub from
the room. When the door closed, she threw herself sobbing across
the bed.
Over at the Gap that night Hale sat in his office with a piece of
white paper and a lump of black coal on the table in front of him.
His foreman had brought the coal to him that day at dusk. He
lifted the lump to the light of his lamp, and from the centre of
it a mocking evil eye leered back at him.


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