the chief matter of importance,--and was in reality the most
pretentious structure gracing the single cluttered street of Glencaid.
Indeed, it was pointed at with much civic pride by those citizens never
compelled to exist within its yawning walls, and, with its ornament of
a wide commodious porch, appeared even palatial in comparison with the
log stable upon its left flank, or the dingy tent whose worm-eaten
canvas flapped dejectedly upon the right. Directly across the street,
its front a perfect blaze of glass, stood invitingly the Occidental
saloon; but the Widow Guffy, who operated the Miners' Home with a
strong hand, possessed an antipathy to strong liquor, which
successfully kept all suspicion of intoxicating drink absent from those
sacredly guarded precincts, except as her transient guests imported it
internally, in the latter case she naturally remained quiescent, unless
the offender became unduly boisterous. On such rare occasions Mrs.
Guffy had always proved equal to the emergency, possessing Irish
facility with either tongue or club.

Mr. Hampton during the course of his somewhat erratic career had
previously passed several eventful weeks in Glencaid. He was neither
unknown nor unappreciated at the Miners' Home, and having on previous
occasions established his reputation as a spender, experienced little
difficulty now in procuring promptly the very best accommodation which
the house afforded. That this arrangement was accomplished somewhat to
the present discomfort of two vociferous Eastern tourists did not
greatly interfere with his pleasurable interest in the situation.

"Send those two fellows in here to argue it out," he said, languidly,
after listening disgustedly to their loud lamentations in the hallway,
and addressing his remarks to Mrs. Guffy, who had glanced into the room
to be again assured regarding his comfort, and to express her deep