“I have almost made up my mind that I should like to remain in Gold Bluff,” continued Vance, looking inquiringly at Louise. “My confidence in Gray Rocks is growing daily, and I believe it is only a question of a short time until your father’s efforts will be crowned with success.”
“Mr. Gilder,” replied Louise, feelingly, “I thank you for your confidence and faith in my father. It seems that nearly every one disbelieves in his final success. I cannot tell why, yet my faith is unbounded. Even sister Virgie has lost hope, and at times papa is greatly discouraged because sister and Aunt Sally talk as they do; but I am sure in time he will be able to fully prove how mistaken they are in their judgment.”
As Vance rose to go he took her hand and said “Miss Bonifield, you certainly are a noble daughter, and your father is pardonable for wishing to keep you with him in this western country. I am beginning to understand what a great strength and support you must be to him.”
“Thank you,” replied Louise, “I am sure you overestimate the assistance I am to my father, but my greatest pride is in doing something that will add to his comfort, and I am sure papa cannot want me with him more than I wish to remain.”
Vance had become accustomed to Louise’s frankness of speech, yet he received a shock that thrilled him with delight when she said, “I shall be very happy, Mr. Gilder, if you conclude to remain in Gold Bluff. You have no idea how lonesome I should be if you were to go away.”
Vance’s heart beat wildly, and something seemed to rise up in his throat as he attempted to thank her. The expression of his face evidently betrayed his feelings, for she quickly drew away, and with a formality that was new to Vance she bowed stiffly and said “Good night.” After leaving the Bonifield’s home, he followed the road which led up the mountain side toward Gray Rocks. The moon, large and round, was just lifting itself above the eastern horizon. He walked on past the shaft, where the night force of men were busy working away toward the 400 foot level, and soon found himself near the old prospect shaft on the Peacock. The valley where the little city of Gold Bluff nestled was far beneath him. He saw a light glimmering from one of the windows in the Bonifield home, and interpreted it as a beacon of hope.
