41 Lure O Gold 1904

"
"
The Lure o
Gold
regular milkman s
grip.
"
Is it really you ? Why, of
course it is! I d know the son of William Morning
anywhere, by his father s big brown eyes and square
lower jaw, to say nothing of that nose. How are you,
John, my lad, and how did you get away up here ?
"I m
pretty well, thank you, Doctor Quaritch,"
said I, "and I m awfully glad
it s you. I thought it
might be well, I didn t know who it
might be."
"
"
So you were prepared, eh ?
he laughed, glancing
at the rifle.
But what are you doing here ? I
thought you and your father were in the Klondike."
"So we were; but we couldn t strike pay there, and
so we came over this way."
While he sat on the edge of his bed, with his short
legs hanging over,
his merry blue eyes agleam, I
his face alight with friendship and
tures and of the fortune we had made.
told him of our adven
"It s too bad he took that fever," he said, referring
to my father, his eyes full of kindly sympathy, "but
it
couldn t
have been typhoid; probably only a malarial
disorder what our distinguished medical friend
Shakespeare would call a distemper of the blood.
Wish I had been here. I might have seen what a ship s
doctor could have done for him. But your good luck
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