You think me bitter and hard.Well,I should have left you in your fool's paradise,but that I saw to-night,when you came here,that your eyes had been opened like mine.You,the possessor of my wealth,my treasure,could not buy your children's loving care and company with your millions,any more than I could keep mine in my poverty.You were to-night lonely and forsaken,as I was.We were equal,for the first time in our lives.If that cursed gold had dropped down the shaft between us into the hell from which it sprang,we might have clasped hands like brothers across the chasm."Mulrady,who in a friendly show of being at his ease had not yet resumed his coat,rose in his shirt-sleeves,and,standing before the hearth,straightened his square figure by drawing down his waistcoat on each side with two powerful thumbs.After a moment's contemplative survey of the floor between him and the speaker,he raised his eyes to Slinn.They were small and colorless;the forehead above them was low,and crowned with a shock of tawny reddish hair;even the rude strength of his lower features was enfeebled by a long,straggling,goat-like beard;but for the first time in his life the whole face was impressed and transformed with a strong and simple dignity.
"Ez far ez I kin see,Slinn,"he said,gravely,"the pint between you and me ain't to be settled by our children,or wot we allow is doo and right from them to us.Afore we preach at them for playing in the slumgullion,and gettin'themselves splashed,perhaps we mout ez well remember that that thar slumgullion comes from our own sluice-boxes,where we wash our gold.So we'll just put THEMbehind us,so,"he continued,with a backward sweep of his powerful hand towards the chimney,"and goes on.The next thing that crops up ahead of us is your three years in the hospital,and wot you went through at that time.I ain't sayin'it wasn't rough on you,and that you didn't have it about as big as it's made;but ez you'll allow that you'd hev had that for three years,whether I'd found your mine or whether I hadn't,I think we can put THAT behind us,too.There's nothin'now left to prospect but your story of your strike.Well,take your own proofs.Masters is not here;and if he was,accordin'to your own story,he knows nothin'of your strike that day,and could only prove you were a disappointed prospector in a tunnel;your letter--that the person you wrote to never got--YOU can't produce;and if you did,would be only your own story without proof!There is not a business man ez would look at your claim;there isn't a friend of yours that wouldn't believe you were crazy,and dreamed it all;there isn't a rival of yours ez wouldn't say ez you'd invented it.Slinn,I'm a business man--I am your friend--I am your rival--but I don't think you're lyin'--Idon't think you're crazy--and I'm not sure your claim ain't a good one!
"Ef you reckon from that that I'm goin'to hand you over the mine to-morrow,"he went on,after a pause,raising his hand with a deprecating gesture,"you're mistaken.For your own sake,and the sake of my wife and children,you've got to prove it more clearly than you hev;but I promise you that from this night forward I will spare neither time nor money to help you to do it.I have more than doubled the amount that you would have had,had you taken the mine the day you came from the hospital.When you prove to me that your story is true--and we will find some way to prove it,if it IStrue--that amount will be yours at once,without the need of a word from law or lawyers.If you want my name to that in black and white,come to the office to-morrow,and you shall have it.""And you think I'll take it now?"said the old man passionately.
"Do you think that your charity will bring back my dead wife,the three years of my lost life,the love and respect of my children?
Or do you think that your own wife and children,who deserted you in your wealth,will come back to you in your poverty?No!Let the mine stay,with its curse,where it is--I'll have none of it!""Go slow,old man;go slow,"said Mulrady,quietly,putting on his coat."You will take the mine if it is yours;if it isn't,I'll keep it.If it is yours,you will give your children a chance to sho what they can do for you in your sudden prosperity,as I shall give mine a chance to show how they can stand reverse and disappointment.If my head is level--and I reckon it is--they'll both pan out all right."He turned and opened the door.With a quick revulsion of feeling,Slinn suddenly seized Mulrady's hand between both of his own,and raised it to his lips.Mulrady smiled,disengaged his hand gently,and saying soothingly,"Go slow,old man;go slow,"closed the door behind him,and passed out into the clear Christmas dawn.
For the stars,with the exception of one that seemed to sparkle brightly over the shaft of his former fortunes,were slowly paling.
A burden seemed to have fallen from his square shoulders as he stepped out sturdily into the morning air.He had already forgotten the lonely man behind him,for he was thinking only of his wife and daughter.And at the same moment they were thinking of him;and in their elaborate villa overlooking the blue Mediterranean at Cannes were discussing,in the event of Mamie's marriage with Prince Rosso e Negro,the possibility of Mr.
Mulrady's paying two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,the gambling debts of that unfortunate but deeply conscientious nobleman.
