'I am afraid,' she said, 'I am not very polite to-day, and rather abrupt;
but I will make up for it some other time.'
And so, bidding the young man good-bye, she drove to the bank, deposited
the cheque, drew her own for thirty thousand pounds, and carried it to
her father.
'There,' she said, 'is thirty thousand pounds, and I still own the mine,
or, at least, part of it. All the money is made from the cheque you gave
me, or, rather, two-thirds of it, because one-third was never touched.
Now, it seems to me, father, that, if I am a good enough business woman
to more than double my money in two years, I am a good enough business
woman to be consulted by my father whenever he needs a confidant. My dear
father, I want to take some of the burden off your shoulders.'
There were tears in her father's eyes as he put his arm round her waist
and whispered to her:
'There is no one in all London like you, my dear--no one, no one. I'll
have no more secrets from you, my own brave girl.'
CHAPTER XLI.
Kenyon's luck, as he said to himself, had turned. The second year was
even more prosperous than the first, and the third as successful as the
second. He had a steady market for his mineral, and, besides, he had the
great advantage of knowing the rogues to avoid. Some new swindles he had
encountered during his first year's experience had taught him lessons
that he profited by in the second and third. He liked his home in the
wilderness, and he liked the rough people amongst whom he found himself.
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