my mother."

"Other men have said the same thing, young man," and Weston smiled.
"They, like yourself, followed attractive faces, pleasing forms, and
luring voices, and when it was too late they found out their mistake.
You know the legend of the Sirens, I suppose?"

"That has been true, sir, in many cases. But mine is different. Some
women have many outward attractions, but no souls. The first time I
beheld your daughter I detected something in her that I never saw
before in any woman, and that is saying a great deal. Since I have
known her better, I have found that I was right, and that she is worthy
of a man's noblest vision. A woman such as she is would elevate a man
who has the least spark of nobleness."

"You are right, young man, you are certainly right," Weston
acknowledged, and his voice was somewhat husky. "You are more than
fortunate in having such a vision. But what will it lead to?"

"That remains to be seen," Reynolds slowly replied. "Anyway, the
vision I have been following has made a new man of me already. Before
I saw your daughter on the street one night, I had no aim in life. I
was ready to drift anywhere and into anything. But the sight of her
brought me up standing, and gave me a new impulse. Even though my
vision should never be attained, I am better and stronger, for what the
poet says is true, that 'The striving makes the man.'"

They were crossing a wild meadow now, and before them loomed the high
hill up which Reynolds had so wearily climbed in his great battle for
life. He could hardly believe that they were so near the place, and he
expressed his astonishment to his companion.

"We have come in a straight course," Weston explained, "and that makes
the difference. When you were lost, you wandered around for a long
time until you happened by chance upon yonder hill. It is a wonder to
me that you ever found your way out of this region."

"So it is to me," Reynolds replied. "And to think that I was so
foolish as to chase that moose after what Frontier Samson told me. I
see now that the old man was right. I wonder where he can be. Perhaps
he has gone back to Big Draw. I must go there, too, as soon as we
return, for I feel sure that Samson is worrying about me."

"If we find that mine, you will have to hurtle to Big Draw to record
our claims," Weston reminded. "One of the Indians can go with you to
show the way."

"I suppose the miners will make a wild stampede into