They were those of the sailor who leaves his disabled vessel--of the proprietor who sees the house of his ancestors pulled down.

He pressed Ford's hand; but now the latter seized that of the engineer, and, wringing it: "That day we were all of us mistaken," he exclaimed.

"No! The old mine was not dead.

It was not a corpse that the miners abandoned; and I dare to assert, Mr.Starr, that its heart beats still." "Speak, Ford! Have you discovered a new vein ?" cried the engineer, unable to contain himself.

"I know you have! Your letter could mean nothing else." "Mr.Starr," said Simon Ford, "I did not wish to tell any man but yourself." "And you did quite right, Ford.