Elizabeth H. Gray

Summary

Elizabeth H. Gray Old Ninety-Nine's Cave (1909)

In one corner of the cave was a large chest which “Ninety-Nine” opened and told Benny to look in, holding over it the lighted candle. Benny looked and beheld “heaps upon heaps of gold, silver and precious stones.” “Ninety-Nine” raked his fingers back and forth through the shining treasures and finally, after bandaging Benny’s eyes, they started down the mountain.
“What became of the Indian?” Hernando inquired.
“No one knows. He was very old and the people lost sight of him. This valley is full of Indian legends, and some of them are beautiful,” said Eletheer.
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Elizabeth H. Gray Old Ninety-Nine's Cave (1909)

No professional sympathy in the tones of one whose heart was bleeding. Elisha himself only guessed at the depth of the love that this good man had for him. When he concluded, there was not a dry eye in the room; even Watson sobbed audibly, and Margaret stole quietly upstairs to Celeste, her “baby,” who lay as one dead.
Eletheer opened the door of Mary’s room just as Margaret passed. Her patient was sleeping, and, throwing her arms around Margaret’s neck, she whispered through tears which fell thick and fast,—“Oh, Margaret, and his last act was saving our lives!” Margaret could not speak.
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Elizabeth H. Gray Old Ninety-Nine's Cave (1909)

Celeste felt a trifle awed by this great big fellow who idolized the very ground she trod. Other men had confessed their love for her but this one was different, and when he said,112 “Celeste, I love you. Will you be my wife?” she knew that in that simple declaration was the fidelity of a lifetime.
“Celeste,” said Elisha, “I told Hernando of our engagement, and he wishes us every happiness.”
“I wonder if he will ever marry.”
“Probably not,” returned Elisha, “he is one of the few men capable of purely platonic affection. In his eyes all women are little lower than angels,” and Elisha smiled.
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