to live in San Francisco. I met her in Salt
Lake City in 1908. She was a thin, hard-
faced woman, very well-dressed, very re-
served in manner. Curiously enough, she re-
minded me of Mrs. Gardener, for whom she
had worked in Black Hawk so long ago. She
told me about some of the desperate chances
she had taken in the gold country, but the
thrill of them was quite gone. She said frankly
that nothing interested her much now but
making money. The only two human beings
of whom she spoke with any feeling were the
Swede, Johnson, who had given her his claim,
and Lena Lingard. She had persuaded Lena
to come to San Francisco and go into busi-
ness there.

"Lincoln was never any place for her,"
Tiny remarked. "In a town of that size Lena
would always be gossiped about. Frisco's
the right field for her. She has a fine class of
trade. Oh, she's just the same as she always
was! She's careless, but she's level-headed.
She's the only person I know who never gets
any older. It's fine for me to have her there;
somebody who enjoys things like that. She
keeps an eye on me and won't let me be
shabby. When she thinks I need a new dress,

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