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<br>They were very hard up, for times were bad in the theatre world, and nobody seemed to want either one or the other. But no one knew it except themselves. They used to look helplessly into each other's eyes every morning, when he would come up from his dingy little home to where she lived, to see if, Micawber-like, anything had turned up. And another hopeless day would drag along. So it went for months. They had been pals for years-players together all over the world-won together-rejoiced together suffered together-and he had watched over her just like an old hen over her one chicken. So she called him "Hen-mother," then "Hen" for short. And now things looked very blue. In early life he had been at sea, but drifted away into the Australian bush, while his ship lay at Sandridge Pier and a new rush broke out. The rush was way up north on the Palmer; plenty of gold and lots of fever; he got some of both, and it became a question whether to get rich and die or get out.<br><br><br><br>So he "humped his drum" to. But he had seen gold. One day, camping at noon, he [https://www.thefashionablehousewife.com/?s=knocked knocked] a piece of stone off the cap of a reef which showed color freely. Gold had come too late! He crawled away along the ghastly track through Maytown to Hell's Gates and on to Cooktown where he stowed away on a ship bound south. They played together in Australia years afterwards, and he often spent an hour telling her of the old life on the Palmer River. They did well, made money and came back to London, where things prospered for them both, until one awful November day when she said she "felt gray"-and for three months doctors watched her hanging between life and death. Every night on his way to the theatre he would look up into the murky London sky and pray God for her life. And God was very good and listened, and he thanked God from his heart.<br><br><br><br>It was soon after this that things got so bad, and  [https://gitea.codedbycaleb.com/blancheconfort/derilapillow1586462/wiki/Tri-Core-Cervical-Support-Pillow%2C-Mid-size%2C-Firm-%26-Travel-Core-Combo Derila™ Memory Pillow] they came across a man they had known in the Colonies and all got to talking gold. And they looked over Dr. Jack's latest geological map and found no reef marked where Hen said there was gold. Hen put his finger on a spot that lay about twenty-six miles to the southeast of Maytown. And the man laughed. And the "Chicken" sighed. And the "Hen" folded up the map and put it way. But a few weeks later, at the "Stores," he and she were buying a few cheap necessaries for some one who was going into the tropics. There were many sorts to choose from, but all seemed very dear, they thought, for money was very scarce. That friend whom they had told had lent Hen enough to get out to the Palmer. Hen looked up and drew a quick breath.<br><br><br><br>My Hen-mother-I couldn't see anyone-I just locked my door-and threw myself down on my bed-and buried my face in the pillow-and then I thought of your poor old head on the horrid flock pillow-and my heart broke. Don't worry, my Hen, about me. I am in luck. I found the old spot where I camped years ago and broke the stone. The country is wild, unutterably wild and lonely. There is nothing within miles of me. I am absolutely alone. I have worked on the reef, which is a very fine one, and shows gold freely. It is on the top of a spur, and the other day I was fossicking in the gully below when I came across some nice little pieces of gold. God grant there is nothing wrong! Have cabled you one thousand pounds today. I wonder if Chicken would rather I kept my [https://www.torikorestaurant.ch/produit/pinuaga-nature/ Derila™ Memory Pillow] now than change it for a horse-hair one? He didn't know how much gold there was.<br>