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ich your engineer will address to you are a farewell。 You have lived in this mine； which your hands have emptied。 The work has been hard； but not without profit for you。 Our great family must disperse； and it is not probable that the future will ever again unite the scattered members。 But do not forget that we have lived together for a long time； and that it will be the duty of the miners of Aberfoyle to help each other。 Your old masters will not forget you either。
When men have worked together； they must never be stranger to each other again。
We shall keep our eye on you； and wherever you go； our remendations shall follow you。 Farewell then； my friends； and may Heaven be with you！〃
So saying； James Starr wrung the horny hand of the oldest miner； whose eyes were dim with tears。 Then the overmen of the different pits came forward to shake hands with him； whilst the miners waved their caps； shouting； 〃Farewell； James Starr； our master and our friend！〃
This farewell would leave a lasting remembrance in all these honest hearts。 Slowly and sadly the population quitted the yard。 The black soil of the roads leading to the Dochart pit resounded for the last time to the tread of miners' feet； and silence succeeded to the bustling life which had till then filled the Aberfoyle mines。
One man alone remained by James Starr。 This was the overman； Simon Ford。 Near him stood a boy； about fifteen years of age； who for some years already had been employed down below。
James Starr and Simon Ford knew and esteemed each other well。 〃Good…by； Simon；〃 said the engineer。
〃Good…by； Mr。 Starr；〃 replied the overman； 〃let me add； till we meet again！〃
〃Yes； till we meet again。 Ford！〃 answered James Starr。 〃You know that I shall be always glad to see you； and talk over old times。〃
〃I know that； Mr。 Starr。〃
〃My house in Edinburgh is always open to you。〃
〃It's a long way off； is Edinburgh！〃 answered the man shaking his head。 〃Ay； a long way from the Dochart pit。〃
〃A long way； Simon？ Where do you mean to live？〃
〃Even here； Mr。 Starr！ We're not going to leave the mine； our good old nurse； just because her milk is dried up！ My wife； my boy； and myself； we mean to remain faithful to her！〃
〃Good…by then； Simon；〃 replied the engineer； whose voice； in spite of himself； betrayed some emotion。
〃No； I tell you； it's TILL WE MEET AGAIN； Mr。 Starr； and not Just 'good…by；'〃 returned the foreman。 〃Mark my words； Aberfoyle will see you again！〃
The engineer did not try to dispel the man's illusion。 He
patted Harry's head； again wrung the father's hand； and left the mine。
All this had taken place ten years ago； but； notwithstanding the wish which the overman had expressed to see him again； during that time Starr had heard nothing of him。 It was after ten years of separation that he got this letter from Simon Ford； requesting him to take without delay the road to the old Aberfoyle colliery。
A munication of an interesting nature； what could it be？ Dochart pit。 Yarrow shaft！ What recollections of the past these names brought back to him！ Yes； that was a fine time； that of work； of struggle；……the best part of the engineer's life。 Starr re…read his letter。 He pondered over it in all its bearings。 He much regretted that just a line more had not been added by Ford。 He wished he had not been quite so laconic。
Was it possible that the old foreman had discovered some new vein？ No！ Starr remembered with what minute care the mines had been explored before the definite cessation of the works。 He had himself proceeded to the lowest soundings without finding the least trace in the soil； burrowed in every direction。 They had even attempted to find coal under strata which are usually below it； such as the Devonian red sandstone； but without result。 James Starr had therefore abandoned the mine with the absolute conviction that it did not contain another bit of coal。
〃No；〃 he repeated； 〃no！ How is it possible that anything which could have escaped my researches； should be revealed to those of Simon Ford。 However； the old overman must well know that such a discovery would be the one thing in the world to interest me； and this invitation； which I must keep secret； to repair to the Dochart pit！〃 James Starr always came back to that。
On the other hand； the engineer knew Ford to be a clever miner； peculiarly endowed with the instinct of his trade。 He had not seen him since the time when the Aberfoyle colliery was abandoned； and did not know either what he was doing or where he was living； with his wife and his son。 All that he now knew was； that a rendezvous had been appointed him at the Yarrow shaft； and that Harry； Simon Ford's son； was to wait for him during the whole of the next day at the Callander station。
〃I shall go； I shall go！〃 said Starr； his excitement increasing as the time drew near。
Our worthy engineer belonged to that class of men whose brain is always on the boil； like a kettle on a hot fire。 In some of these brain kettles the ideas bubble over； in others they just simmer quietly。 Now on this day； James Starr's ideas were boiling fast。
But suddenly an unexpected incident occurred。 This was the drop of cold water； which in a moment was to condense all the vapors of the brain。 About six in the evening； by the third post； Starr's servant brought him a second letter。 This letter was enclosed in a coarse envelope； and evidently directed by a hand unaccustomed to the use of a pen。 James Starr tore it open。 It contained only a scrap of paper； yellowed by time； and apparently torn out of an old copy book。
On this paper was written a single sentence； thus worded：
〃It is useless for the engineer James Starr to trouble himself； Simon Ford's letter being now without object。〃
No signature。
CHAPTER II ON THE ROAD
THE course of James Starr's ideas was abruptly stopped； when he got this second letter contradicting the first。
〃What does this mean？〃 said he to himself。 He took up the torn envelope； and examined it。 Like the other； it bore the Aberfoyle postmark。 It had therefore e from the same part of the county of Stirling。 The old miner had evidently not written it。 Bu