MONEY MAGIC

By HAMLIN GARLAND

SUNSET EDITION

HARPER & BROTHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON

COPYRIGHT 1907 BY HAMLIN GARLAND

HE ROSE AND WALKED UP AND DOWN

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. The Clerk of the Golden Eagle
CHAPTER II. Marshall Haney Changes Heart
CHAPTER III. Bertha Yields to Temptation
CHAPTER IV. Haney Meets an Avenger
CHAPTER V. Bertha's Upward Flight
CHAPTER VI. The Haney Palace
CHAPTER VII. Bertha Repulses an Enemy
CHAPTER VIII. Bertha Receives an Invitation
CHAPTER IX. Bertha Meets Ben Fordyce
CHAPTER X. Ben Fordyce Calls on Horseback
CHAPTER XI. Ben Becomes Adviser to Mrs. Haney
CHAPTER XII. Alice Heath Has a Vision
CHAPTER XIII. Bertha's Yellow Cart
CHAPTER XIV. The Jolly Send-off
CHAPTER XV. Mart's Visit to His Sister
CHAPTER XVI. A Dinner and a Play
CHAPTER XVII. Bertha Becomes a Patron of Art
CHAPTER XVIII. Bertha's Portrait is Discussed
CHAPTER XIX. The Farther East
CHAPTER XX. Bertha Meets Manhattan
CHAPTER XXI. Bertha Makes a Promise
CHAPTER XXII. The Serpent's Coil
CHAPTER XXIII. Bertha's Flight
CHAPTER XXIV. The Haneys Return to the Peaks
CHAPTER XXV. Bertha's Decision
CHAPTER XXVI. Alice Visits Haney
CHAPTER XXVII. Marshall Haney's Sentence
CHAPTER XXVIII. Virtue Triumphs
CHAPTER XXIX. Marshall Haney's Last Trail

MONEY MAGIC

CHAPTER I

THE CLERK OF THE GOLDEN EAGLE

Sibley Junction is in the sub-tropic zone of Colorado. It lies in a hot, dry, but immensely productive valley at an altitude of some four thousand feet above the sea, a village laced with irrigating ditches, shaded by big cotton-wood-trees, and beat upon by a genial, generous-minded sun. The boarders at the Golden Eagle Hotel can sit on the front stoop and see the snow-filled ravines of the mountains to the south, and almost hear the thunder crashing round old Uncompahgre, even when the broad leaves above their heads are pulseless and the heat of the mid-day light is a cataract of molten metal.

It is, as I have said, a productive land, for upon this ashen, cactus-spotted, repellent flat men have directed the cool, sweet water of the upper world, and wherever this life-giving fluid touches the soil grass and grain spring up like magic.

For all its wild and beautiful setting, Sibley is now a town of farmers and traders rather than of miners. The wagons entering the gates