Being the fifth story of "Who Will Marry Mary?" Justin Bradford, ex-captain U.S.A., gave up his commission in the army, and went out to the Rocky Mountains largely for the sake of a girl. The girl's name was Mary Cuyler, and she was very wealthy. So wealthy, in fact, that the fortune hunters of two continents were at her feet. Since Bradford was too much of a man to be willing that Mary should dream for an instant that he was of the same stamp as the motley crowd of penniless dukes and eager adventurers that sought to win her, he decided that the only thing he could do was to acquire a fortune which should be at least equal to hers. When a favorable opportunity presented itself, he invested all he had in a section of mining property, resigned his commission and went west to develop his holdings. Shortly after he arrived in Golden City, he discovered that the land which the famous Silver Star Mining Company was developing was actually his by title. He verified his discovery by careful surveying, and immediately put the case in the courts. Mary, far away at a summer camp in Maine, received the alarming news from her agent that there was serious danger that she might lose her entire fortune. Filled with alarm, she hurried out to Golden City to see for herself just what the trouble was. On her ride from the hotel out to her mine, she met Bradford in the midst of his surveying operations. After their mutual astonishment had passed away, Mary told Bradford all her troubles. Some wicked adventurer was trying to take her nice mine away from her, and she was so angry that she almost wished she could slap him, whoever he was. She did not notice Bradford's face as she spoke. It had grown suddenly grave and hard. He asked her if the mine in question was the "Silver Star." She replied affirmatively in some surprise, and Bradford after shaking her hand turned away. That night, Mary received a letter from her lawyer, saying that the suit against the mine had been suddenly withdrawn, and that she was left in sole possession. Her joy was tempered somewhat by a letter from Bradford, congratulating her on her success, and telling her that he was going to San Diego. So Mary was left to her own thoughts. What a queer fellow this Bradford was.