A Prospector's Christmas Story
copyright 1999 G.M. "DOC" Lousignont, Ph.D.
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Epilogue
Sam, had indeed come home that Christmas day. The stock that Sam had transferred into Frank and Sally's account had been transferred back out just about as fast.
Frank opened up a new brokerage account in Sally and Sam's name and had been doing some aggressive investing. Frank had taken Sam's life savings of a little over $300,000 and turned it into something a little shy of two million dollars.
Sam learned of this when he was presented his brokerage statement all Christmas wrapped. For at least the last two years of Sam's meager existence in the hills of Good Hope he had been a millionaire and didn't even know it.
He stayed with his family and used his money to make other people's lives easier. He set up a trust for little Peggy and his two grand children, Jessica, and Sammy. The Summer following his return home saw Billy and Ellen being delivered a 4 wheel drive deluxe American made SUV. The following Christmas Santa brought the Beaumont's a new snow mobile. He also left a generous amount for the Beaumont family in his will.
About the only thing he bought for himself was a new pick up and a new metal detector. Oh he never gave up hunting gold or going to Good Hope now and again; but he did it just as a part of his new life, not to exist.
He learned that living was much better for the soul than just existing. He saw to it over the next couple of years that he got right with the Big Guy upstairs.
Sam went to be with Mary in the early Summer of 1999. Sally, Frank, and Jessica were sad, but they knew that Sam was with the only true love of his life, again, and forever.
It is said that even to this day, in the evening when modern day prospectors sit around the camp fire in the darkness of night the spirit of Sam Nathaniel Lewis is nearby. When there is a light breeze sometimes you can hear the melodic sounds of a harmonica being played somewhere way off in the distance.
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