Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1886-03-13

as yer might say" There was q delightful
irony In his tone. ZEE understand the mat
yer an kin do Yer HARM S T.. an P wants yer to buy
him on: Now thets what call playfn' It down
pretty low, seein' tibet this yer mans q dead
allowed | knowed him, but it only come to me
who he wuz when see him hangfn' round the
assay office. No, sir"-his voice had taken on q
sharp ring. and his hand went behind his hip.
"don,t yer make move to draw, for I've got q
sell-cocker, an you Amt, an I'll let daylight
up the wrong crowd to talk black-mail to, you
d defned claim.jnmper: l know yer. an, yer
was to say jest one word to the boys, yer know
VII, what,d happen to yer: Fl / ever see yer near
TINS camp again, III say tibet word Jest ez sure
The man skunk away in moment;
Yer see. Uncle Eph," said Joe. things hez
IS turn in this s5os tay
turbin that feelin' for all that mean cuss's
skins with. Say, Uncle Eph, when was q
story the missionary told the camp, the last sun
day he was here; about an OLD Teller named
Job who he'd q heap of troubles-a good sight
more'n You, pard; n'"-he paused moment,
seeing a sort of eager look gaining on the be-
wilderment expressed in the old mans counte-
caught the rustic of q dress behind the door; he
made the plunge. "Wa'al, arter a while things
come better for old man Job. don't know ex.
actly how it wuz, but ez nigh ez kin tell it,
Jest as a cuss who'd overheard the talk OF his
d n.
he larned that all the things he'd lost he'd come
back to him-an' more, tOo--goOd name-an'
money-an' best Of all-but blame me if she
pretty Susie Wilson was in her fathers arms:
and old Joe, for the first time in many years.
was obliged to put his bandana handkerchief
Half an hour had passed in eager INQUIRIES
ana mutual explanations, when Joe rose to his
zeal Misunderstanding cnriously with his
dlaiect-and emphasizing portions OF his dis
by asS he Of his right
he'd the floor, an I've suthin' to tell yer.
When yer come to this yere camp yer struck
thar amt no luck SO bad tibet it wouldn't
change when such a sweet little beauty as yer
daIter thar come into the camp; an sure
Old man, allow yer luck laid way over s old
man Jobs; for never heerd tibet when he wuz
tSs bqs
assayer's report. "Yer'ue struck them chlorides,
sure, an you bet we're agoin' to hev a boom
Hearing noise he went to the window. "By
thunder" he cried, ''ef here amt the whole
camp a turned out an marchin' up to pay their
AS soon as the news of Uncle Eph's strike was
teiegraphed the preliminary inquiries of the
The stage next day brought two of these gentry
who had been tarrying in Denver, and a weeks
time saw what the miners called 'store clothes
mine speedily. The capitalists who failed to Sc
cure 1t were crazy to buy something as much
like 1t as possible; SO many languishing claims
were converted into solid cash, and, sure
enough, the lOng-lOOked for boom came, and
.came to stay" When, therefore, Uncle Eph
took his departure the whole population turned
out TO give him a "send off," Cheyenne Joe
went to Denver with the party by special invi-
tation, and, as the stage started, he rose in his
place by the driveran called tor three rousing
cheers for the "old man."
q. Uncle Eph proposed to call his m inc the
"GoOd Luck" but the purchasers gave it a far
more pretentious name. Then they formed an
immense company to represent it, and issued
acknowledgement certificates of stock up to
figure large enough to make considerable
hole in the national debt. Then they sold this
aged to make such mess of The whole thing
that it would be an uncommonly good plan for
you, gentle reader (Inind, this Is quite between
ourselves), to let it severely alone.