Daily Yellowstone journal., 1888-11-24

were due to the desire to hide those
cleaning eyes which darkness made so
Grewsome.
One day when Jack Hinton went TO
Dougan's hut he found him reading. As
Joe laid down the book his friend picked
it up and found it to be in a strange
language. which he judged TO b. German.
On the ny leaf was written Friedrich
Bauer Jack looked inqulringly at
Dougan, who explained that il had once
belonged TO a German friend. This did
mol. however, explain to Jack the fact
that Joe had been reading in II and had
turned down "a leaf when he laid aside
the book.
just at this time a young green Ger
man arrived in camp. He was immedi-
ately christened 'Dutchy," and vas sub
jccted to variety Of rude practical Jokes,
all Of which he bore with im%perturhable
gravity. He was a persistent fellow in
spite Of his rude, ludicrous English, and
somewhat Of a mineralogist. So, in a
few weeks, he had made himself ac-
quainted with methods of work and had
Investigated well the geologic aspects of
the vicinity.
At last "Dutchy' ran across a nugget
that seemed TO indicate the presence Of a
valuable vein somewhere in the neighbor-
hood. He at once laid his plans, staked
off a claim, and with the money he had
brought with him got a number Of men
af xr,Flr ,atpnton a tttnnai nlllNrra1r into
a hill, His claim lay to the east and up
the slope from the working of a gang of
tramp miners, who looked on with evil
eyed jealousy at the confident way in
which the young German laid his plans.
Week after week passed. ''Dutchy's''
sloping tunnel was completed and they
were working on q double cross gallery.
The young fellows money ran low, but
his spirits and his faith in his Judgment
did not. Then he had nothing left TO
pay the men with and they quit work.
Still the determined young fellow toiled
on alone, digging, blasting and carrying,
but the mother vein seemed no nearer
than before. TIE boys got TO betting on
whether ''Dutchy" would strike il or
not; some. sustained by his answering
self confidence, backed the young Ger
man. hut more were willing 10 give odds
the other way. At last one day there
were rumors about the camp that
''Dutchy" had struck the vein.
That night Joe Dougan happened to
pass the eoung Germans hut. The win
dow was open, and though it was a dark,
cloudy night and there was no light in
the cabin, Joe stopped in the road and
stared ut the open window. He saw
something which you Dr. / could not have
seen. 1t was the figure Of ''Dutchy"
sitting on the edge of his bunk, holding
a card in his hand. Moved by some i'm
pulse, he knew not what, Dougan crept
up nearer; he saw it to be a photograph
which the young German held in his
hand, and which, although he could not
see it himself, he pressed 10 his lips in q
way that showed he knew SO well the
face thereon that the darkness made no
difference with him. His back was half
turned toward the window into which
Joe Dougan peered. The youth finally
let his hand drop into his lap and seemed
lost in thought. Then Joe caught sight
of the picture. He gave a sort Of chok-
ing gasp, and hurried away in the dark
ness, murmuring, Zach! du lieber Him
NELL Helena!"
Dougan strobe fiercely down the valley
road. He passed unheeding two dark
forms moving along in the direction Of
the camp. One voice exclaimed: For
Gods sake. what's that!'' The other re-
piled with a laugh, sits only Joe Dou-
gan's eyes"
But Dougan heard nothing and saw
nothing save the face of the photograph
that had SO startled him. His mind was
q tumult Of confused thoughts and half
asserted recollections. He walked on
down the valley till the road ran in the
shadows Of the pine forest. Above the
clouds grew lighter, and n faint, lumi-
nous spot in the heavens indicated the
position of the hidden moon. Then
through the trees could b. seen clouds
scudding across the moons face, and at
last these broke away and frosted waves
of moonlight flooded valley and noun
tains. It pierced the dark alleys of the
pines and fringed the road with a lace
work of delicately traced shadows. Still
Dougan strobe OH till the road ran out
from the forest again and followed the
course Of "A stream that caught and tossed
back from its ripples the sparkles of
moonshine as a necklace of diamonds
flashes the light. Joe Dougan stopped as
lie stepped out Of the cover of the pines,
and the glorious prospect of moonlit slopes
and peaks burst upon him and brought
him back 10 q consciousness Of him
self and his surroundings. Then be sud-
denly turned squarely around and walked
quickly back the way he had come.
When be reached the camp there were
no lights to be seen; even the saloon was
dark. lie went 10 Jack Hinton's cabin
and knocked at the door. There was no
reply, but the sound of heavy breathing
could be heard within. Again he knocked,
a long succession Of hard raps. At last
a voice said: "Eh! What's thatl Obi
Hellol Who's lhereF'
''It's me-Dougan.'
There was a sound Of bare feet on the
floor. and then the door was opened.
What the devil are you doing about
this time Of nightT" growlcd Hinton.
II want 10 talk with you. jack said
Dougan. II must talk, and you're the
only man in camp that | can trust-it
like a dream TO melt is too good
10 be true. Just tell me, Jack, II I'm