Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-16

 ure, Sambo, and between us we soon con- trived to cure your lame leg, and made you as sound as the best of us." '.Yes, cried the negro, grinning from ear to car, you did, -massa, you did. Kind good massa, Sambo never forget"
 "Well, Smith, after eight good months lahor in this district we find ourselves"
 About as we'll off as when we came hcre," answered the other; eve con- trived to find little gold dust during our first months work, and that has ena- hled us to pay for the supplies we've had from the nearest village, and to keep up the war all the time: but beyond that wove had no luck whatever"
 ''None; therefore my proposal Is that we leave this place to morrow at day break, and try fresh distriet''
 The eyes of tho man who called him. self Smith, sparkled at this proposition, but the negro interposed with an ex- clar,ation of terror
 You'll nsbber go tomorrow, massa," he cried tcuse poor nigger what ought to mind his own business, but surely massa will nebber go to-rnorrowT
 And why not to-morrow?" asked Brown
 "Bccause to-xssi1ow Friday: masea, Friday hery unlucky day"
 'An unlucky day, Eambo, is hi' sn- swered his master; faith think every day has becn precious unlucky to es for the last eight months"
 Tho negro shook his woolly head, and showed two rows of white tooth.
 Friday bery unlucky day, rnassa," he said.
 But" answered Brown, laughing, ''if it's an unlucky day for leaving this place. l suppose it's just as unlucky for staying and doing another turn at the pickax."
 Don't know that, massa," said the negro, 'but Friday bery uniucky day."
 "Ill tell you what then" continued Brown, suppose we take Sambo's ad- vice, for once in a way, Smith, snd put after tomorrow. We can spend to-moE- row in digging tho ground about that little creek three miles to the east of this. You remember our passing the spot once on our way home after a hard day's work"
 Perfectly a miserable, unlikely look ing place enough; l don't fancy if we dug good out Of it. However, we've wast ii so many days that we can't grudsse one more, so I'm quite agreeable to stop"
 ''So be it, then" answered Brown ''Sambo, get our tools in order before you go to bed, and be sure you call us early tomorrow morning"
 The two friends flung themselves down upon couple of rough straw mattresses and the negro brought out g heap of dried grass and withered leaves which served him as a bed, and upon which h. laid himself down after carefully irepai- ing the tools for the morning 6 work.
 The two diggers, before they lay down. offered up a short but heartfelt prayer. that Heaven would be pleased to smile upon their honest endeavors and bless their labors.
 f sbt he ;vr rr-b b;,h Lo, had dwelt in that dreary reg cj t%ry had never once failed to make this Il .fj'ica tion, and, fruitiess as their ',.. i.. ' hithel to their faith had never o.,"-i them.
 They still trusted that :: divine nnl gracious Providence WD..,l l.. lie I..,' reward their efforts.
 At daybrcak the next u.n,"-:, ftr three men set out, md ;v..-,.'t ,u iu. creek at which they were tn wo!H be. ore they eat their rough ni"nk ;ASt. Then after offering t.; ann h4i prayer, they took their spades ;l,d ...t!>aEec ;.;.i went to work with good viii. But the day wore on anu no result at tended their laborS&
 The negro, SambO, worked unt .snSiy, and cheered his masters toil Dy his merry songs and grotcsque cai5elS. It grew toward evening, AHl E. own proposed that they should collect their tools and walk home ward, but Smith was anxious to work for half an hour lon1eI and his companion was too gooG-natur,, ,i to oppose his fancy.
 The half hour had nearly expired, the dusk Was rapidly gathering a. ound them. the lower branches of the trees were streaked with crimson and Eolu by the last rays of the setting sun, and Brown was thinking sadly how many day such as this they had wasted, and how n1an :, l a sun had gone down upon their disa; pointment, when he was aroused l.. O.. his reverie by loud exclamatio iron. Smith, and 0 wild shout of joy from the negro.
 His companions spade had struck against a nugget of gold. He had dug the precious lump of ore from it's watery bed, and he had fallen | upon his knees in the clay and dirt to of fer up thanksgiving to that Eternal Being who alone can give or withhold | all blessings.
 Tho man called Brown clasped his hands and lifted his eyes to Heaven "Oh, merciful Providence P he cried, l 'we have waited Thy good pleasure hopefully. for we knew Thy unfailine 1 iusticc."
 | Tho three men worked till the moor rose high above their heads. They hac 1 struck upon 0 vein of gold, and their la bors were amply rewarded. 1 They returned homo laden with the dull yellow metal, which is the master key of all earthly power, the magic iniiu | ence which can mako all men slaves 1 They returned the next day to the same 1 spot, and worked again. and continued te do SO till they were rich beyond theil widest hopes.
 Then they packed their wealth in sucf a manner as to escape suspicion from any interruptions travellers they migh encounter, and stiIl followed by theil faith follower, Sambo, set out for Sar l Francisco.
 1 "When we oncc moro set foot in tn, east" said Brown, as they turned thei, backs on the diiapidated log-hut, ". will tell you my past history, the secret oi my life, and the purpose I have te achieve in tho future. In the mean time let us remain as we havo beer before, ignorant of all concerning eact other, save that wc are both honest me1 who trust in Providence. Shall 1t be so? l "Yes," answered Smith; 'friend brother, it shall be as you say. Heave, shield those we go to save"