Evening journal., 1892-11-12

The camping expedition was an accom-
phshed fact, and already the Colorado
adage that TO know man one must
camp out with him had been fairly
proved The man who felt himself di-
vinely inspired TO superintend every ar
rangement, and the other who conceived
It everybodys business but his own to
fetch wood and water, the woman who
would make everybody's life n burden
because Of the dirt she could not endure,
and the one who thought the best of
everything scarce good enough for her
were all there in full force; and they
who had been warmest friends were dis
covering depths Of meanness in one an
other hitherto undreamed Of.
They had made camp in the shade Of
some fine old pine trees on grassy pla-
teau that sloped gently down to the rush
ing little creek, pure and cold rs the
SHOWS from which it had just parted
They were established in utmost luxury
of camp life. There were two large
wall tents for the ladies and their lords
respectively, each canvas carpeted and
furnished with puffy beds of pine tas-
sels-"Rocky mountain feathers With
four young aspen trees trimmed for cor
Ter posts, pretty canopy Of green
Loughs had been built over their dining
table, its rough boards covered with Il
bright red cloth. There were ham
mocks and plenty of comfortable camp
chairs. books and q banjo; and. best Of
all, there was a cook. who, with the linn
tied means at hand, worked miracles
There had been little time TO got
settled and rested from the hard jolting
journey over the hills. a supper whose
main stay had been the duintily Drowned
trout that had but risen from the creek
to the frying pan, as it We're; and now
even the discontented were forgetting
their grievances ia indolent restfulaes5
around the great cracking fire. The
whole of fallen tree had been dragged
from the woods as back log. and the
dry pine needles were curling and twist
ing rs they kindlcd into delicate em-
broidery of living fame against the
black background of the night One
young fellow. luxuriously stretched
upon the ground, was sldllfully thrum-
ming n soft accompaniment TO the
dreamy thoughtfulncss that had fallen
upon the party. who We're all tired and
little disposed to talk.
Now. this is comfort, | say" re-
marked young Bardill, at length. laying
down the banjo and waiting as If for
somebody TO argue the point with him
challenge which nobody seemed dis
posed to accept IL Gun tell you. folks
it is little different from that night on
the mountain last year when | was lost.
Lost were You really lost" some
body drawled with perfunctory interest
Great Scott, man! did you never
hear of it, sitting bolt upright in hi.
dismay that anybody should have re-
mainedini ignorance of the one occasion ol
his life when it had been permitted hin
to distinguish himself. Il should say ",
did get lost-Mrs. Rogers and when
was in the parl, last summer; got sepa
rated from orr party as we were coming
down Ute peak, and"-t
"Oh, yes" lazily intewupting, d"
heard of that, but thought Bartels wa
the hero of that adventure"
"Bartels? well. should say not, il
unqualified disgust at this iilching of hi
laurels.' "Why, Bartels was hunting
/ somewhere. forty miles away, at tn
, time: were you not. appealing to him.
i II was. thank heaven, with indolon
fervor. as he leisurely clipped the greei
! tassels from a great pine bough in whic
he sat cnveloped "You are welcome {
, all the glory of that exploit, Bardin."
"Why, Bartels, heard it was you.
remarked another, turning to him i
, some surprise.
q "Well, repeat that it was not, wit
y an Indifferent laugh. Little did he gues
what this mistake had cost him. "rw
f or three people spoke to me about it a
4 the time. It was the similarity of nam
that misled them. Your name is Dan,
4 believer turning to Bardill.
lContinued on Monday.l