Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-04-01

with him. said another. "0ld Joshua wouldnt
object. seem that the money is there"
think il has been already recorded in this
narrative that Jim Struggles the wandering
prospector. had gained the reputation OF being
the wit OF the camp. He had been broodiur in
silence over some idea since the departure OF
Ferguson. and he now proceeded TO evolve il 10
his expectant companions
Say, bows" he began. Its the first O.
April I've got calendar in the hut as
says So"
''wha. il il is?" said severa, voices.
We'll. don't you see, it's All Fools day
Couldn't we fix up some little Joke on some one.
eh? Couldn't We get laugh GU; Of il? Now
there's old Bones. for instance. he'll never
smell rat Couldn't we seaa him off some
where aud watch HIM go, maybe? We'd have
something to chat him on for month TO come,
eh?'
Where shall we send him?'' was the query.
Jim Struggles was buried in thought for q
moment. Then an unhsllowed inspiration
seemed to come over him. and he laughed up
roariously. rubbing his hands between his
knees in the excess Of his delight
Well. what Is it?" asked the eager audience.
"See here, bows. There's Miss sinclair You
was saving as Abe's gone on her. She don't
fancy him much. YOU think. suppose we write
HIM note-send it him tonight YOU know"
Well. what ther?'' said Mccoy
We'll, pretend the note is from her. dive see?
Put her name at the bottom Let on rs she
wants him TO come an meet her in the garden
at II He's bound TO 60. He'll think she
wants to go of with HIM. It'll be the biggest
thing played this wear"
There was roar Of laughter. The plan was
approved Of unanimously.
Here pencil and here's paper" said the
humorist. Who's goin' to write the letter.
Write 1t yourself. Jim. said Shamus.
Well. what shall [ say?''
''Sav what you think right"
II don't know how she'd put it," said Jim,
scratching his head in great perplexitv. How
ever. Zones will never know the differ. How
vii! this do? Dear old man. Come to the gar
den at u tonight. else III never speak to you
again eh?'
mo. that's not the style" said the young
miner. Mind. she's lass of dedication. She d
| put 1t kinder iowery and soft
Well. write II yourself said Jim sulkily,
handing him over the pencil
! 81 his Is the sort of thing" said the miner.
molstenlng the point of it in his mouth.
Nv hen the moon Is in the sky"
/ There it is. That's bully" from the CON-
pany.
And the stars a-shinin' bright. meet. q
meet me, Adolphus. by the garden gate at IL"
! His name amt Adolphus," objected q
critic
That's how the poetry comes in" said the
/ miner. Its kinder ianciful, d we see. Sounds
a darned sight better than Abe. Trust him for
guessing who she means. I'll sign it Carrie.
| There
This epistle was gravely passed round the
room from hand TO hand and reyerentially gazed
! upon as being remarkable pro iuction Of the
human brain. Ii was then folded up and com.
mltied TO the care OF small boy. who was
solemnly charged. under dire threats. to de-
I liver IL a. the shantv and to make off before
any awkward questions were asked him. Ii
was only after he had disappeared in the dark
I ness that some slight compunction visited one
/ or two OF the company.
/ Amt it playing it rather low on the grip
| said Shemus.
And rough on old Bones % suggested an
other.
However. these objections were overruled by
the majority and disappeared entirely upon the
appearance of a second jorum OF whisky. The
matter had almost been forgotten by the time
| that Abe had received mis- note and WAS spelling
1t out with FACILITATING heart under the hgh;
OF his solitary candle.