The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-06-21

Don't suppose I'd have run full tilt at
a whole code of laws in ny natural
senses.
We bribed Smiths engineer. who dis
abled his hosting gear in such q, way
the mine had to be closed down while
he sent down to Denver for skilled
hands.
While SMITHS men were lying around
we bought them up tiH there weren
six left on his payroll, while l was
working double shifts on the third last
drift. Now, both mines were worked
with shafts, because there was no
stope around worth tunneling from;
moreover, they were both wet as Mag
ara, 50 you see the pumps were about
the heaviest part of the, machinery.
AT that little cats ins,-igation l took
some carpenters one night to the
Daddy's shaft. Lowering men with
ropes, we got three solid brackets fixed
to the timbering-say forty feet down.
Then we lowered down a tank of we'll
taITed lumber, which neatly fitted in
the brackets, and filled UP the shaft.
Finally we put in three feet of water
and stole away. Next morning the
Thing came sauntering down to the
works, and when he looked down the
shaft, there was the black water Within
a few feet of the top.
'.Bai Joave! what a beastly sflaTne.
1t walled me mines all full of water!
Oh, dear! Come, you men-you beastiy
engineeu. fellah-wig up the pump
But the ''beastly engineer fellah'
couldn't wig up the pump because
the said pump was busted.
Work? How we worked. Double
shifts, double time, Sundays, holidays.
hoisting out the bonanza sulpherets of
the GaHagher's Daddy. The silver
chamber-why, the names pigwash to
the reality. I never in AL my mining
| experience, saw such a haul. Think
that Sniff petted? Think he found out,
and had deputy sheriffs around my
ears? Not a bit The cTitter went off
hshlng; yes, sir, fishing, and was the
laughing stock Of Colorado, while 1
hustled.
Ye gods. / was the blindest ass ever
born. Never found it out till I'd worked
the silver chamber down to the last ton
never till the last ounce was consigned
to the smelling company down in Den
yer. 1 was down there for my HOLIDAYS.
when | met the manager of the Great
D!nde sSmeltec- company, and he greeted
me with a regular horse laugh.
We'll, Mr.. Philanthropist," said he.
''how goes it?'
/ mean?'
why, ain you been working
double shifts for the last three months
and consigning every blessed dollar of
! your bullion to the credit of the Gal
lagher's Daddy?"
You're mad!" says I.
We'll, I've been thinking it was YOU
who'd gone locoed-unless you've
mortgaged' body and soul to Mr..
A light broke in on me. Lets see
the books, L howled, land my letters"
Yes, it was the cold paralyzed truth.
I'd been ictimized-horribly victim
lied by that little she-cat While I
signed letters without glancing at
them, she'd written strict orders from
me, that all the bullion was to be
credited to Sniff of the Gallagher's
Daddy
While he was away fishing, with
! scarcely six men to go on his payroll,
I'd been working his mine at the ex-
pense Of my company, and handing
/ over the whole proceeds to his bank
ers. 1t was a HORRIBLY put-up job.
That she-fiend of a secretary had been
sent down by the critter in revenge.
She was his wife. newly out from Eng
land-Mrs. Sniff of the Gallagher's
Daddy mine. 1lli-5
Can you ask? Can you torture the
heartstrings of a ruined man? 1
Skipped the country that night, and
the Let-Her-Go-Gallagh Silver Min
Ing Syndicate, Limited, is a busted
community.