The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-07-21

brought 30 the assay office yesterday o+.
tween the hours Of 5 and s. most Of 1t o.
passengers who came down on the Lakms
II said" remarked Chief Assayer Wing
with a quiet, satisfied smile. as ne leane'
against a convenient door jamo and fold
ed his cca.l~--s arms. Il said when "
opened this office that before month Ia
passed We would have taken III more gol'
than was being bought by the Helena OF
fee in a year. How has my prophec,
turned out, doctor?'
DR.. Whitehead smiled broadly. Well.
he said, hale turning from the big scales o.
which lay an $500 heap of dust, the fac
is that since the Seattle office was opene'
at tae close Of last week. We have ooush
more gold than Helena has n year
That's seeing you and going a. few better
/ take Il. Four hundred and ninety-eigh
ounces" he said. dumping the yellow pill
into a kettle. The miners eyes glistened
who's next, here? You got some? DUNN
Il in. please. An That's not bad"
Another bag. long, dirty and buckskin
was being emptied Of its precious contents
The scaly dust settled into dull. lack
lu.ster heap on the bright brass scoop, an'
as the bag was pulled away a shower o
tiny nuggets ratified to the bottom. "Hol'
on a minute" said the miner, as Dr.
Whitehead started to weigh. The mine
ran his fingers through the pile. sitting i
to right and left against the sides of tn
scoop. In q moment he found what he wa
searching fora nugget of course. II Wa
about the size OF a hickory nut. There,
and ne showed it across 10 the doctor
Thank you-very much" said that gen
tlemau. with pleased smile. He slippe'
il into his vest pocket and proceeded {
weigh. misunderstanding three" h
announced. :" Boat eighteen hundred dol
lars." mttrmurcd the miner. after a nc
ment's figuring. That stands for 4 yea
and a half's work" He was Il young fel
low. slight of build and with 4 face a
" hite as 4 clerk s. Fever had eaten ava.
The tan.
An Incident of the Day.
There was one weather-worn, stOop
shouldered miner who looked unhappy
1t may have been the size Of his pile. 70
il ran scarcely more than a thousand Q
TO. But those who watched him though
that lay on his brow. 1t was the woman
in the case. Sac stood at his elbow. he
eyes fastened with a sort of glitter.n!
green on the lean huckskin sag in hi
hand. She was not hard 10 read. 10 on
who knew anything Of woman ana HI
ways She WAS one OF those tniu-faced
aquiline creatures, the sort that give yo'
n tiun whenever they open their mouth
l. ~
hectic Hush on her cheek that deepene,
and spread rs her hushand-he must hav
been her husbJnd-stepped difhjently L
the counter in response to a glance iron
Dr. Whitehead. and began TO unite HI.
pouch.
The knot was hard. His fingers wer
stiff. lie fumhed. ''llere" said tn
woman. impatiently Let NJ 10 that
lie had Il open now. and poured the dus
slowly into the scoop. Compared wit
some Of the piles that had been poure
ont before his eyes il was almost a pitiahl
cleanup. FOR a miner measures his du~
by how much the other boys have. Nc
once dId the woman loose here eye from
the scales.
"SIxty-fve" said Or Whitehead
w hats the name. please
y. +. Brown" said the miner.
Nj. +. +. Brown corrected the WON
an sharply Then they went away.
\ writer - short stories would hav
found food for more than one tale in -
types that zane and went from o'cloel
in the morning up u ne ,iesing hour.
at ui&At That is, II the heaps upon heap
~ gold hlt not turned his head ana luli
"a t.-a "le- o. his fancy. Had he been "a
Ingenious r<o1 with a Sharp-poinied p,.l
"A b" even might h3va woven stor
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