The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-04-11

grew cold as an ice box and suddenly, as l shivered, the strip of canvas we. had fastened for a door was pulled aside and in walked a likely looking young fellow, calm as could be. He was dressed in a shabby blue shirt and loose jacket, broad slouch hat and hea- wy miners boots and he carried long open clasp knife in his right hand He paid no attention to me, but walked straight to Blakely's side with devil ish ugly look,
 Halloa, Blakely!' he said,' where's that gold of mine?
 "Blakely opened his eyes with a gur- gle in his throat and tried to scream out and couldn't; but the look on his face was fearful. The miner waited for no answer, but raised his knife and dashed it down on the murderer's s breast. I couldn't call out or move. But just as the point touched Blakely' s skin it stopped and the miner and 1t were gone, not out of the door--God knows how. Then my mate found voice and strength and sat up in bed and screamed-a fearful scream, and he fell back, turning to me.
 Water he whispered. Oh, man, l thought I was gone-I had such hor- rible dream!
 T couldn't move; I couldn't get him water; I could only sit and shake and try to pray. Blakely closed his eyes again, moaning weakly, and so lay un- til the hut grew cold again and the canvas was lifted aside and the miner stepped in as before and up to the blankets. His face wore hldeous, mocking, cruel smile.
 q 'Helloa, Blakely!' he said, where that gold of mine?
 Again Blakely gurgled with terror stricken eyes and again the knife fell and again stopped just in time. The miner vanished and Blakely screamed in agony and then turned to me and begged me to give him drink and hold his hand
 Pm dying! I'm dying!' he howled. I'm going to hell! Toms come for mel
 Lord forgive me! I couldn't move. save to slip to the ground on my belly and hide my face and say over and over the Lords prayer, while Blakely moaned and muttered and howled. l heard the miner again, but I dared not look up.
 " 'Halloa, Bakely!' he said, where's that gold of mine?'
 'T heard it again and again through that long, hideous night. death play ing at cat and mouse, and l lay there, shivering one minute and sweating the next, while Blakely's screams and cries for help and for the priest rose shrilly above the noise of the rain and the thunder. At last I heard the miner s voice sound out with a shout of tri- umph:
 "'Come, Blakely, come!
 sThere was Q long, long series of howls and I heard Blakely struggle and gurgle and choke, and then it was all still, and the hut grew warmer. When I dared to look up the storm had dribbled off and it was dawn. That, v said the elephant hunter, was one shape death took in passing"
 Nobody spoke. The fire was failing | but nobody moved to revive it. The moon was on the ragged reef of topmost peaks. and the shadows were closing in about the party, while jaclsals yelp- | ed and wined dismally in their unseen | doDthS The Oiu HuIltGI UGill M w s,i V to relight his pipe with an ember, and l just then there was a weak cry of pleasure from the bundle of blankets under the wagon. The men started up and Paget stopped to pass his arm un- der Isdale's shoulders. The boy was struggling to sit up and the freight showed his face his eyes kindled with joy. He stretched out his arms, obliv- ious of Paget, of all of us.
 "Judyl, Judy!" he said quite clearly i've been looking for you this side ever so long. How did you get across? Stay there-Fm coming-Tm coming It's not deep. but it's cold-so cold!'
 He dropped back Paget covered his face as the others stood about, uncov- cred.
 Two days afterward Jenby and his Kaffir rode into camp, after two weeks absence, with medicines and the mai he had been sent for. There was let ter with a deep black border for Is- dale.
 "Of course" said old Hannen, Shes dead. Judy was dead before him. He saw her on the other side.-New York Sun.