The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-11-04
I've struck it rich in the Black Dwarf!

No; the governor will ask for assays.
and want to organize company: no
company wanted here. No; I'll give it
to 'em straight: say that things are rot
ten, rotten as the devil; but I'm not the
man for a committee of one to investi-
gate Manager Bingham's administra-
ton. Let them discover the reason for
themselves; they wouldn't believe mine
if gave it. I have told them there's
miners war toward, and the time is not
good for Investigations"
Again Darcie spoke aloud, using, I
regret to say. strong expression in re-
gard to the letter which he held in his
hand. He flung it on the table:
"Why in thunder didn't send it the
minute it was written? The informa-
ton in it belongs to the company. Is it
theirs-isit mine? It's on my conscience
that it ought to go. The amount of
systematic robbery, and lying, and cor
rupting of the company's agents, that's
gone on here is almost too picturesque
for belief. I wonder what they would
have put up on me if I had come an
nounced as the company's representa-
tive authorized to make a report? I
should have succumbed a little more
previously, that's all. I should have
looked at her and rendered my resigna-
ton on the spot. A curious fatality that
we've both been here about the same
time, and never saw her till last night
4 mean two nights ago. 1t is an age,
yet it is the very present moment that
7 live in. Hang the letter! How can 1
send it after our little talk about her
troubles said she. She shall trust me!
If her notorious old parent is to be in
vestigated they must send another
man.. We're a rum crowd over there.
A set of doting grandmammas were
wiser. 1t moves me to tears and laugh
ter, the faith that is in us when faith is
downright Stiffness, and the fantastic
suspicious that feed upon us whenever
suspicious the wrong card"
Here a sound of footsteps crossing
the dump from below was beard
Darcie crouched behind the car and
reached for his rifle; he listened sharp
ly till he heard Mikes whistle, then he
sang out:
ARE We there, Morlarty?
Yes; Mike was there, and he had
brought news, of which he disburdened
himself together with his bacon, and
flour, and pail of lard, and matches, and
candles, and coffee. He had, as he said,
made a pack-horse of himself.
81 dunno fwhat country this is we're
livin' in now" he began in his richest
bass, shaking out reef in his 'r-r's''
till the timbers rang. "It's not free
country, be gosh! Call man a foul
name. and bate the loife out av him
that's right! Thin anarchists rounded
up wan O. the Caltrop boys in town last
evenin', and settled wild him for shcab
and thraitor. The guards found him
at daybreak, and tiliphoned to the man
ager. and word come down he was to be
stint up to the harspital on han'-cyar.
Tree av the Caltrop boys showed him up
the thrack, and as they was bringin'
the cyar back the union min set upon
them. and mishandled them, and two
got away and wan was left on the
thrack wild the sinse knocked out av
him. And the mine showed its guns to
purtect its mine whilst they was fetchin'
him in, and the women began to screech
that the mine was firm on the town.
And all the bigmouths was talkin', and
1 think the crisis has come. And that
scriptur' they nailed upon the door
outside. that names business, Darcie
dear. II is a small private matther, but
I think they'll be lookin' afther us pref
ty soon."
why do you say U.S. Mike? Your
name is not in it,"
I'm in whatever my pardner's in.
But here's the quarest go, and, by the
cross, dunno fwhat to make av it! I'm
none so fond O. the nayborhood av the
Big Horn, but it's the shortest way, and
the boys is mostly in town on this rack
ct was tellin' we, so snaked along up
the thrack, and as was steppin' up the
thrail by the managers house, nate
little girl foregathered wild me.
"'Is this Mike McGowan?' says She
ats bound to be Nike said 1.
'whin a purity CURL is passin' the word
I'm thinkin' t was Abby Steers that's
housekeepin' for Misther Bingham, but
l thought her a good bit oulder than
this wan. But We niver can tell; they
make themselves what age they please.
HAS that pardner of yours, Jack
Darcie, has he left?'' says she.
"'He has not says I. For why
should he leave?'
81 heard he got notice, that's ALL
says she. There's a lady wants to see
him if ne hasn't skipped; but she can't