The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-06-25
TIE DEAD MINIS EYES

The Mysterious Story of Miners Buried Treasure.
Argonaut.
Virginia City, Nev in the flush days of the great
Comstock lode:
man strolled down G street June evening
and then struck into trail which led upward along
the slant of Mount Davidson. He large broad
shouldered, fullbearded man. At point where the
trail diverged he stopped if for short rest and,
with his hat in his hands, turned to view the scene
below him.
The was approaching the horizon. Every
where the sky was cobalt blue save in the far dis
lance, where it changed to delicate purple and
gradually melted into long low streaks Of red, gold
and shimmering crimson. Looking down the canyon,
Sugar Loaf stood darky silhoueted against the bril-
liant background and past it-miles further down
and away-the plains lay sleeping in the evening
haze. In the middle distance the big, red buildings
Of the shafts and mills with their tall steamboat
smokestacks, sharply outlined; every side
the white dumps seemed to flow out of the sagebrush
hills and beneath him clustered the motley and jun
bled mass of houses tackled to the steep mountain
side-Nevada's chief city.
Another man trudged up the trail and paused
when he deserted the figure ahead Of him. He was
in the heroic mold of the first His face be
trayed the Latin blood There look of vindc
tive envy in his small. beadke eyes as he watched
the things they said about Jim Sanders true.
Why was it he had partner and worked his claim
alone? Was there any truth in the rumor that Jims
claim paying well and that he keeping his
money hid instead of banking it? AS to his
claim-well, Gus was good and accomplishing
worker and the cabin all right to sleep in. Min
ing was a gamble anyway. and faro. Still.
one knew there was money in faro if the cards came
rightly. But this evening Jose Casadra broke.
A hofo no had and doll
single sitting
After little while the object of his gaze moved
on and Cassadra followed, keeping well in the
When he arrived at Sanders cabin Jim stood in the
doorway.
''EIello, Joe!'
''HelloS Jimr
"How they comin?
Damned bad" savageIy.
Better leave the chips alone, Joe there's moth
ing in it," said Jim. philosophicalIy. "Why don't
you help the poor Dutchman out? More money in
that joe"
"Advice is cheap" replied Casadra, ill-naturedly.
"D'ye think yed willin give anything else?"
81 might" said Jim, calmly knocking the ashes
out of his pipe against his boot heel
''Then lend me a hundred dollars"
"No Joe 1 won't; it wouldn't do we any good.
''To hell with you and your adyice!' exclaimed
Casadra angrily, striding swiftly away and up the
trail to the cabin he shared with Gus
The next morning, his way to town, he stopped
at Jm's cabin. In his mind half-formed resO-
luton to say commonplace thing to Jim which
the latter might accept apology for his rudeness
of the previous evening. There no sense In max
ing an enemy of him. He threw away his cigarette
and hestatngly approached the door, which stood
ajar and looked in. What he startled him.
Jim was lying on his side on the bed, with one arm
thrown up over his head. His big gray eyes were
wide open and seemed be looking Casadra full in
the face.
s'Mornin', jim"
There was no response-not the culver OF
an eyeid. Casadra watched him uneasily for mo
ment and then turned and went on his way to the
town. He wondered If Jim always slept In such
queer fashion, and If such sleep sound one.
1t was late in the night when he passed the cabin
again. The door was still ajar and all was dark
within.
The following day, shortly after SUNRISE found
him before the partly opened door. He has premo-
milton of what ne would see he suddenly pushed
1t wide open. Jim still lying on his side with