The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-06-07

 Jim's claim was paying well and that he was keeping his money hid instead of banking it? As to his own claim-well, Gus was a good and accomplishing worker, and the cabin was all right to sleep in Mining was a gamble anyway, and so was faro, Still, one knew there was money in faro, if the cards came rightly. But this evening Jose Casadra was broke. A week before he had won a thousand dollars at a single sitting.
 After while the object of his gaze moved on, and Casadra followed, keep ing well in the rear. When he arrived at Sanders cabin Jim stood in the door, way.
 Hello, Joel"
 Hello, Jim!'
 How they comn'?"
 Damned bad" savagely.
 Better leave the chips alone, Joe there's nothing in it." said Jim, philo- sophically. Why don't you help the poor Dutchman out? More money in that, Joe.'
 Advice is cheap replied Casadra, ill., natured. Dye think ye'd be willin' to give me anything else?"
 ''I night said Jim, calmly knocking the ashes out of his pipe against his boot heel.
 Then lend me a hundred dollars"
 "No, Joe, I won't; it wouldn't do ye any good.
 ''To hell with you and your advice" exclaimed Casadra, angrlly, striding swiftly away and up the trail to the cabin he shared with Gus.
 The next morning, on his way to town, he stopped at Jim's cabin. In his mind was a half-formed resolution to say some commonplace thing to Jim which the latter might accept as an apology for his rudeness of the previous evening. There was no sense in making an enemy of him. He threw away his cigarette and hesitatingly approached the door, which stood ajar, and looked in. What he saw 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 to be look ing Casadra full in the face
 Mornin', Jim"
 There was no response-not even the quver of an eyelid Casadra watched him uneasily for moment, and then turned and went on his way to the town He wondered if Jim always slept in such a queer fashion, and if such a sleep was a sound one. It 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 sum- rise, found him before the partly opened door. He had a premontion of what he would see as he suddenly pushed it wide open. Jim was still lying on his side with his arm over his head, the open eyes fixed on the doorway. In two steps Casadra was b side him. He put out his hand. involuntarily withdrew it for a second, and then, with an effort, placed it on the forehead of the man in bed. 1 The touch was jelly cold. Down over the heart went the hand; there was no response from that fountain head | Then Jose knew he was not looking upon | sleep. Murder or suicide? He threw off | the bedclothes, expecting to see blood, ! but there was none. Just then he saw sheet of writing paper lying on table by the bedside. Picking 1t up eagerly, i, he head:
 Dear Brother: l have been taken | suddenly i'll tonight. If the worst | should happen, when you come on, go at once into the shaft. Tn the second | drift, exactly twenty-four feet from the shaft, dig
 In an instant the paper was crushed | in his hand and thrust in his irt-bo som. Furtively he looked around as If l in fear of being detected. He never thought of the body in the bed until his wandering gaze fell upon the palid face and the distended eyes staring fix adly at him. Nervously he moved to the door; the eyes followed him. He stepped almost behind the bed and yet felt himself within range of the awful vision. Many dead men he had seen be- fore, but some one had always closed heir eyes for them These eyes seemed 70 move like those of some old portrait. It was late in the afternoon when he notified the coroner of his discovery. | The body was taken down to the under -aker and the coroner decided an n- luest unnecessary. Sanders belonged to l Masonic order that took charge of the funeral arrangements The fact that ~asadra left Virginia the night of the