The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1901-08-07

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Address DR.. K V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.
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Gordon Kennedy went to fs.no
Springs because, first. ae wanted to
meet MS o. college mate, Jim Price;
.,econd, he wanted to view the famous
Clear Creek Canyon. and finally he was
willing to take look" at mine that
Jlr. had written to him about 1t was
Kennedy's nrst trip to Colorado after
three years of hard post graduate work,
ana the letter from Jim Price that
re9ched him at the Brown Palace Hotel
tx Denver was like the voice OF friend
in a desert. SO he was glad when he
stepped Off the train in the pretty
mountain town - find Price waiting
for him.
Hello. Gordy."
Hello, Jim"
Then they shook hands for two min
utes and swore that three years hadn't
changed either Of them. JinSs hands
were little rougher, his face shade
darker, but he was the same quiet, sly
winsome chap that had wormed rather
than won his way through college
scraps and examinations
II always supposed that you'd follow
law" said Gordon, when they had cool
ed their noses in highbail How did
you come to take to minlng?"
Driven to it, Gordy Why. haven't
hundred dollars to my name, and the
old man won't speak to me. II he eve-
dies, which I doubt, I'll come in for
something. maybe. but meanwhile It's
up to me to get busy I'm not exactly
working myself to death, but / manage
TO gouge out two or three dollars every
day in that prospect hole"
Then they talked about the nine,
and before Jim got half through Ken
nedy began to get anxious for visit to
the ~hole, as his friend called 1t. The
next day they hired two ponies and
rode out to examine "The Golden
Chicken" That was the name Price
had given to his property
'I've got a red-headed, freckled-faced
wench from Black Hawk up there
keeping house for me-" explained Jim
as they rode slowly UP the trail. Oh
you needn't grin She's as ugly as sin
and old enough to be MY mother. II
she's there wen have hsr get us bite
% cat, some bacon ana eggs, and may
be a drink OF God liquor She's a booze
lighter herself. and she always has a
bo;te."
SO they rode merrly up the old trail
tha. leads across the range from Idaho
Springs to Central City and Black
Hawk, leaving the beaten path TO Stun
BILE up the water-scarred canyon at the
head OF which the undeveloped mine
was situated The cabin sat nke
cigar box upon a high ledge They
could see 1t for nalf hour before they
dlsmounted at it's door No sign Of life
greeted them.
"Bet four dollars the old hag is drunk
again." growled jim, tying his pony
to a sapllng back Of the shack. "Tie
up, Gordy, and make yourself at home
wax right in. III raise howl for the
hag."
Kennedy pushed In the door and
Price stood on the ledge yelling Betty!
Betty" at the top Of his voice, Thea
he made his WY further up the noun
tain, yet eating. while Gordon, tired
from his unaccustomed ride, sat dowa
ii the cool room and wiped the persplr
auon from his face and hands. Jims
shouts sounded fainter and further tn
at last they died away, and then his
friend went to the doorway and sat
down on the log step In a few min
u.ea he saw Betty coming down the
canyon. She seemed TO BE a bit "grog-
gx. thought Kennedy, and it was plain