Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-09-14

an me slavin' an slavin' to save
penny. It's a. outrage, IT.
Here the poor woman burst into
tears; all the children, as usual. Joined
IN the doeful chorus, and Casper al
WAYS evasiye OF trouble, took his hat
and strolled over to the Gem to watch
game OF stud poker, II was mid
night when he got into his room ana
found that Jake wasn't In bed.
Nanny" he bawod. "Jake's gonel"
"Let him 70, replied the wife from
the next room; he'll git hongry fore he
goes fur"
The boy didn't come home TO break
fast, however. Noon passed without a
word Of him, and by dark the fretful
but anecticnate Mrs. Miehle was wor-
ried. Caspar started out to look for his
son, and he did make few inquiries
en- route TO the Gem, but there he lin
gered TIL the game got warn and 81
forgot poor Jake. Meanwhile the
boys mother had secured the town for
him She had found out about the
rUbles, and reriorse for the unmerited
trouncIng she had given him intensified
her grief over his departure. She could
hardly walt for the sleepless night to
pass, the second OF his absence, ana
then she went TO the marshal and en-
listed his services. On Saturday the
Clarion had In Il "a piece about the
disappearance OF Jake Miehle, and half
the townsfolk spent Sunday In the hills
looking for him. On Monday the mayo,
offered a reward Of $50 for Information
"leadng to the safe return" etc, and
Tuesday morning a party Of searchers,
headed by the carpenter ana equipped
with provisions for a week. st forth
into the mountains to look for Jake
Seven miles as the crow ilies from
old Town and twenty by the trail that
scars the mountain Sides, they saw Jake
perched high above the beetllng canyon
on q narrow shelf Of red and yellow
rock. From their station below the
searchers reared his name, but the
corus Of their voices did not move
him.
Come down here tyer daddy, you
young imp" shrieked Casper but the
little brown head did not move. and the
men with Casper held him back as he
started 10 scale the rock.
Let the marshal git him." they sug-
g'sted, and the LOOKS they cast upon
the father were all pity.
The marshal clambered alone to
Jakes dizzy aerie. The little fellow
was sitting In a creyice In the rocks
with his back against the trunk of
scrub oak tree. The greasy cap was
pulled over his face, blackberry stains
were on his sunken checks, and his
ragged shirt and overalls hung In rib
bons to his emaclated body. His skin
ny brown fists were clinched and
crossed on his lap and his body was
as motionless as the rock upon which
he sat.
The marshal tenderly lifted away the
cap and gently shook the bony Shout
der.
Come. Jakey, are you alive?"
The sunken eyes slowly opened. and
the boy stared weakly round Then he
looked down at his hands and un-
clinched them. In each lay a nugget
as big as a walnut, and when he looked
back at the marshal he smiled feebly
and said:
Free gold. amt IT."
In q delirium Of Joy the big officer
howled like a Commanche at his com
rades. They literally fell up" the face
Of the rock.
why didn't you come homer"
roared Casper, laughing and crying by
turns.
Tried II, daddy, but was skeered
I'd lose the NINE" said the lad. II
found them nuggets In this hole, and
thought Id better set here till you
come"
He was sitting In a true assure that
proved the opening Of the best mine in
Routt county, and the Miehles have ne
yer done q days hard work since
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