The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-06-18
THE ADVERTISERS
 DAILY SHORT STORY

and Little Jim" said he would make 1t $20 corner He was play,n Ter He continued to win. and the man from Emerald saw his pile slowly but surely disappearing until Little Jim, with his fools luck had gold and bills heaped months pay in the drifts and cuts of the Holy Moses. The lights In the sa. loon gieamed palely in the dawn. ana still he won. A glow spread along the at Jim's back, and still he won, but with the sunlight light of sudden exultation apepared in the gamblers face
 The explanation of this was very sim- and the strong sunlight and the gamblers practiced eyesight did the rest Little Jim' began to lose. He continued to lose;
 Once the sun was momentarily opscureo and Reeder hesitated.
 What are you waltin 1er! askeo Little Jim" irritably.-
 Reeder did not reply at once. His gaze was directed out of the window
 Play if you are goin' to-" said "Littie
 "Wait till the clouds roll by. Jimmy" said the gambler, suavefy, and as the clouds just then rolled by. he played, Half an hour later Little Jim" left the sa- loon once more broke"
 The o'clock whistle had blown. and the day shift, or as many or them as were able, had gone to work Little
  hoist and hide himself in the bowels or the earth with the rest. but instead he found himself wandering down the IT. gerville trail. As soon as he realized what he was doing he retraced his steps and was soon again at the Early Bira. Looking down at the gulch he made out
 the distant figure of Reeder tramping
 back toward Emerald. Then looking across the creek he saw big man tear ing up the quartzite boulders and ne heard him swear in strange tongue. He recognized the man now as Red Pete, Finland miner, with an ugly reputation | for fist fighting. and his blood ran cola. | He sat down on the sidewalk of the Early | Bird and meditatcd. Presently his vacant | gaze fell on some cards swept out with | other rubbish from the saloon. He picKeo | it up unthinkingly, and held IL up to the | light The back of the card was toward | him, hut he made out the ace of clubs | quite disti 1ctly, and then In an instant | he understood. | then rose and went over to where 'Red | Pete" was alternately tearing up rocks | and his fame colored hair. and asked him
 what was the trouble The Finlander ,r., eS; sd | thoughtfully. At last lie said, l don | like to give a man away, Red. but | guess l know who's got your Wad. Was | down the gulch about clock this morn l In an I see Billy Reeder grubbin' under | A rock someWheres about here. dldn | pay any attention to 1t then, but know l Hat Barkdoll cleaned him out at poker | some time in the evenin, an one or the | boys jes' told me he made a pig VIII m | the Early Bird. so he must nave made | 9 raisa somewhere. I seen him startin l ever the Emerald trail little while ago. | If you get a move on yourself you mlSht
 ketch up with him. If he makes any roar | jest say, Wait till the clouds roll by :, He was singin that when he turned up | inc fboulder An Red, he goes heeled. so you don't want to give him a chance to make no gun play | Little Jim" had to sh put tn = lst ldirec- | ton for the Finlander's boots were aireads beating rapid tattoo on the footnridge | died 10 a mere speck on the Emerald
 trail, and then walking over to the hoist f d, seconded in the cage to his work | At noon he came up, after telling tht l shift boss that he was sick. ana Woulc law off for the afternoon. Then he sem
 "b bow with a message to Mrs. Collins tt | say that he would be home by O CLOCK | after which he retired to the Early Birf | to avoid any chance of meeting with th' | lady. and awaited developments;
 | He returned to Mrs. Collins at 6 o'clock
 as he said he would. and she was rather
 a1qry with him at first, but he told |
 straight story. and she soon became pla | rated' She might not have been If sht | had met Red Pete little before,
 II gif him not a show" said the Fin
 lander, telling the story. l say val val l till dose clouds roll by, und chomp him | He got de doost in his pelt. und l tooi | de pelt I pound him some und say | 'Vait till dose clouds roll by till you come back to Golden Gulch, Billy. I kick hin | some und if he come back he mas nc
 sense. Dere is more as he took rom az
 boulder. but I glf dat to you-some ol | it. l keep some Tor my droubie' bero i' | enough for both"
 l And fortunately there was.