Arizona republican., 1905-04-30

him with fire in his eyes. See here, { left all my money on my grand piano, put if you'll trust me I'll trust you without stakes held. We'll get the clerk here to see fair play, and if don't see this box to a finish or pay up, you two can push the face off me. What d'yOu say"
 The green eyed stranged, who had evidently money to spend foonshly and a night to waste in doing il, as sented jovially. The two waited till the clerk had put up the screen at the front of the shop and then walked with him around to California street Half way up the first block stood an fashioned wooden house painted drab. with green blinds, in striking contrast to the highest brick buildings that surrounded it. The frame had been brought around Cape Horn in '49, and in pioneer days the place had been one of the most fashionable boarding houses in town. Chinatown now crowded it in; it had fallen into disrepute, and was visited only by the poorer class of foreigners. over the entrance was a sign bearing the in scription. Hotel de France" Here the salesman had a room.
 The three men sat down and took off their coats and collars for comfort James WisweH Coffin. Sd. opened the box of Panatelas and regarded them with sentimental eye.
 He bit the end off the first cigar and struck a match. Then he bowed to the company with the theatrical air Of man about to touch off a load cd bomb "Gentlemen, I proceed to take my degree of Bachelor of Nico- Ar-.. tobacco, quoting, Ave. Caesar" Mo rituri te saIutant!' and blew forth a ring of smoke. It foated upward smooth and even, hovered over his head moment like a halo, then writh- ing, scattered and drifted away. Coffin removed the cigar from his mouth and looked thoughtfulIy at the ash.
 Tt burns all right" he said; "I wont have to put kerosene on 'em to make em go. But I chatter, friends, I am garrulous. and it's your edge. strang- CT How would it do for you to en- livan the pink and frisky watches of the night by narrating a few of the more fnnammabIe chapters of your au- tobiography?"
 Thus conjured by the young imp. the stranger consented to relate, after a few preliminaries. the following tale: THE STORY OF THE RETURNED
 KLONDYKER
 This is pretty near the finish, young g fellow of the biggest spending jag this town ever saw. The money cost me sixteen years of tramping and frozen toes, and then it came slap, all in a bunch. So easy come, easy go, says l.
 was breaking north the year of the big find when I struck hard luck. That's too long a yarn to tell. But the end v-as tc1t I landed two hundred miles from Nowhere, cracked in the head from behind and left for dead in the snow. The Malemute that did it had his finish in Dawson that winter | by the rope route, spelling the shot was saving for him.
 l was stopping over, fixing a sled runner, when-biffl I woke up in an Indian hut filled with smoke 1 The whole works were buzzing round and a lot of big, husky bucks and | squaws grunting over me. l was fol | getting up and cleaning them out. bu I hadn't the strength. For month
 was plum nutty. But every little while when my head cleared, I'd look up tC see a good natured looking brown gir with black eyes taking care of me a! | carefully as if she was a trained nurse
 As got over the fever slowly,
 made out, she telling me in Chinook that she had found me half frozen t' death, and had carried me fifty mile
 by sled. How she did 1t the Lord onl,