New-York tribune., 1910-01-09


bag bring the stuff. 1t wouldn't do hook full
bag. cause they re all tailed up
D EDS cold blooded scheme Of knaverv was like a
~ heavy body blow to Gray. He sat for long
time pulling at his pipe the POp-pOP Of his lips as
of the like the bursting of horse chestnuts in
fire of leaves. Through twenty years of scOrChing
heat and blizzard cold he had sought the pot Of
gold at the foot of the rainbow. Twice he had
touched the hem OF the purple robe of wealth and
had been well kicked IN the ribs by the foot of ad-
versity hidden beneath. At that very link in his
chain of thought he wOrded this somewhat more pro
saicaly for Meekins, " got a raw deal twice in my
life Red"
Il know" Meelins interrupted. When Hardy
beat YOU out OF the Golden OriOle."
Yes, that was bout the only time was chuck
full of murder I'd We killed Hardy if he hadn't t
skun out, I'd We ripped him up like an oil rubber
boot Then ! sold the One Horse mine to a bunch
from Pittsburgh But what's the use Of taIkn'. 1t
makes me dead sore l never got nothin out OF it
cept the first payment
Well, you got yer chance TO break more than even
with the game now
I don't call it gettin even to turn crook lust be-
cause you We been bunkOed yerseIf, Gray argued
There was a lack of fire in his tone that Meekins
caught; there was a dragging intonatiOn as if the
speaker was uttering abstract thought with his
mind dwelling on something more impressive.
Beln' crook IS gettIn' caught, tigger Meek
ms declared doggedly. IOu We heerd, an I've
heerd of a good many deals up in this field, an the
whole bollln OF lawyers an Gov ment legal depart
ment IS Jus up to their arpIts tryn to give some
body some kind OF a square deal. MInins kinder
like swimmin you leave your Sunday cIo'es to
home when YOU 90 at it.
That's right enough Red but don't lose no
sleep cause the other feIlers crooked
No; an they don lose no sleep If YOU ain t got
a nickel in Your pocket. The gent gets your mine
for two hundred thousand will soak the public with
1t as a million-dollar company-Or perhaps five.
Gray sat sulIenly silent, heavy rOwn on his face
and Meekins asked abruptly Amt the Little Star
no good lack It's close up the Silver Ledge. an
the veins there is packed like herrin's in a barI."
Why, II S sure got to turn out good mine
Gray answered. but feller cant cross trench
forty acres of land IN a month, an | jus ain t
dropped onto no big vein vet
Then don be a fool Meekins advised. You
amt cheatin nobody by lettin en- have the Little
Star at two hundred thousand, only if YOU had
that money in the bank | guess you an the wife
feel you could afford little holiday an be set up for
life"
CRAY rose and paced the floor. In ainless
~ manner he wandered to the cupboard and
brought forth the black bottle again Meekins
considerable of a drInker himself, but he gasped as
GRAY tossed of half tumber OF the raw whisky.
That Il brace YOU, Jack, he ventured. gu We
got yer chance right now to make Yer pile. III bet
YOU We swore dozen times since you We been m11lln
an all the crooked work that's beln done, that
if YOU ever got chance TO make big stake YOU q
make it! Didn YOU Jack
Yes I've got hot under the collar when knowed