The Huttig news., 1910-09-10

do not object He produced a square of cigarette paper and some tobacco from a silyer-mounted pouch, and deity rolled cigarette with one hand, accepting match from Ofme with the other Closing his eyes, he inhaled the smoke deepiy. brea shiugit out thraagh his nostrils.
 Well" he hesitated. his eyes l rowing abont the room as if in search of something Well, l will explain to you why want the bill 1 0rme lighted a fresh cigar and set lied himself to hear the story. Sc nor Poritol drew a second handker- chief from his pocket and mopped his damp brow.
 You must know, my very dear sir. he began. that l come from country wnieh is yer. rich in the resources Of nature. Iii the unsettled interior are vesy great mineral deposits which are little known. aud since the day when the great Vega made the first exp ora ton there has been the belief that the Urinaba mountains hide a great wealth in gold Many men for three hundred years have risked their most precious lives to go look for it Bat they have not found it No. my dear sir. they have not found 1t until-Bdt have patience. and yoa shall hear everything.
 "A few days ago eountrvmau of mine sent word that he was aheut to die. He asked that [, his early friend, should come to him immediately and receive news of utmost importance. de was lying sick in the hotel of a small city in Wisconsin, He was a tobacco agent and he had been at tackled by death while he was on a business trip.
 Filled with the heartbroken hope 10 see him once more before he died went even as I was, to train and made all haste to his bedside"
 What was his name asked orme
 'Lonez," replied Senor Parifo promptly; and 0rme knew that the answer might as well have been mith. But the little man returned quickly to his story.
 My friend had no strength left. H.
 IS. oh. SO weak that wept to see him 'lt he sent the doctor and the priest out of the room, and then and then be whispered in my ear d secret He had discovered rich gold n the uri. naba country He had been trying to earn money to go back and dig up the gold But, alasi now he was dying and he wished to give the secret to me. his old friend
 "Tears streamed on my cheek" Sc nor Poritol's eyes filled, seemingly at the remembrance. But I took out my fountain pen to write down the direc- tions he wished to give. See-this was the pen He produced a goldmount- ed tube from his waisteoat
 "I searched my pockets for a piece of paper. None could discover. There was no time to be lost, for my friend was growing weaker. oh, very fast In desperation took five-dol- lar bill and wrote upon it the direc- tions he gave me for finding the gold Even as finished it. dear Lopez breathed his last breath.
 Orme puffed at his cigar. "So the bnl carries directions for finding a rich deposit in the Urinaba noun tsins?"
 Yes. my dear sir But you would not rob me of it. You could not un- derstand the directions"
 .Oh, no.' Orme laughed. q have no interest in South American gold mines
 Then accept this fresh bill" i'm nlored Senor Poritol "and give me back the one l yearn for
 0rme hesitated "A moment more,'' he said Tell me. how did you lose possession of the marked bill?"
 The South American writhed in his c, air aad leaned forward eagerly. That is the most distressing part of all he exclaimed. T had left Chi cago at time when my presence in this great city tvas very important in deed. Nothing but the call from dy- ing friend would have induced me to go away My whole future In this country depended upon my returning In time to complete certain business So. after dear Lopez was dead, I rushed to the local railroad station A train was coming in. I searched my pocket for my money to buy my tick ct. All I could find was the fve-dollar bill!
 "It was necessary to return to Chi cago; yet l could not lose the bill A happy thought struck me wrote upon the face of it the words you have seen. and paid it to the ticket agent l called his attention to the writing and implored him to save the billeif he could until I returned, and if not to be sure to remember the person he gave it to"
 Orme laughed.
 "It does seem funny" said Senor Poritol, rolling another cigarette. but you cannot imagine my most frantic desperation I returned to Chicago and transacted my business. Then I hastened back to the Wisconsin city Woe is mel The ticket agent had paid the bill to a Chicago citizen. I se-