Dewey County advocate. [volume] (Timber Lake, S.D.) 1910-1913, 1912-02-02
CHAPTER VII.

Not only had he been forgotten, but
the Klondike along with him. The
world was interested in other things,
and the Alaskan adventure, like the
Spanish War. was an old story. He set.
interviewed by the cub-reporters on
the hotel-run, and received brief para
graphs of notice for twenty-four
hours.
Several months passed in San Fran
cisco, during which time he studied
the game and its rules, and prepared
himself to take hand.
firing Of being merely an onlooker,
he. ran up to Nevada, where the new
gold-mining boom was fairly started
'-just to try flutter," as he phrased
It to himself The flutter on the To
nopah Stock Exchange lasted just ten
days, during which time his smash
ing, wild-bull game played ducks and
brakes with the more stereotyped
gamblers, and at the end of which
time, having gambled Floridel into
his fist, he let go for a net profit OF
half a million. Whereupon, smacking
his lips, he departed for San Fran
cisco and the st. Francis Hotel. 1t
tasted good, and his hunger for the
game became more acute.
And once more the papers sensa-
tionalfzed him. BURNING DAYLIGHT
was a big-letter headline again. In
reviewers flocked about him. Old
files of magazines and newspapers
were searched through, and the ro-
mantle and historic Elan Harnish,
Adventurer of the Frost, King OF the
Klondike, and Father of the Sour
doughs, strobe upon the breakfast ia
BILE OF million homes along with the
toast and breakfast foods. Even be-
fore his elected time, he was forcibly
launched into the game. Financiers
and promoters, and all the flotsam and
5etsam of the sea of speculation
surged upon the shores Ct his eleven
millions. In self-defence he was COM
PEELED to open Offices He dabbled in
little things at "stalling for
time" as he explained it to Holds
worthy, friend he had made at The
Alta-Pacific Club. Daylight himself
was member of the club, and Holds
worthy had proposed him. And it was
well that Daylight played closely at
first, for he was astounded by the
multitudes of "ground-sharks,"
he called them-that flocked about
him. He saw through their schemes
readily enough, and even marveled
that such numbers of them could find
sufficient prey to keep them going.
Their rascality and general dubious
ness was so transparent that he could
not understand how any one could be
taken In by them.
Sc 1t was that he resolved to leave
the little men, the Holdsworthys,
alone and, while he met them in good
fellowship, he chummed with none,
and formed no deep friendships. He
did not dislike the little men, the men
OF the Alta-Pacific, for instance. He
merely did not elect to choose them
for partners in the big game in which
he intended to play. What this big
game was, even he did not know. He
was waiting to find It, And in the
meantime he played small hands, in
vesting in several arid-lands reclama-
ton projects and keeping his eyes
open for the big chance when 1t
should come along.
And then he met John Dowsett, the
great John Dowsett. It was the first
big magnate Daylight had met face to
face, and he was pleased and charmed.
There was such a kindly humanness
about the man, such a genial demo
craticness, that Daylight found 1t hard
to realize that this was the John Dow.
set, president of string of banks,
insurance manipulation, reputed ally of
the lieutenants of Standard OIL, and
known ally of the Guggenhammers.
Nor did his looks belle his reputation
and his manner. Physically, he guar
anteed all that Daylight knew OF him.
Despite his sixty years and snow
white hair his hand-shake was firmly
hearty, and he showed no signs OF
decrepitude, walking with a quick
snappy step, making all movements
definitely and decisively.
1t was not long afterward that Day.
Sight came on to New York. A letter
eom John Dowsett had been the
eause--a simple little typewriter let
Ger q several Naen Hut Daylight