Evening star., 1915-03-21


While the crowd inside was trying to dis
courage Father Time and Sailor Dutch from
singing Silver Threads Among the Gold
l sneaked down the trail and seen the Scotch
man and Splinter bidding one another adieu.
| flung myself acrost his path.
"Mr. Plunkett,' greets he most earnest
like, and be it known, Miss, that in them
days l was seldom called Sinful, the same
being a misleading lie and pinned on my
back by enemies to destroy my character
MIR. Plunkett, says he in sided voice,
don't think I've forgot the way ye stood
up for me. I'm warm hearted enough to
melt stove. I'm going to make yer ever
lasting fortoon.'
rorscopist's words wasn't coming true! Say
on coaxed. 4 defy ye to break my heart
by any such language. What's the game''
"'I I'm looking for some noble-hearted man
to grubstake me till | go back to some dig
gings what know Of he whispered.
"How much'll ye need?' asks, now
some cautious.
"Gimme two thousand dollars in dust
and yer blessing he says. III outfit at
White Hoss, and I'll be back afore snow flies.
"Why so confidential in this tripo Why
not take me along with YEP | naturally
asked, not liking to have my good fortoon
what was writ in the stars git out O sight.
"'Cause we'd be follered, he says. They
won't think nawthing of me incoming off
alone.
"rhere was hoss sense in them words,
Miss; for for moren once I've tried to sneak
out o camp, only to find the gang waiting
for me down the trail, and so glad to see me
as to offer to make me birthday cake. |
struggled inwardly for some minutes, look
ing him over and thinking on Ma m selle's
fateful words. 1t was make or break, and
decided to back my horoscope, and at last
agreed, IN tote the dust to yer shack to-
night
"No, mol says he. Be to home, and I'll
come for it. Then I'll be sure we amt being
watched.
"And so Miss, being that inherent and
two thousand that evening, takin from him
a scrawl what he lowed was a map O the
new diggngs. 1t looked more like check
on a Chink laundry, and I'd a laughed
hoarsely afore banking on it if it hadn't
been for what was writ in the stars. | was
backing the horoscope to the limit.
RY this time the whole camp had had their
- fortoons told, and the way that female
horrorscopist ripped out facts bout the diff
ferent mems lives was a caution. When she
lowed Lonesome Bean had been married
three times, fact known only to few of
us, he turned white as snow and in wabbly
voice begged, Let the past be its own grave
digger, a'am, please!
How'n hull not quoting him exact,
Miss, did she know | quit the sealer sort O.
careless likeo' muttered Dutch, arter she'd
dealt him hand 1t strikes me that them
stars is too blamed meddling in their natur's.
"'What want to ask o this crowd is this,
solemnly begun Big Welch: Has every Teller
told up good and square all the futur this
young female has projected?'
81 was the first man to say I'd made a
clean breast-which, by the way. want
lying, Miss, as every man has a right to de-
ceive the enemy when it comes to locating
new diggings or opening a jackpot. And
every feller answered the same.
"''rhat being settled, and avowing the
same, sighs Big Welch, feel that we're all
brothers, and I'll even forgive Mcpherson
his face and will set EN- up for everyone in
camp. Take your usual positions at the bar
9" Everyone except Splinter, who seems
to be herding by hissef, remarks Lonesome
Bean. He don't seem to be much of
mingler in this yere emporium o joy during
the last day or two
I've been feeling the same way sghs
Mcpherson. l dropped into his shack last
night to ask him down to enjoy the innercent
merriment. Poor feler! l opine he's some