The daily Alaskan., 1920-11-06

mentioning money to the Wild Rose. He picked up his glass; set It down pushed 1t back.
 "Water for mine"
 To man, the crowd whlrled and stared. Louie Solomon swore.
 "Vot iss!" he said. You make 1t foOlishness|
 "No," was the slow answer. I'm off this for keeps"
 HI" growled the one-eyed fisher man. "Since't when did y'u quit?"
 YCSterd0y-abOut sundown."
 He raised his glass and cllnked with Louie Solomon-the arIstOcrNtIc bOur- bon against the Flatwoods sprlng-and drank the celebration of his great day in a glass of water. The others were too busy just then, or cared too little, to press the point, or take the trouble to wonder just what and what all he meant by "yeSterday-about sundown."
 Louie Solomon set his glass down with a bang.
 "IImmel! Dot don'dt shtruck bot tom yet. It vas all soaked up in mine throat a-rcady. Ell 'em up ag'in, all hands roundt. Undt ais one iss on Louie.
 'Where iss mine friendt vot trim from me twenty-tree dollar" Louie asked, feeling his vest pocket, as he had done probably a score of times since crossing the street.
 "Oh, he went up the Yellow branch this afternoon to look at some timber options" the bartender answered.
 "Tell I'm mebbe he come by de camp t'nlght undt gin me chance to git 1t back my twenty-tree dollar"
 "Tll tell him when he comes in."
 The bartender wiped or the bar. The Pearlhunter was already out on the sidewalk, where the Jew soon joined him, and they walked together down to the white skin. The three rowers were still in their places, glum as their em- ployer was vOluble.
 It was well toward evening when theypullcd up to the landing at which the hOusebOat lay. Louie gave careful directions where to build the fire, and followed the Pearlhunter up through the underbrush beyond the strip of open shore. and to the cabin, tapping, every few steps, the pocket where the pearl lay. He went straight to the spring.
 You should eat supper init me, haln'dt it?" he said, the dripping gourd poised in his hand.
 Sure. But I'm not much on that friend-of yours. think I'll leave be- fore he cOmcS.'
 The Pearlhuntcr had for some time been debating with himself whether or not to warn Solomon of the danger ous character of the man that was com. ing. The one consideration that kept him from speaking was the fact that he had no proof-cCrtain knowledge, but no proof, He decided not to speak yet.
 You no like hIm?" The Jew laughed easily. hung the gourd hack on tue stick and stood looking out over the landscape spreading away under the genial sunshine.
 ".NOt you do now?'
 The question caught the Pcarlhunter uuawarcs. He, too, was gazing out over the landscape, but absorbed In things of which the placid little Jew had not the remOtest lnkling.
 "I hardly know" he answered slow ly. as If feeling for each word. "ThOught maybe I'd go to school"
 "School!" The Jew rldlculed the word with his hands. "I know a-ready men could be professors, undt dey got noting. I go by school not more as two weeks for mine life, undt look at me"
 The Pearlhunter did look at him hard-faced. red-nosed, yellowish teeth, a pOtty protuberance swung to the front of hIs walstIlne. It looked like two weeks wasted.
 "Why you don't buy tlmber7 You can shoot it dis waterfall into Hume undt run mill yet"
 The Pearlhunter made no answer. The little Jew talked on.
 "You can buy 1t de Flatwoods a. ready yet, If you handle right your money" He walked back around the end of the cabin. The Pearlhunter followed. Well, you come Tong ven you get ready, haln'dt it?" He went on down the slope, through the bushes toward his skin; the Pearl hunter turned in at the cabin door. Alone at last, he did the very thing that nine meu out of ten would have done; took the draft out of his pocket and fingered it over-the concrete and tpnVihla evidence nf a great day won.
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