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To-day's Short Story. 1 THE GOLD CAVES. I There were three of us--N-,c-d. an old Rocky .Mountain hunter, who, when game got scarce, or furs unprofitable, took up the equally hazardous calling of gold seeking; Frank, a. handsome young KenVuckian, who had come out to win a sudden fortune; and myself, who had made one fortune in the goktflelds, lost it, and was now out to get another, and with the firm determination to hang on to it if I struck luck again. Across the Sierra, iladre mountains, in the San Juan region, was a mighty dreary, loaely country in those days, with the water flowing down out of sight in the bottoms of the canyons, s.nd the nearest white settle- ment 300 miles away in. eastern Colorado. Ned had hunted all through this oountry, and he believed it was rich in gold, "n and that if we kept our purp>c<3e to ourselves we would make our everlasting fortunes," to use his own words. We had not been many days out before Frank opened his heart and gave us the secret of his constant happiness. He was in love, not dead in love," but living in love; the glorious passion possessed him. It bubbled from his lips in laughter and song, and glared from his eyes in exultation. "Who is she, boys?'' he said one day, in answer to my question, for I. an old, love- lees, and perhaps unlovable, bachelor, half ,env-ied his possession. By the camp fire he o-pened his coat and hunting shirt, and brought to light a slender gold chain that hung a-beait his neck, at the er-d of which there was a flat, golden medaliion. He opened it, kissed the picture of his idol with the adoration of a pagan, and then let us look at the face of a beautiful blue- eyed girl of or twenty. Susie Burns ain't rich, for heaven oouldn't give her all the blessings without being unfair," oontinued Frxnk. as he restored the picture to his breast, "but she'll be rich some day if there's gold to be found in these mountains. Meanwhile, while I'm out here pro- Bpecting, Susie's a-teaching school down by the banks of the Cumberland, and you can bet if she has any time to spare from her work she puts it in a-praying for me. That's why I feel so aoggoned sure. bqye, that we a-re going to win. I tell you that an outfit can't fail that has an angel like that a-praying for it." I don't know the name of the stream, for it was in the days before names were given to every strip of vet ground in the West, but it ross in the avalanches of the Sierra Madre, and came down by our camp ice cold. and as it brought flecks of yellow geld with it we decided to stop there and go to panning out the gravel. We did fairly well. What we got would bave been big wages anywhere else, but, to compensate for what wo Buffered and the dangers we faced, we naturally wanted Tnore. A hundred dollars a day between three wasn't so brid, but we were in a mood when 1,000 dollars a day would not have satisfied us. Although the strongest of the three, Frank was not used to this sort of life, and I soon saw it began to tell on him, and I wanted him to let np. but the brave fellow stuck to it, work i ng it, working in the ice-cold water until he was taken down with chills, followed by a burning fever. We had some quinine and a few simple remedies for cuts and .bruises along, and with these and the skill that came of long years in the wilds, we did the best we could for our partner. Now comes the remarkable part of the story. I've seen men down with the fever when they get so wild they had to be tied, but, while Frank was clear out of his head, he kept just as peaceful as ever, only that he insisted that up the creek were great I cavee full of gold, and that the specks we had been picking out of the gulch came from there. The third night after Frank was taken down he seemed to be resting quietly, so Ned and I, who had been taking turns watching, thought it would be safe to drop off to sleep—kind of lightly—and we did so* When we woke up in the early morning and saw that Frank's cot was empty and his clothes and pick and revolver gone, you may try to imagine, but you can never realise, just how we felt. Remembering his ravings about the gold carves up near the snow line, we determined to follow the creek. We could read the trail as well as an Indian, but the rocks were too hard to retain the impression of a human foot. Yet now and then we saw signs to encourage us. It was a rough, hard, road, and now and then as we went on we stopped to shout Frank's name, or to discharge our rifles, but only the echoes oame back for reply. That night, thoroughly fagged out, we halted close to the snow line—indeed there were white patches all about us. and not a sign of a shrub to make a fire. With a little alcohol lamp we made some coffee and lay down under our blankets, spoon fashion, to keep warm. Another terrible day, and another awful night, and still no sign of Frank. We gave him up, and. with sad hearts, were returning, when Ned, who has eyes like telescopes, said he sa.w something moving near the snowline across the valley. There had been an immense snow-slide ■lown the valley not an hour before, but we got across, and there under the ledge of rocks, with a great pile of loose glittering stones a.bout him, lay Frank, looking like a dead man. While Ned made some coffee I rubbed Frank with snow till the skin was warm; then we forced coffee between his teeth, and, wrapping one blanket about him, we made a stretcher out of the other and our two rifles, so as to carry him down to camp—no easy job. I can tell you. Just as we were about to start off, Ned noticed the pile of stones. Frank's pockets were full of them—and those lying about had evidently been brought there by him. But they were folly one-half solid gold. Frank had discovered the caves of his feverish dreams. We got him back to camp, and we took turns nursing him and carrying down the gold so mysteriously found with him under that ledge, and the source of which had been concealed by the snow-slide. To make a long story short, as we used to say when I was a boy, Frank got well. When he was able to travel, we started back, carrying with us about 130 pounds of solid gold. We made a second and a third trip to find the "gold caves," of which Frank remem- bered nothing, and c-tbers have often tried it since, but they were lost quite as mysteriously as they were found. Frank had, however, for his share enough money to return to Kentucky and marry the fair Susie Burns. That they are happy as the day is long I can vouch for, for I visited them less than a year ago, and I was highly flattered to find that his eldest son was named after me.

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