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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 17, 1913, Image 18

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THE DIAMOND GLOW
By George" Elmer Cobb.
"Go tell that to the marines foot
soldiers won't stand it!"
The little spare man with soft,
dreamy eyes ancp the face of -a poet
bowed in a deprecatory manner and
left the noisy mess-room of the Kim
berly diamond mines.
One man among- the group arose
and followed him. He was bronzed,
poorly dressed, a generally down-and-out
expression in his general ap-
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
,
pearance, but behind it all was the
restless ambitious soul.
"Wait a moment," he spoke, laying
a gentle detaining hand on the man
who had preceded him.
"What is -it you want?" inquired
the latter, lifting his stooped shoul
ders somewhat and turning his face
up to the' other.
"I heard your story in yonder."
"Well?"
, "And I believe it. You want some
one to share your venture. I am your
man, if you will accept me."
A great calm and soft content
overspread the features of the man
addressed. He simply put out his
hand to clasp that of the other.
"They laughed at me in yonder,"
he said; "I, who located the big
Rhodes claim and have spent ten
years in the district. I am still John
Brazelton, expert I still know when
I see a bit of guttering spar and a real
diamond, even a mile away. There is
one at Dykeman's Gulch. I have seen
it and it is mine. You heard my story
and believe it, you say. Then we
become partners.
"To the extent of my limited means
a bare $200, all all I have in ther
world."
"It is more than sufficient. All we
need is a wagon, a team of mules,
some tackle and provisions."
"And then?"
"Patience and riches!"
Bruce Beresford led Tiis new part
ner to his room. As they entered it
a mild-faced, blue-eyed man arose
from polishing a rifle and some pis
tols at a little table.
"This is my friend and to be trust
ed. He is Vaclav Polski," introduced
Beresford. "Now, then, Mr. Brazel
ton, tell your story over again."
It was a strange, extravagant nar
rative, but it was told on that strange
South African realm of Croesus,
where stranger stories had been told.
In few words the gem.prospector re
cited his story. In a lonelymountain
gulch 200 miles away, while camping
at night he had awakened to have
his eye fixed hundreds of feet up the
perpendicular cliff side upon a great
liquescent mass of prismatic light. .
Just at that phase of the moon,
just at that hour the lunar rays rest
ed for perhaps fifteen minutes across
a surface, small but distinct, studded
with sparkles of prismatic brilliancy.
"Diamonds!" pronounced the old
expert positively. "Imbedded in the
petrified clay, thrown there by some
upheaval of nature they shone down

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