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Bob turned and took it, gripping
"Here's the key to the chest
you've got the nugget," said Sam.
"Yes, that's right enough,"
Bob the Beauty with a chuckle;
"111 be off in the morning.
It was early when Bob got up
next morning so early that there
was only a very faint tinge of light
in the east, but he hadn't slept n
wink, so it was as good as tossing
about for another hour or so.
He unlatched the door at the
shanty as noiselessly as he could
for fear of waking Sam, who was
snoring away on his back, and slipped
out into the open. He wanted
to have a last look around, and
straighten things up for his going
he'd have to make some excuse
to the boys, he thought, they'd
think it so strange, and so he walked
down to the claim.
Although he had gone out so
qujetly, the click of the latch had
been enough for Sam, who awoke
to find himself laughing, positively
laughing, he was so happy.
He didn't get up immediately,
but lay there planning out his future
happiness. He was sorry,
very sorry for Beauty, but perhaps
the nugget would be some consolation
to him ; besides, he didn't
think Bob liked the girl as much
as he did.
Quite an hour passed before he
dressed himself, a bit smarter than
usual, and went out. He even
picked a little yellow flower that
was growing among the grass by
the side of the track and put it in
He had been walking for some
time, now and then breaking into
song in his deep, rough voice, and
hardly noticing where he went
till he looked up and found himself
by Peep Hollow, some way out of
the camp ; so he sat down with his
back against a big pine and lit his
"As happy as a King I'd be," he
started to sing between the puffs
of smoke, when he stopped suddenly,
for coming along the path
toward him he saw a slight figure
in a big straw hat. His heart gave
a bound. It was Lil !
Ugly sat very still as she ap
THE HONOLULU TIMES.
proached, and she didn't see him,
being very interested in something
she was talking to he strained his
ears to listen.
"You dear, dear, old fellow
how I love you better than all the
world Sleepy Camp thrown in."
It was a photo-picture she addressed
these remarks to. Sam
could make that much out.
"There, back to your little hiding
place, and nobody knows nothing
about yer." So saying she
kissed it and slipped into thje front
of her blouse, then, turning from
the path, cut through the pines.
Sam had stopped his song to
listen, and it was some moments
before he thought of getting up
to follow her, but he did after a
time, and tried to make out the
way she had gone.
He had been breaking through
the undergrowth for a few minutes
when he saw something on
the ground a few yards ahead.
"It's the picture she had," said
Sam to himself, so he forced his
way through to the spot where it
lay. It was face downward he
picked it up and turned it over
it was Beaut's.
Sam let it fall with a half-stifled
cry and put his hand to his throat,
then kicked his way out to the
track again and made for the
He met two or three of the boys
who were off to work, but he never
raised his head to their greetings.
Reaching the hut he pushed the
door open and stumbled in. Bob
hadn't returned (his things were
seill unpacked); he took a long
time to say good-by to his friends.
Sam dropped into a chair, and
stared hard at the door then he
jumped up and rummaged in the
room for something and returned
to the table with a dirty piece of
paper and a little stump of a pencil
He sat down, and then, with his
great heart like a lump of lead,
wrote, in a very illegible hand:
Dear Beauty Your sure ter be
knocked when yer see this, but
you'll be glad. We tossed square
and fair for the gal, and I won,
well I were a fool ter think that
a gal would like me in pref. ter
you. Anyway, I soon found out
my mistake, so I'm goin' instead
The 'rangements were thae f
one had Lil, the other has the nugget
so being, it belongs ter me,
but I ain't goin' to take it you'd
'ave ter wait a time 'fore yer found
another p'raps never I don't
want it. Yer stay I go.
Still always your mate and pard.
UGLY SAM. -
Leaving the scrawl upon the table,
Sam put a few belongings into
a bundle and went out slamming
As he threw the bundle over his
shoulder he noticed the little yellow
flower in his buttonhole. He
took it out and threw it away, lit
his pipe and turned his back on
A Life Restoring Health Preserving
Fruit From A 11 Ages.
Apples were at one time underestimated;
they were scarcely considered
a fruit rare enough or luscious
enough for the consideration
of the epicure, unless, indeed, they
formed a part of some elaborate
dessert, compounded and cooked
by a skilled housekeeper. Apple
jellies, puddings, pies and cakes
might do, but plain, raw apples
were fit only for school children,
vegetarians or the poor. All this
is now changed and the apple has
come to its own again,
various times lightly esteemed or
discredited, at least its
has been steadily recognized.
Apple-sayings are frequent,
both in our own country
and in England, all of which testify
in favor of the fruit. In the
lowest countree" there are four
each : "An apple a day sends the
doctor away," is the first and
briefest. Then follow, in the order
to their vigor, three more:
Apple in the morning,
Roast apple at night
Starved the doctor outright.
East an apple going to bed,
Knocked the doctor on the head.
A little less agressive is one
Three each day, sev'n days a
Ruddy apple, ruddy cheek.