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Bob turned and took it, gripping
hard. "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 his buttonhole. 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 pipe. "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 shanty. 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 of you. 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 the door. 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 Sleepy Camp. APPLES. 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, Doctor's warming. 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 the Midlands: Three each day, sev'n days a week Ruddy apple, ruddy cheek.