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Adventurous prospectors ! who have
, follgwed the perilous : trails over the
Cnhlnet Mountains hale , as 0. matter
1 or C04 < tt'st' , heard of the Lost I.kad ,
C h.t only ho who IH 0. total stranger
\ to fear has penetrated the chaotic
l wlhlOl'noaH ot Hell'lI : Canyon , and thus
) . comb sllddonly upon the Grave of
I Gold Four rude granite poets , con-
il ncctod ( by heavy log chains , enclose
the J110t. OU the face of the giant
owhlor that stands guard over the
! few square feet of sacrcd ; : earth is
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Late In the spring of 1889 , 1..ollis
Gl1hurt left his home In Kentucky ) for
a visit to his uncle's mine In the
, NQrthwoMt , lie had lung ! trouble , and
the doctor had ordered nn outdoor
Ufo 'While his health improved , he
became ilJleiHod with another ailment ,
perhaps < ! 010 only one to ue caught at
that great nltltudc-tho gold fever .
Miners were his only IlssoclatcJ ! , the
taIl was uU oC lode ! , leads and drifts ,
and the only communication with the
0lltll1l10 ( world was ur the train of
\ I pack mules . that carried the heavy
I 'J } : ore sacks down t he winding trail. So
, it was -sirprising : that his walks \
. tool the character of prospecting
1 tours , and carried him farther and
farther from 'amll Late In October ,
when his visit was nearly over , he
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started with three days' food for a
last trip , into new territory. From a
conical mountain top about ten miles
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west of the mine , ho had looked over
a lower range of summits to n great
expanse of wild and broken country
that ho had never explored.
The weather was like summer when
ho started , but thirty-six hours later ,
on the evening of the second day , 0.
fierce snowstorm set in By mid.
night , the first blizzard of the- season
was raging through the mountains.
On the third dRY the storm still
howled furiously , hut searching parties .
ties were sent out with a faint hope
of finding the young prospector be
fore the trails became entirely 1m-
pP's15aule. In the dim twilight of the
afternoon they returned one uy one ,
almost worn out , convinced that the
body of the missing man wOllld not
be found till the warm winds ot
spring should melt away the drlrts.
Yet , as a humane precaution , lights
were set In cabin windows , and , guild-
ed by one of them , Louis ! Gilbert
staggered Into camp and tell like a
dead man before the mess , room door.
He was taken from th © snow ,
wrapped In tJlanlets and laid before
a lJlr.zlng fire. When he showed signs
of life he was given hot drinks and
undressed. His pro15pectol"s belt
dropped 'to the floor like lead , and
when opened was found to be stuffed
with nuggets of virgin gold. .
In the fever that followed , Gilbert
talked dellrlolls ) ' of his long struggle
through the blinding drifts , hungry ,
cold and aching for the sleep which
would mean death , yet forcing himself
onward with the blizzard at his back
as his only guide. The amazing rich-
ness of his find had given him the
strength that saved his life.
Finally ho opened his eyes with the
old look and told more In detail the
story of his wonderful discover ) ' . Un
the east side of a stream , In a canyon
f0 ; terrlb } ) ' wild and broken that it
was almost Impassable , he had found
the gold on the very face of a ledgc.
Filling , his belt he had started to
. blaze his way back , when the storm
came down with rightful violence.
The rest of the journey was simply 0.
horrible nlghl1nal'c.
As nothing could ue done while the
snow lasted , Gilbert returned to Ken-
tuckr for the winter , yet could think
of nothing but his gold mine.
Early In the spring ho was hack at
his uncle's mine , wailing impatiently
for the snow to melt and bo carried
away by the swollen streams. Final-
h' , after n tedious delay , he set out
with 0. small part of miners all eag-
er to have n hand In locating the rich
prospect. .
"Hell's Canyon ! " exclaimed the
foreman , as , skirting Cone Top mountain -
taln , Gilbert pointed out the way. One
ot' the men , a Mexican , declined to go
any farther with the party1 and the
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Gilbert :
"The Mexican's give Hell's Canyon n
wide herth. They say that one of
them found a big treasure there , and
then lost It and his me In some uncanny -
canny way. They found his bones , i
though , next stllnmer. Knew 'em by i
his divining rod , that ho clung toI I
even In death. "
On the second day Gilbert and his
companions found the stream , which
fought Its way among the upturned
rooks , cavernous gorges and fallen
Jogs of Hell's Canyon At the sight
of the stream 'Gilbert eagerly led the
search along the east hank , and every
yard : was carefully searched But the
uowlder , the two dead trees-every
other characteristic landmark on
Giluert's chart-had disappeared. All
search was vain. The map was not
that of the locality they were In-as
Gilbert himself ! was obliged to admit.
During that summer Gilbert led out
tour other searching parties , but
never got any nearer the lost lea ( ] ,
Then ho again went South for the
winter. When ho next returned It
was with a flushed ! cheek that con-
trasted horribly with his pale , pinched
look and steadily Calling strength In
spite of all disappointments , ho was
still hopeful , and to humor him his
110clo'll miners occasionally made excursions -
cU1'flons : Into the maze of peals and
gulches.
One morning , late In the season ,
Gilbert asked for one more chance to
solve the mystery of He11's Canyon
Ho had had a dream , ho said enthusiastically -
RlastlcaIly , that this time ho wOllld
be successful. The miners made up
0. part and , started out , In the usual
direction. Although they went slowly ,
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until it became necessary to carry
him on a litter made of uC1ughs. This
delayed them oven more , and It was
late on the third day before they
reached the stream. At the sight of
the dashing water , Giluert's strength
appeared to rally , and , sitting up , ho
directed them to cross to the west
bani. At this strange order the hear-
exs , : exchanged glances md called the
rest of the part ) . . They nIT believed
that with a brief return of physical
strength the young man's mind had
broken down. The one point on which
he had always been most posltlve-
that the vein was on the eastern bank
of the stream-ho had now aban-
doned It. was evident to them that
the lost lead would never ue found.
But it was time to camp for the
night. and the west bank was much
more sheltered With much difficulty ,
bracing themselves against the
atones , they carried the litter across
the swle current. Selecting a site
sheltered by a huge bowlder , the men
sent In advance to pitch cam-p began
with picks to clear a spot for the
tent. With a ring that could not bo
mistaken the steel struck the reel
The men gave a great cheer. Gilbert
raised himself on his litter when It
was brought up , and gazed excitedly
at the great bowlder and its surroundings -
roundings , which had come to him so
vividly In that prophetic death.dream
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"Tho Lost Lead ! " ho cried In trl .
lImphant tone , and then adding in a , ' . 1
weak voice , "Bury me here , boys , " ho
sank back-dead. : .
Spring freshets had cl1angod the
torrent's course , and the cast bank
had become the west !
They buried Louis Gilbert with the
treasure he had never possessed , and , J.
while the rich mine became known In .w" ,
financial circles as 'fhe Lost Lead , "
yet old miners themselves never call
it anything but 1'ho Grave of Gold " . .
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OFFERS BIBLE FOR TOBACCO.
Aged Southerner's Exteremlty Melts
Heart of West Side Grocer.
A Chicago grocer man tells of a
seedy-looldng Individual , with the appearance -
pearnnce of better days In his mem-
ory , who came Into the grocer , and ,
In the accent of the old South , asked !
for credit for a package of smoking
touacco. This was refused The old
man , who wore an ancient silk hat and
f1 long Crock coat , turned away with 0. '
sigh , but returned shortly with a pained -
ed look and n copy of the DIble.
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DIy name Is Rust , suh- "
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"I am a brother , sub , oC Gen. Rust
or 1\1I88'lpl1I , sllh , and not In the habit
or malting propositions of this kind , : - . < : . ,
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suh lint If you : will take this honk , " "
sub , In pledge , and trust me for the
sm04t1ng material , sub , I pledge you
lie ( honah of a Rust , suh , that I will
redeem it In a very few da'B " -
And yet the grocer refused to part
wilh the "noxious weed. "
Again the old man turned way and
with n sigh remarked :
\Vell , sllh , if you won't take my
word nor the word of God e'ether , I
presume that it Is best to close these
negotiations. Good day , suh : good
clay. "
"That was too much for even a8
hard-hearted a man flS I nm , " said the
grocer. "r called the old gentleman
back and made him happy with a , ,
package of tobacco , and I didn't leeep i.:4fJ.J /
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his Bible , either " )
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Nothing Light About It
F. L. Colver , president of Frank - '
Leslie's publishing house , tells the . . . . . .
following as nn illustration of the
t1ulck' wit of an Irishman who was
sent to take some furniture to the
torage warehouse preparatory to the
family going to their summer homo
Colver , who was In the library ,
heard sounds : ot unusual puffing and
blowing ns one of the men was stag-
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piece of furniture. '
\Vl1nt are you taking down , " he
called out , "the light oak dresser ? "
"No , ser , " panted Pat , "sure Ol'm
taltln' down the heavy mahogany one , "
-New York Tjmes. " .4 I f.
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Here In this old deserted room ,
Where cobwebs frInge the tapestries ' ,
Swayed by the breezes In the gloom
My heart renews lite's ecstasies ,
'I'hc're the dust . Ifhnde's let
1 here where dusty down
Against the yellow light I see ,
A beaded form whose sliver crown
Is more than queenly crown to me. . ' .
There III the quiet corner nook '
A leathern chair leans to the wnll- .
There bonded 0'01' some cherished book ' , ; '
A form arises In the pall : < .
A Corm I looked to with delight l , '
In days at childhood when 1 trod , , "
A vagrant and a tot t'ring wight , .
A trembling babe o'er vernal sod.
I list the voices faint and sweet . :
I3orne to me In soft roundelays
Like echoes from some dIm retreat - , '
01 IICc's exquisite ! choral da's.
And while thc mould' rIng tapestries , -
Swayed by the breezes In the gloom
Crumble to dust , lire's ecstasies I
Bring back the sunshine to the room
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Reed's Ready Wit.
"Col. Peto" Hepburn of Iowa Is fond
of telling how , during his early days
In Congress , ho once had occasIon te
consult Mr. Reed , then speaker , with
a view to obtaining Reed's advice as
to a eulogy on n. deceased colleague
which Col. Hepburn had been selected
to detiver.
"GIve me a general Idea of what I
shall say , " Bald the inexperienced
Hepbul'l1. _ -
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sponded the witty Reed "It' cus- ' . . .
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