The Mountain Park Lance. (Mountain Park, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 21, 1904 Page: 3 of 12
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CHAPTER XI l«—Continued.
“I’ve been past it a hundred times.
I’tre struck a pick all around there and
aerer found ore," said Blake reflective-
ly. “but that proves nothing, k thou*
sand people walked over the Little
Calaveras before I found the gilt.
Wall, Jobs," he concluded, relapsing
to the familiar Yankee drawl, “ ‘don’t
***■ Hat time,’ as Uncle Toby Haynes
used to say?”
“It eertainly is remarkable,” said
John Burt, folding the map. “How
did you happen to select this particu-
lar spot, Jim?”
“Just happened to, that’s all,” was
the laconic reply. I laid out claims
all along here, but this one seemed
the most likely.”
“I suppose your claims cover the
ground indicated on this map, don’t
they?” asked John.
“It don’t make a bit of diference
whether they do or not,” asserted
Blske with much vigor. “If you find
ore, the claim is yours, John, and don’t
you forget it!”
“Suppose we go partners in the
Sailor mine,” suggested John. “I have
a tidy sum of money, and I’ll offset
that and the map against your claim
and experience. What do you say.
"It’s net fair to you, John, but I’ll
gladly accept, and here’s my hand on
After breakfast they set about lo-
cating the sailor’s vein. In less than
an honr Jim Blake sunk his pick Into
soon exhausted itself, and he turned
his attention to the third, expressing
a fear that he was a "hoodoo.”
“But ’there’s luck in odd numbers
says Rory O’Moore,’ ” sang Blake as
he poised on s shelving ledge and vig-
orously drove a crowbar into a crev-
ice. Ere the sun dropped below the
range he had uncovered another wide,
deep vein of gold-bearing quarts.
The spring rains set in and the
brook became a foaming, thundering
torrent. Avalanches tore down the
mountain sides, plowed their way
over the cliff, and, with a roar which
shook the cabin, hurled themselves
into the valley. The pine trees lost
their plumes of snow, and sang In a
higher key the refrain which told of
relief from burdens carried complaln-
ingly for months.
Piled in gray heaps near the tunnel
was ore worth not less than forty
thousand dollars. With the flight of
the snow and the birth of spring,
Blske wearied of his task and longed
for its rewards.
“Tell you what let’s do, John,” be
said one night after supper. “Let’s go
to Auburn and negotiate the sale of
these mines. We ought to get big
money for the Sailor. John.”
"How much?” asked John, after, a
“Half a million,” replied Blake posi-
tively, with a loving accent on the
“million.” “Half a million is dead
cheap. Don't you think so, John?”
“I shall not sell my Interest—at
a quarts rock which showed free gold.
While Jim was gloating over his find,
John appeared from behind a ledge.
He handed Blake a nugget which
weighed fully ten pounds, and a
glance—to say nothing of the weight
—showed it to be almost solid gold.
Blake grasped It, devoured its dull
gloss with sparkling eyes, and hurled
his hat high In the air.
“We are rich! We are rich!” he
shouted until the rocks resounded.
“Monte Crlsto was a beggar compared
with Burton A Blake! Hurrah for
the Bailor mine and John Burt! You
can’t keep a good man down! Hur-
The Queet for Cold.
The two young giants performed
wonders In the three weeks which fol-
lowed their discovery of gold. Glow-
ing with health snd strength, and in-
spired by ambition,-, they gnawed
ragged holes Into the aide of the
mountains with their picks and drills.
Several nuggets were found, but these
were of small value compared with
the broad stratum of ore which opened
out from the spot selected by John
Burt. The claim chosen by Blske
least, not at present,” said John Burt,
“and I advise you not to. We can
handle this property without trouble,
and make more in developing It than
by selling it. Besides, I doubt If we
can get an offer of half a million.”
“We can try, John,” said Blake
hopefully. “Two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars Is a lot of money. I
would tak? It In a minute If I could
They discussed the matter for
hours, but Blake would not recede
from hia position. Dangling before
his eyes was a purae containing two
hundred and fifty thousand dollars, to
be obtained without further work or
worry. It meant pleasure, affluence,
ease, liberty—It was enough. Not so
with John Burt. When the rock
crumbled beneath the first blow of his
pick and the ten pound nugget gleamed
In the shale, he recalled the parting
words of Peter Burt quoting the lan-
guage of Isaiah: ”1 will give thee the
treasures of darkness and the hidden
riches of secret places.”
’’We’ll talk no more about this mat-
ter to-night, Jim,” he aald, when Blake
had finished telling of the great things
which could be accompllahed with a
quarter of a million dollars. “I'll think
It over for two or three days, and then
weu iue me
Blske curbed his Impatience and
worked and waited. Ha knew John
Burt well enough not to mention the
topic during the days which followed.
One evening, after aupper, John
spent an hour or more figuring In an
“I suppose you are still determined
to sell your share in these mtnes,
Jim?” aald John.
“I am. if I can gat an offer of a quar
ter of a million,” replied Jim.
“You're making a mistake, old
man,” said John Burt, laying hia haad
on his friend’s shoulder, “but you
have as much right to your opinion as
I have to mine. So we will call that
settled. I told you I would naake you
a proposition, and here It la. There
are two mines, and they look equally
promising. I propose that you taka
one and I take the other. We wtl
call the south one ’Sailor A’ and the
north ‘Sailor B.‘ You can have your
‘That’s not fair!” aald Jim. “I’ll
play you a game of seven-up for the
first choice; three games of ten points
each—best two out of three to take
“AH right.” responded John, as
Blake produced a well worn pack of
cards and shuffled them. “But before
we play, let me finish my proposition.
You wish to sell your claims for two
hundred and fifty thousand if you can
find a purchaser. Will you give me an
option on your claim. I’ll give you
five thousand in cash for the follow-
ing option on your claim—you to deed
me all your rights In consideration of
one hundred thousand dollars, payable
in sixty days from this date; one hun-
dred thousand payable in six months
from date, and one hundred thousand
payable In one year from date. And—”
“You bet your life I will,” Interrupt-
ed Blake, extending his hand. Make
it two thousand in cash, John. That
will be enough. Make It two thousand
and I’ll go you.”
“We will call It twenty-five hundred,
and you can have the other twenty-
five hundred if you need it,” said John
smiling. “But I had not finished.
You shall have one-half of tho pro-
ceeds from the sale of the ore already
mined. That should net you |25,000.
You need not shake your head. In
any arrangement I may make with
outsiders you shall have ten per cent
of all profits payable to me. I wish to
feel that you will always have an In-
terest In the Sailor mine.”
“All right, John,” said Jim, finally.
Now we’ll play that game of seven-
Blake won the first game and John
tha second. In the third game John
had two to go, and Blake lacked six
poiufit. It was his deal. He turned
two jacks before the tramp was se-
lected, and then made high, low, jack,
and the game, and won the rubber and
the first choice.
“Lucky in cards, unlucky In love,”
laughed Biake as he arose from the ta-
ble. “Sailer A Is mine—subject to
your option, John.”
John drew up an agreement and an
option, which both signed, and the
Aim of Burton A Blake was dissolved.
Blake accepted twenty-five hundred
dollars In cash, and three daya later
both arrived In the little mining town
of Auburn, from which they sent a
trustworthy man back to the cabin, to
remain on guard until John Burt re-
Bidding Blake adieu for a week or
more, Burt proceeded to San Fran-
lout aw asxea. am nor an—an
vostor. I’m an expert—at leaat, an—
an alleged expert.”
“I with you to refer me to an In*
veator,” replied John Burt. You are
an expert In metala and should be la
capitalists. You know them; I don’t.**
“Go and see John Hawkins.” said
David Parker, as a faint smile froze
on his face. He Is honest—but hard—
hard as granite, I hope you may suc-
ceed with him—Mr. Burton. If you
and—Mr. Hawkins cannot come to
terms, I—I might refer you to others.
Good day; good day, sir—and good
As David Parker predicted, John
Burt had little trouble In securing an
interview with John Hawkins, million-
aire mine owner and investor.
He wrote the name “John Burton”
on a card and gave It to an attendant.
Two burly men stood In the doorway,
pausing to make some parting re-
mnrk, which was followed by roars of
merriment. The attendant brushed
past them as they closed the door.
“Tell him to come in,” wns the or.
der given in a voice sonorous through
the heavy partition.
John Burt’s education In the ell*
quette of servility and in adulation of
material things wns singularly defec-
tive. This may have been due to hia
country training. It never occurred to
John Burt that he should stand in awe
of the Hawkins millions. He was im-
pressed by the leoalne head and gi-
gantic proportions of the magnate, as
an artist is when he contemplates for
the first time some atupendous work
of nature. He returned the great
man’s gaze, before which moat strang-
ers quailed and faltered, with an an-
swering *look which calmly asserted
an equality, yielding deference only
to a seniority of years.
“How do you do? What can I do
for you, nlr? Take a chair.’’ Mr.
Hawkins glanced again at the card,
toned It on hia desk, and wheeled and
confronted John Burt, who had ac-
cepted this gruff Invitation.
“I own or control some recently dis-
covered gold mines, and am in Ban
Francisco for the purpose of Intel eat-
ing capital in their development,”
said John Burt. “I am Informed that
you are an investor in mining proper-
ty. I am In a position to submit prop-
ositions which may result to onr
“Where are they?” growled Mr.
For an answer John stepped behind
the capitalist and placed his fingers
on a point indicated on a large map of
California which huag on the wall.
“They are located on the west slope
of the Sierra Nevadas, at an altitude
of about two thousand feet above the
river, five miles south of the Wormley
trail,” said Johu. “Here la a rough
detailed map of the surroundings.”
He handed the chart to Mr. Hawkins.
“There is no gold there—not an
ounce,” declared tho magnate. “You
haws found a mare's nest, young man.
I looked that country over ten years
ago. There's no gold there.”
“My partner and I have extracted
forty thousand dollars’ worth of high
grads ore there in three weeks,” said
John Burt quietly. “Hers ie a spec!-
men of It. Here is something else.”
He placed a sample of ore and the ten-
pound nugget In Hawkins’ out.
(To be continued.)
Veracity and Veracity.
While cleaning a large pike Mrs.
John Harris of Sea ford, Del., was sur-
prised to find when ahe cut It open
He engaged rooms in the Palace ho-1 Another pike of ordinary size In its
.C-rejHstering under the name of* ntomsch. After finishing cleaning and
John Burton—and made Inquiries con
cernlng the leading mining experts of
the city. He decided to present his
case to David Parker. He wrote the
famous expert a brief letter, and was
(luly accorded an Interview.
During the brief preliminary con-
versation, John Burt studied David
Parker and decided to trust him. Then
he related the story of the discovery
of the Bailor mine.
”1 have always believed that those
hills—that those hills — contained
gold,” said David Parker hesitatingly.
Why do you come to me. Mr. Bur*
halting the first pike she started to
dlean the eccond, and was still furth-
er amased when she discovered an-
other pike Ip the second one's stom-
ach. 8he pwceeded to cut open the
third one, and was still more aston-
ished to find a minnow In Its stom-
ach with a email hook in Its mouth.
She called her husband to look at the
four fish, and he declared hp bad nev-
er seen nor horrd tell of so many fish
being In the stomach of ona fish. The
pike was caught In Hearn’s mill pond,
near Besford, a place noted for large
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