Show STUD EXT LIE E cd to see old familiar sights again When I first saw Hill I just walked up to him and made myself acquainted a la Western andthat sufficed While old man Farley was putting up my “grub stake’ to take back to the cabin Hill and I told each other who we were Hill said be was out W est for the purpose of getting a few million bucks That settled it told him to come along with me for I was out for the selfsame purpose That is bow it came to pass that Xancy the ponv bad to ride double that night We went back the next day after Hill's tilings which be bad left at Greenhorn for be bad decided in the mean while to stay at the cabin Among the tilings he brought was I this picture I learned to like Bill although be was of a gloomy turn of mind and rarely spoke of bis home relatives and never thought of such a tiling as a letter Somehow' I didn't want to know' any more about him than that his name was William Hargreaves Hubbard Harvard '90 Bill was good enough company without knowing bis pedigree Out West anyway if you want to keep friends keep quiet about a person’s real name and where he is from It usually pays After the picture bad disappeared I studied Bill with much more curiosity and at last concluded that be bad a story which would probably sound like a past I just kept my eyes open and said nothing One day w hen we were at w ork at our “bole in the ground’’ Bill 43 began to talk about death and the hereafter I couldn’t imagine wdiat had struck him He talked on a while and then be turned to me and said “If I die on your hands just plant me on these hillsides and put a board at mv head with ‘William Hargreaves Hubbard Harvard ’90’ it” I simply looked at Bill Oftentimes I have thought of and to me it seems a kind °f premonition for the next day poor Bill was no more — a rock hit on this-inciden- him and — well Bill was only human He was dead bv the time I had carried him to the cabin I laid him out on the bunk and washed hB face and hands and covering him up with blankets so that flies couldn’t get at him I saddled Xancy and went down to Green-hor- n for a few necessaries which could be procured from old man barley I told the old man what had happened and he raised his hands in and uttered for that tliar feller I believe” I took the letter and in a feminine hand as written “William H Hub-bar- d Greenhorn W yoming” After I got back to the cabin had fixed Bill for burial and dug his grave I picked up my “good book” and accidentally it opened at the parable of the prodigal son This little incident had a peculiar effect upon me and simultaneously I remembered the letter Taking it from my pocket I handled it a while hesitating as to what to do surprise “ There s a pink envelope here Vv with it I didn’t like to open a t |