The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1874-12-24
Selert Shrg.
A WOMAN'S HEART,
A Romance of Peruvian bar,

Peruvian bar reposed on the banks OF
gently flowing stream not wide or deep
enough to designate river, and conse-
quen.ly called a creek. 1t was a flour
ishing mining camp, having the reputa-
ton Of being the toughest bar in the
southern, mines" and the Adobe of the
worst characters in that section of the
country, place where "a man for break
fast" was no uncommon occurrence, and
where the sweet note of pistol" often
resounded. Under these circumstances,
the expression "Peruvan-bar' reposed,
may appear an anomaly; but it may be
understood that the time was early dawn,
and the "roughs" had not yet recovered
from the previous nights debauch. The
saloons, which are the principal places
of business in towns of this description,
were not yet open, and the milkman,
with his clanking cans, was only just
driving back from his ranch on the or.
royo. 1t was the morning ofthe "glori-
Gus Fourth, however, and the wild in
habitants of Peruvian bar cut their slum-
bers short. The warm rays ofthe morn
ing sun were only beginning to shoot
across Table Mountain down into the
verdure-clad valley in which the camp
day, when the main street begins to show
signs of life. The doors of the cabins
on the "hill side" opened, and tall, able
bodied specimens of humanity, wearing
red shirts, trampledthrogh the dew along
the narrow paths OF some Magnolia >
or Long Tom, in the town which had
now opened for the invigorating bever-
ages, dispensed across the counter by the
gentlemanly barkeeper, VIII appeared
in "bran new" linnen coat, cool and
refreshing to those who possessed the
"wherewith," whether coin or credit,
with which to purchase the beverages
aforesaid, and decidedly coolto the very
few who were known as chronic bum
mers" and "old beats" in Peruvian-bar
narlance. The residents of this model
camp turned out from cabin, hovel and
hotel-miners, gamblers, desperadoes
and horse thieves, (the latter decidedly
snb rosa, for it was greater crime to
steal a horse in Peruvian-bar than to kill
a mani all proceeding in one direction
and all for one object their natural
drink
Give us a cocktail, Ned, and don't
forget the lightning, three-hngers-no
more, no less-do you mind p was the
greeting which slight and rather good
looking young man addressed to the bar
tender Of the "Rihe" saloon as he enter
ed the place on the morning in ques-
ton.
"All right, Jack three fingers, eh !"
returned Ned, as he buised himself with
the mixture m
"Going to the races to-day, Nedf" ask
ed the young man.
Cant say, Jack; it all depends on the
old man. you know replied the bar
"0h he will not let you off; tell you
what, Ned, it's going to be the wicked
est run that Peruvia l-bar ever saw; you
can bet your life on that" exclaimed
Are you going to ride :" enquired
Ned. :: i, ,,,,
Should say was, slightly; and Ill
kill old Martel's horse or win the race,
because between you and me, Ned, I've
GOT big money bet on Fan. and | can't
afford to throw of, you know; so il you
want to bet on sure thing, just plug up
pool in the Fan claim.
"Oh, there is no doubt Of your win
ming the race, that is,provided that mare
from Peterson's don't bother you" an
swered Ned.
"Neyer mind that mare from Peterson's
and don't forget that Fan jumps like a
rabbit and runs like a deer" answered
The Young man as he drained his three
fingers" and returned his glass to the
counter.
That's so, she makes point every
time on those three first jumps Of hers,
replied miner standing by; and | am
going to bet pretty heavy on your animal
"You can't do better, my friend; there
;s nothing on the face Of the globe, ex
cent a Kentucky thoroughbred or an
Enol,sh racer, that can distance Marters
Fan in a square two mile run, answer
ed the Young man, with commendable
nT;de- for the good powers Of the animal
,ha, he was destined to ride that after
"What kind Of horse is this one that
is going to run against Fan :" asked the
miner.
i,Oh, some old plug from Peterson's
ranch that they call Flyer. Why she is
hardly more than foal, and she never
mn in a race before Oh, she won't be
nowhe eater Fan shows those ne shoes
ofher'sT
And the young man left the saloon:
y lack the MARQUIS, as be was familiar
" called in PeTuvian-bar. was genuine
Jockey. eouversant with every trick in
the profession. and if at all familiar with
The korse he rode, could almost invaTi-