The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1877-01-20

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Our friend Joe Nelson, who has re-
Gently received the appointment Of Un-
der Sheriff, is genial gentleman, and
by all odds the best story-teller in the
State. We have known Joe for a good
many ycars, and in all his wanderings,
whether as a drug clerk in New York,
bearded miner in South Africa, hotel
clerk in Virginia City, or saloon-keeper
on Parks Bar in 40, he was always the
same jovial. good fellow. In early times
in California Joe was running popular
saloon on Parks Bar, and Kettle. Belly
Brown. famous in the annals of the
Comstock and the original Of Mark
Twain's Scotty Briggs. was also dcni-
zen OF tha. locality. Business was lively
for the placers we're rich, and X. B.
thought be saw chance for specula-
ton, and applied to Joe for corner in
the saloon to establish an oyster stand,
which privilege was granted. X. B.
entered into partnership with one Smith,
the popular Constable at the Bar, and
the concern started on the high road to
prosperity.
THE OUTFIT CONSISTED
OF one brass kettle and stove, two dozen
SOUP plates, knives, forks, ETC., and q
counter improvised from plank and two
barrels. All the canned oysters were
bought up, and, when served up re-
tailed at dollar o plate. There was
millions in it," and K. B. laded out the
stews with much satisfaction beaming
from his forid countenance, but with q
canker eating at his heart, and his part.
ner was the cause Of it. Poor Smith,
like all great men. had weakness, and
gentle woman was his failing. In the
excess of his gallantry he "set up" the
oysters whenever their delicate appetites
demanded them, and, in settling for
them, fell back on his half interest in the
concern by remarkiug:
"Them's mine."
The thing was growing very monoto-
nous, and X. B. demonstrated with his
partner, who promised to restrict his
liberality. One evening, after good
run of custom, Brown was pensively
stirring the contents of the kettle and
reckoning up the receipts, when party
came in and ranged up to the counter
There were three high.toned sports, foul
ladies' of the Bret Harte type and
Smith. X. B., supposing some of the
boys
HAD MADE WINNING
And was treating on the strength OF it
deftly arranged eight plates OF stsws il
front Of the crowd. 1t was a fesrfu
draft on the contents of the kettle, bu
eight dollars cash was six dollars profit
thought Brown, as he passed the pickles
to lady, and blandly asked Smith if b,
would have little pepper sauce in his
Wine was called for and procured at tht
bar, the stand being responsible for it
and the bar-keeper said Arkansas Dicl
''must have struck the right card.
Brown did not know, but rushed bacl
with the wine, which soon followed tn
oysters, and the repast was over. Th
guests slowly filed out, the rear brough
up by Smith, who remarked to his part
ner,
"THEM's MINE, BROWN"
II was too much. Overcome wit
rage, Brown seized an ak. and with on
fell blow demolished the brass kettle
scattering the stew in all directions, an
shouting, That's minep Anothe
sweep of the Ak, and the soup plate
were total wreck. "Them's mine!
Once more the ak descended, and th
counter was kindling wood. THAT
mine!" rung out on the air, and q
Smith reached the door the ak. propelle
by his partners vigorous arm, shave
off his left ear, in which fingered the CT
Of Oh your heart that is min,
tool" That is what bursted up the oy
ter stand on Parks Bar.