The Portland daily press., 1880-07-22
brooklyn Eagle.l
Hunting For a Market,

81 say, stranger, you wouldn't like to put "a
little money out at four hundred thousand per
cent. interest, would you?" asked seedy look
ing customer, edging his way through crowd
of advertisers to the cashiers desk in the
Eagle counting room, yesterday
II don't know" replied the cashier, eyeing
him suspiciously; "what have you got?''
"Got! What have 1 got9 I've got the
deepest, widest, straightest ledge in the Terri
tory of Colorado"
"Tm not buying any mining stock, said the
cashier, running up column of figures.
Fright you ain't" calculated the million
aire. "Leastways you amt buying any stock
in my mine, cause it amt for sale. Iwouldn't
part with half share in that ledge for all the
money a cooper could barrel in eight years.
But I've got some quartz here that's going to
make your eyes bile over when you see it. Be
careful how you look now seen seven men
fairly blinded by this chunk O. wealth before
nine o'clock this morning. Just throw your
hand to your forehead, SOS to kind O. shade
your squints while l turn one end loose See
this now'' And he turned back the paper
around piece of limestone and let it project
slowly. Are you gettin accustomed to it,
pardner? Think you dare take a wink at the
whole racket? See the silver glisten all along
here? That's the dirt I'm diggin' and / m go
ing to let you have this stuff economical.
You can get this corner lot away from me for
iour hundred dollars. / was offered thous-
and, but I've saved it for you. stranger, cause
/ knowed you was a deservin young man."
"Where'd you find that dornick?'' asked
the cashier, contemptuously.
"Outen my ledge right in the Territory of
Colorado. Amt she a handsome piece of gilt?
Look at them speckles, stranger; let your
lashes rest on them speckles of future wealth
and ambition gratifed, and then reason TO
yourself that you're goin' to get it for four
hundred dollars"
Don't want it," responded the cashier
carelessly, hunting through his figures for an
error.
''She pans out $4,000 ounces to the ton.
eighteen hundred dollars to the ounce. Would
you please cal'late that for me in money,
stranger? / have been fgerin' so much that
lost all run of these small amounts"
'Sixty-four million eight hundred thousand
dollars" replied the cashier
''Jist so. And this yere'quarter section of
rollin' in luxury, what do you estimate it's
weight?'
six or eight pounds" said the cashier eye
ing the rock.
''Never mind pound or two, call it six"
ounces. That would make this lump of hu-
man happiness worth q hundred and fifty odd
thousand. Gimme seventy-tive dollars?"
''Oh go throw it away" said the cashier.
~ don't want it at ALL
'1'm tired carrying it around" observed the
seedy man. 1--WE got so much of this key to
bliss that don't mind partin' with it cheap.
Say four dolars!"
'Get out, will you? can't bother with you
any more. l don't want your cobblestone at
any price," calculated the exasperated cashier.
Say, stranger" pleaded the seedy man
after moments pause, Il want TO step up
street ana pay the mortgage off the church my
poor old stepmother goes to. Could you lock
this round on the ladder to accomplish homes