Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1883-09-29
rmREE MEN IN A BALLoos.
They Got Into It Separately and
All Fell Out Together.

They Got Into Is Separately and
ALI Fell Out Together.
We have run across q morsel Of innocent
gossip that is too good to be held in
monopoly. 1t all happened in Eureka,
but il you please you may lay the scene
elsewhere. This Is one of the licenses OF
fctionists, story %tellers. or, perhaps, liars.
1t 10 . heroic story without the ingredient
Of war. 1t is all about love-love all one
sided-but strong enough as indicated in
the headlines. to lift three stout gentle
men sweetly into the blue ETHEREAL sky
very high up. They had Q terrible fall,
for descent from such Q hight has to be
very gradual or else it hurts. That the
trio met with . precipitate and trying fall
is their own fault, as the sequel will show.
They were simply taken In their own net.
There is in this Base Range gulch, so for
bidding in its outward natural aspect, .
belle. We say . belle, for what fair young
woman may not be SO called? We should
rather say the belle, for we are telling this
story, and to our notion she IL belle par
excellence. Charming in figure, cultured
in mind, q~uick-witted and in every way
piquant. Withal she is keen in judging
human nature, self possessed, au fat in
all the ways Of polite society, and skilled
in delicately acting any role that the occa-
sion may suggest for her " amusement
or for the qualification Of others. Her
relish for fun, her sdroitness and
nicely OF management will appear as this
narrative proceeds. Three OF her numerous
admirers desired to get her photograph.
M Onppna zach uuonxo6 nna %ap hsnoo1f
alone. They called. This trio of young
gentlemen are much alike in two respects.
First as to figure and second as to their
fondness for the fair sex. How much
they differ In other respects is not essential
to the story. They had previously asked
for the lady's picture, and on the occasion
Of their present visit would, doubtless, as
each got q good chance. have renewed his
request. Shit saw an opportunity for Q
rich joke. She arranged q delightful tete-
a-tete with the beau who happened to be
next her in such q way as not to distract
the attention of the other two. In less
time than it takes to tell it. No. / had cap
tured and secreted the prize that he had
longed for so much. He got it, however,
under the injunction that he would never,
never mention it to No. 2 and No. 8. He
promised solemnly it should be SO. Soon
No. 2 was captured in another corner of
the parlor, and he swelled up to nearly
double his ordinary size, con%gratulating
himself on the conquest he had made
he alone, ip his mind. With q
tact and delicacy rarely ever seen,
she soon afterwards, in similar
manner, made No. 3 as happy - the
others Of the trio. The three were all
aglow. They were in ecstasies. Never
was an evening spent by visitors with more
pleasure. The gentlemen felt 80 buoysnt
when they left the hospitable mansion Of
the charmer that they almost spurned the
common ground. Each absorbed in his
own reflections, and busy constructing
castles in the air, they walked somewhat
apart, and but few words were exchanged.
Each was satisfied with himself, and per-
haps 10 natural ~conceit, you know, excusa-
BILE under the circumstanoes) felt himself
q notch or two above the rest. One OF
them, however, in the exuberance Of his
feelings, fairly bubbling over with him
self, invited the others to his bachelors
quarters. There, stretched on an easy
lounge, he lay for q while feeding on
his own sweet thoughts, and the
delicious words Of the charmer still
distinct in his ear, while the others sat
down and yawned as though they felt they
were almost too happy to live another
minute. At last No. /, on the lounge,
not able TO hold out any longer, exclaimed:
II am the chief, what do you think of
that 2" He had plucked out from his
bosom, just over the heart, the lady's
photograph, q lovely picture. And he
ven on to ask what kind Of q hairpin
they put him up for anyway. The scene
afterwards may be better imagined than
described. 1t ended in a catastrophe.
For q moment or two the air seemed filed
with beautiful pictures. They all got up
and pranced. and an outsider peering in
might have thought from the energy Of
the gesticulations that prevailed that the
air was alive with razors instead of three
mere pasteboards mirroring forth one
sweet face. As q grand finale they passed
the gin bottle around and sang in chorus:
'Who is the hairpin, now?"