The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1884-06-14

q darkey, rushing into the room
. rustic of crockery, "dis is with
~sec'terry!" ana he placed nea "r De
FoIger some eggs aud coffee MI.
side the window was a greater out.
than when the statue in from owd
set up last year. "as
"Something must be done.n s,,,
one of the bankers, 'or there's dsad
e of further trOuble-someths;4a>
to restore confidence" 'ug
1.-THE law does not provide for
taking any part in financial crisisa~u y
said the secretary, land, in fact
don't see as anything l can do viii
make any difference away. cm "ni
cali some more bonds and pay tbanua
of. but it will not meet the dificn,a
Uncle Rufus Hatch was Aroma
Wall street very thick, indesS1
"Now is the time to invest, boysn
he said; ''don't you forget | told Won
So, If you've got only 25 cents, mn,
it in, There's going to be more fo,'
tunes made during the next year.
don't you forget / told you so. WHY
Western Union, Uuion Pacific
Northern Pacific, cut right in two IN
middle-what are people thinking Of
Has the world gone crazy: Big for.
tunes for those that invest in any,.
thing at present prices. Don't Won
forget that Uncle Rufus told you sou
James r. Keene was on the streat
hut | did not see him. 1t was said
that he felt more clipper than he had
for a fortnight. l am told that he
said: | don't feel lonesome now.
feel as if I'd got home, as the young
fellow from Barnstable, travelling in
Italy, felt when they gave him a
smell of Goldfish"
This is a very bad day. said the
other.
II have seen better days" ey-
claimed Keene, and was swept along
by the tide.
This noon [ went again down to
Wall street. The fever had abated.
in fact, almost all the febriIe symp.
toms were gone. Th9 hurricane Of
yesterday had left a mere rufle on
the surface of the stock exchange
Just the tail OF d Storm Most Of
the active members were on hand.
The old incessant fum Was there, and
though it 0 now and then the
desperate yell of some pinched opera
tor, challenging a buyer or seller, but
on the whole the exchange was
serene.
called on three gentlemen to-day;
r. G.. Galloway, president of ihe Ele.
waited road; w. A. Camp, president
of the Clearinghouse association.
and Russell Sage, and they were ali
''at home.'
At his square table in the inner
room sat Mr.. Sage, checking oft
amounts III a little blank book in his
hand, and signing checks which
checks placed before him.
"Ah! How do you do. Lively
times these. Struck bottom. ! don't
know. l thought We had a good
while ago. Perhaps 1t is bottomless,
If it isn't, we struck bottom yester>
day. No! Here, John Bowman
must give a days notice. Me? Yes.
Pm paying out a good deal of money,
1t would surprise you to know how
much [ have paid out this week.
Here, is this all c%orrecl'.'
He smiled and seemed as calm as
ever, and the intervals of signing
checks he paused to eat an apple.
How's Mexico: | think it ought to
be settled by the Anglo-SaXon race;
it is so cool and SO mountainGus-
almost one solid mountain, isn't it,
Yes, these are right-l1, rs.
Work? Yes, / am receiving Jus
quite fast. | have lost something Of
curse; that is, if | were complete 10
Sill, but ! mean to keep my stock TIL
it strikes the old figures. O, there is
a tremendous power of recovery in
this country and we are getting
richer every day. Four thousand,
four hundred and forty-one-yes,
that's right. Here you are. Yes, it
does get a little mOnOtOnous.'
James r. Keene's Pluck.