Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-08-09

| truck driver who was staggering
down Front street the other day with
| a long rung In his hand accidently put
the end OF the rung through q window
| of the bar-room of the Miners Arms,
the Front street resort of western
miners when in this city. The jingling
| glass startled group of men who
were sitting in one corner, and they
gathered around while the bartender
collected the price of the broken glass
from the ,ruckman. Then Archie
Mclean, a slender young fellow who
had recently arrived from Arizona,
said:
Say. yer lights are no good. Yer
should see the lights as is used in New
Mexico jist bcyent the Panhandle.
whats into emp" said tho bar.
tender.
'Do you mind Buck Hardngp Buck
has gone clean back on mining, and is
running ranch on the trail up on the
north branch Of the Red. Say, Bucks
just coming wealth selling juice to the
cowboys and Indians. They don't
none of them try to clean out Bucks
ranch, cause Bucks a rustler. It's the
lights what he's got into his caboose
what | was mentioning to you Now,
whar do you think he corralcd them
lightsP'
Are they way upP"
well. now you just bet your boots
they're way up. Didn't tell ye Buck
was u rustIcr! Say, them lights is
four feet by five, and he has three on
'em into one end of the caboose aud
four under the piazzy."
Hauled 'em all the way from Kan
sas City, | reckon" said the bartender.
kansas City be blowed! They'd
cost 5000, maybe $4,000, to bring
'em from Kansas City, and these ere
never cost Buck one boomin' ounce OF
dust They didn't cost him nothin'.
He dug 'em outen the bank of the riv-
er, not morc'n fifteen mile from the ca
boose."
The bartender laughed and the rest
joined him. Archie showed his soft hat
back on his head, and said angrily:
Say, you galoots think I'm a liar.
Ef don't prove what say, III Ticker
the crowd. Gimme my sarytogy."
The bartender tished wedge-shaped
sachel made of brilliant carpeting out
from locker behind the bar, and
placed it on bench. While the crowd
looked on, Archie brought out from
the middle of lot of blue overalls and
flannel shirts a bundle about six inches
square aud an inch thick. He at once
began unwrapping the pieces of news
paper that covered it, and when he had
removed eleven wrappers ho held in
his hand what seemed to be piece Of
glass, very clear, but with faint yell
low tinge. The edges, however, show
ed that it was not glass.
What do you call that?' said Archie.
IL got that outen the place where
buck got hiscn. The bluffs is q hum
dred feet high, and cropping outen the
middle of them is layers of this ere
natteral glass rs would cover the whole
of New York and never shut out
glim of the blooming light of the sun.
What do you call it if it isn't natteral
glass?"
Its gypsum" said an old gentle
man, who had adjusted a pair Of spec
tacles over his nose while examining
the specimen of natural glass. Archie
is right. ! have heard that on the
three branches of the Red river there
are large deposits of gypsum. Some
of it is pure sclenite, or the alabaster
OF the poet and song-wrter. Buck
probably was not aware of the fact,
but the palaces of ancient Minerva and
of Rome and Greece had sheets of gyp-
sum in place of French plate glass in
| their windows. 1t is rare that such
beautiful specimens as Archie tells
about can be found. but there is no
| doubt that they exist in vast quantities
in the unsettled regions from which
this came"
The bartender appeared to be dis
concerted for moment. Then he
frightened up.
Boys, Archie has got it on to me-"
he said, and passed out Il big bottle
with yellow liquid in it, and placed u
row of tum Dlers beside it.-Ee,o York
Sun.