The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1886-12-23

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The following pretty bit OF writing is
by Mrs. Olive Ennis, formerly Of this
city, q lady whose talents have given her
. prominent reputation. Some Of her
allusions will be recognized by Highland
county readers. She writes:
I saw recently query In the mining
columns Of daily newspaper: "what
would these millioneires do with their
money!" til lat a
l have seen all the various stages OF
the mine fever. Away back in 40 I was
a wee bit OF girl, supposedly too young
to know anything but doll babies, and to
hear nothing save fairy tales and bear
stories, but the departure OF Farmer Van
Wrinkles son for California was an epoch
in our quiet old county, and "Pete Van
Winkle" became one of the heroes Of
my childish day dreams. Occasionally
would hear dear old Aunt Eve, his
mother, tell of "Weldon's 's"-Peter We'll
don was this ArRonaut's name--Monte
Cristo adventures, and expected daily
to see him return on white ass, and was
prepared to wave any green twig. in lieu
of palm branch, before his triumphal
entry into old New Market.
Many years after saw this wandering
knight. He had not brought back the
golden fleece, nor had he found even a
golden apple but suppose he had an
experience which offset any lack OF lucre
in the eyes of the simple country folks.
From time to time since then I have
seen the miner in all his glory and all
his tatters. have seen him come down
from Los Cerillos, flushed with the VIC
tory of placer mining, and listened to
his Alladin tales; have had him present
me with 500 shares of the Bay State Min.
ing Co., OF Pinos Altos, where the Gov
eminent kept 100 soldiers to scare off the
Navajoes from twenty prospectors, and
with flourish OF importance BETTING
the fortune I was supposed to be receiv-
ing; have seen him come down from the
Apache range, black skinned, hollow.
eyed and starving from starvation and
bleeding from many an arrow wound in.
aicted by resentful Apaches; have seen
him with eyes aglow and heard him with
eloquent tongue, telling of q pocket over
in Ell Sangre de Christie range, the while
every word was beating knell over
lying woman's broken heart have seen
him and heard him and known him out
in the Businesses of the grand, eternal
hills, in the dimples of the lowlands.
and in cities; and in all my knowledge
of him, he usually had no money to
spend.
have seen Denver when pay.dirt
was struck up among the carbonates;
have seen Leadville when the lightest
air was too heavy for Tabor and Sullivan,
and from afar heard Senator Tom Bow
ems Commanche yell when they struck
gold down at Del Norte.
But st. Louis stockholders are like
none of these, nor is their wealth, so far
rs seen, put to such use as is that Of the
Westerner. There is sad story con.
nected with one of its present gold kings.
Less than two years ago he was down to
the tailings, pecuniarily, and desperate
enough for any move to help him out.
He came to St. Louis and haunted Third
street in vain effort to dispose of hia
stock. He was not q pretty fellow, NO
more will he be il he gets halo, feather
wings and golden slippers but he, by
some means, was introduced to q passe
belle of reasonable good family-one of
les mouveau riches, however-and snug
fortune. Here was his opportunity. He
improved it; he courted, he married the
passe belle, and her happy ps silded
over the acute angles and aggressive
joints of the withered daughter with
much precious metal. The wired order
TO stop work on the lode was rescinded,
and the auriferous Rufus of the far West
went In heavy for good time.
One day Nessus left his shirt outside
and Rufus put 1t on. It was the day
that the toilers in the heart of the stony
mountains "struck it rich" Heavens!
what blow to Rufus! A few weeks
ago poor and bachelor; a few weeks
more q millionaire and riyeted indissol-
ubly to shadow Of shade Of bygone
age. O, tempora! o, mores o, hadesl
Millionaire in q few weeks more, and
ever, ever at his side, in his widest day
dreams, in his night visions, ever, ever,
that amber-haired passs belle. I don't
know what this especial rich miner Is
going TO do with his money, but dare
swear he'd give neat pile of it to free
himself from the golden collar he forged
tor himself, and the chain by which he
is led ronnd by the qusndom belle.
We have heard many Of our old friends ~
that Salvation OIL cured them OF rhsumatisw.
choss who have not tried Il shoulA do 20. Our
druggists sell y for twenty-five cents bott's
all the time. ~
Why suffer- With bad cold when one bottl.