Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-11-16

Is Profitable Business IL they Only Run
the Right Way.

From the Atlanta Constitution.
solve me ticket to Cocolalla," said sum-
burned, roughly-dressed man to Ticket Agent
Mann, as he stepped up to the counter Of his
Kimball house Office yesterday morning.
"what did you say2" said Mr.. Mann, a. he
wiped the mildew from his eyeglasses.
"Cocolalla," said
where is that? Never heard Of that place
before" and the ticket agent looked SUSPECT
ously at his customer, wondering il there
wasn't new joke in circulation.
"Cocolalla2 Why, Cocolalla is on the North
ern Pacific, about 800 miles from st. Paul
Tvs where I leave the railroad to 60 to my
mines in the Ceur d'Alene mountains
| "Oh, all right; can fx You now" said Mr..
Mann, and 1t was but the work Of moment
Tor hum to fix the yard-long coupon pasteboard
that will give his customer railroad Transports
| ton to his far-of western home.
reporter witnessed the little incident, and
a. the stranger pocketed his ticket to Cocolalla
IN the attractive company Of q roll Of bills that
| wouio nave made any newspaper man wealthy,
he introduced himself and asked leading
question about the land Of Cocolalla.
| 'Fm going back there to look after mine !
found six years ago. It's in the Cqur d'4uene
| mountains, about rs miles away from the rail-
road. My names Wilson, and my partner,
| whose name is Gilker-he's Pennsylvania
1
wrote me that he's had chance to sell it for
| our price,"
"How much is that, Mr.. Wilson,"
1.-TWO hundred thousand" was the careless
answer, and as the reporter was trying to catch
| his breath Mr.. Wilson continued:
We'll, now, tell you that's been pretty
| lucky strike for us two fellers. In the summer
! OF 81 Gilker and was working in the Anaconda
smelter, at Butte City, in Montana. We was
making regular wages and doing tolerably we'll
dov 20 n A.. l..
the Ceur d'Alene, Bill 1 told him we'd Bet
ter stay where we was but thought about it a
| good deal, just the same. So long bout the
| LIST OF August says to Gilker: IN go with you
and well try our luck We started, and every
train we met this side of Thompson's Falls was
| crowded full of fellers who'd been prospectin'
in the C9ur d'Alene all summer, and every one
OF 'em was broke. They all told us 'twant no
use to go thar, an was feelin' pretty blue an
wanted to go back, but Gilker says let's 90 on
anyway; we've got our ticket: So we went on,
an it cost us bout all we had to get our pros
pectin' outfit packed in. We tramped over the
hills for nigh two weeks an our grub was get
! tin low. told Gilker when the grub give out
was going to strike for home. But It didn't
give out for one day we found a pocket a
regular lump of gold, an we followed it up till
we struck the vein"
rs thst the PrSpery your partner says he
eyes. But didn't tell you how we came to
sulke IL. One DAY me and G1lker was smoking
after eatin' what we called supper an talkin'
bout the id country, when all of sudden
a jack rabbit run past us. He'd got hurt some
how and was limpin' along, and Gilker started
after him. He never caught the jack, but he
did fall down in a gully that was growed up
with mountain sage as tall az your head, and in
kickin' around down thar a tryin' to get out he
loosened some of the rock, and thar was gold
under every stone. He yelled to me to come
thar, and we lit candle; twas most dark
there, and got up two or three gold chunks.
We carried 'em to our tent an pounded them
out an knew by the time we got too tired to
work out any more of it that we had got some
thing rich in sight. Next morning we was
down thar in that gully by daylight an from
that day to this we've just been gettin' rich
What are you doing down in this part of the
country, Mr.. Wilson,
my folks live over here in Alabama, near
Selma, an I've been down thar bout two weeks
gettin' 'quainted. hain't been thar in twelve
year before, an now I'm .goin to 60 to Mon
tana, sell out, an come back to this part of the
country to live
And Mr.. Wilson, halloween of a 5000, 900
mine, with pleasant smile and grip that Sui
Ivan would admire, shook hands and said good
day. There is a fortune in chasing jack rab-
blts-if they run the right way.