Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1889-06-11
ON THE RIGHT TRACK.

earth! He shall not escape mer'
The tall, powerfully-built man,
attired in q suit of dark blue, who
Kissed these words through his SET
teeth stood in the shadow of a one
story coal house in a dark, noisome,
Philadelphia-like alley, and watched
with widely-staring eyes figure
moving slowly along down the Hong
Kong district of Clark street
The watcher was wide awake, and
the saloons had not yet closed for the
night
1t was evident he was not a police
man.
Emerging from the alley he fol-
lowed stealthily the object of his pur
suit, like q sleuth-hound on track of
its prey. Moving along in the shadow
of the buildings and hating now and
then, but never relaxing for one in
slant his eager watchfulness, he kept
his man in sight for nearly an hour.
Down Clark to Harrison, west on
Harrison to the river, across. the
bridge to Canal, up Canal to Monroe,
and westward on that street for many
and many a weary block moved this
singular-or rather plural-proces-
sion.
HE little thinks he is followed"
muttered the relentless pursuer. "Tn
shadow him to his lair now if it takes
till the next centenniair'
At last the man whom he was fol-
lowing halted at q modest dwelling,
opened the gate that afforded entrance
to the little yard in front, and as he
turned to close it his face, plainly Wis
ible in the glaro of street lamp close
by, was for one brief moment exposed
to the hawk-like gaze of the mysteri-
GUS pursucr in the dark blue suit, who
had crouched in the shadow of friend
ly Indian cigar sign across the way.
The next instant he had disappeared
within the house.
With u smothcrcd cry of exultation
the eager watcher took out a note
book and pencil and jotted down q
memorandum. His fingers trembled
with excitement.
II saw his facer' he said, in hys-
terical whisper. Il was not mistaken.
And now have his street and number
At last am on the trail. II he finds
out any thing about that mysterious
disappearance I'll know just where he
goes to get it. Ha! Atlast! At lastr'
He was q high-priced detective
shadowing q f1fteen-dollar q week
newspaper reporter to see if he could
find some clew to the latest mystery
at was battling the entire force
cago Tribune.
The Real Martha Washington.
Martha Washington, as we read of
her, was a good deal of a nonentity-
or, perhaps, we should say, merely an
addenda to the immortal George. Man
and wife are one is set forth in the
learning and wisdom of law made by
men tor their own advantage, and the
man Is the one. This was plainly true
as regards the Father of His Country.
He stands in history alone; she adds
nothing TO his name or fame. Like
many of the Queens of old, her name
appears in the history of the country,
not from personal talents or eminent
qualities. but simply as the rich widow
whom Washington married, and who
thenceforward sewed on his buttons
and managed the housekeeping at
Mount Vernon in true Southern shift
less style, If all the stories are to be
believed. Tradition has it that when
they lived at home they kept fifteen
COWS, and yet had to buy butter, and
that with a farm Of more than two
thousand acres and several hundred
slaves they could not make both ends
meet in the way of expenses But
still Martha was q very busy woman.
In her day women did not read and
but very few wrote It is doubtful,
says a recent biography, If she ever
read book through, for reading on
the part of women was considered
idling precious time away.--Pitts-
burgh Dispatch.