The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1890-04-03

sinners a chance. Notwithstanding
their absence. there were thousands
there who will see the camel psss
through the needles eyes before they
get by st. Peter at the gate. 1t is
wicked thought. | know, but some.
times | wish | was one of those fel
lows, for whom St. Peter is constantly
keeping his weather eye open.
News comes to us from across the
sea that Scoville, the tenor, who mar.
ried Puggy Roosevelt, has developed
into plunger at Monte Carlo, and
has busted all the banks, some say
for six thousand dollars and others
Tor guartes Of milli9n. | remembef
Scoville several years aga as the f,vor-
ite terror of fashionable up town
Episcopal church, at which the late
Judge Roosevelt was regular attend.
ant, aud, if | mistake not, one of the
vestry. His only daughter, Puggy,
as she was affectionately called. was
not blessed with what the world calls
beauty. but she had many lacs of ru-
pees which more than compensated for
the absence of feminine attractions.
Seoyille was one of those church sing.
ers who, having fine voice and an
agreeable presence, travelled on his
shape. Puggy fell desperately in
love with him, aud he fell desperately
in love with Pusgy's millions. They
went to Europe ostensibly to perfect
Scoville's musical educatio,, but if the
late accounts be true, he is more likely
to distinguish himself as gambler
than a tenor. Mrs Scoville. nee Miss
Roosevelt, is good wife aud an afec-
tionate mother, devoted TO her two
really beautiful children. Let us hope
that the reports are not true. Mr.
Scoviile has money enough and has no
need 10 gamble. If lie has done so.
the best thiag. he can do is to cry n
halt. Few men ever get rich at gam
bling. and If they do. it is always at
the price Of somebody else's ruin. To
the righs-about-fsce,s Mr.. Scoville let
Mouto Carlo alone, aud devote your.
self To the cultivation of your voice,
to your wife and your babies You
may not win fame AS u plunger that
way, but you will live and die an hon.
est man, which you never can do by
bucking tl.e tiger at Mnnto Carlo.
Last week in Brooklyn widow by
the name of Bolies, fat, fair and fifty
SIX, WAS married to youth who is
serving on the schoolship, aged nine.
teen. No sooner was it known abroad
that the marriage had actually taken
place than the whole neighborhood
was in an upraar. Gossips with their
hands rolled under their aprons,
stood on the coroners of the streets
and canvassed the matter as it a cy.
clone had swept the town. or dam
had bursted; men congregated in the
| saloons, and over their beer and
whiskey grew indignant at what they
were pleased to call an outrage. 1t is
true that the gay widow had two sons
older than her husband, and that the
sons were going to kick up a row about
it, but what of thatl She loved her
sailor boy aud he loved her. There
was not only slight discrepancy of
thirty-seven years in their ages, but
quite a difference in theii avoirdupois,
she tipping the beam at two hundred
and thirty five, and he at one hundred
and twenty six, but Mrs. Bolles says
he has not yet got his growth; let us
hope so, that at least the difference
may be equalized. 1t is only few
months ago since one of the wealthicst
merchants in this city, aged sixiy-four,
led to the alter a charming young
bride, whose age was eighteen.
Sitting in the pews were three Of his
daughters, the eldest thirty and the
youngest twenty. five and a son 36, with
four grandchildren. Nobody kicked
up row there The girls father gave
her way, and her brothers and sisters
her God-speed, and everybody ap-
peared to think that she had done ex-
ceedinglv well, for he was rich and she
was poor, but her face was her for.
tune. That was clear case of bar.
gain and sale. If the man had not
had money and position and fino
house, the girl would not have looked
at him. But Mrs. Bolles' was a gen.
uine love match. When Mr.. Bolles
was on his way to the happy hunting
grounds ten years ago, as the end
drew near. he Looked nm and said