The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-12-06

had some fine ones, and Pine Gulch
was making money faster then than
the New York people, who only got the
interest that the Pine Gulch folks
paid
Charles W. East, who had made
fortune in Athens. or Sparta, or some
other town with classic name. and
who had more money than he could
burn in that effete community with
out arousing the ire of the health de-
partment by its fumes, came West TO
visit his nephew, who was a resident
of Pine Gulch.
Col. East had been a conductor on
the crookedest road in the East; that
is, the track was crooked. No ref1ec-
ton implied on the conductors. Col.
East, when he quit running trains,
came to Pine Gulch and established
what g. great many people there
thought the town needed-a buffet for
the distribution of plain and fancy
liquors, known in those democratic
days as saloon. The place was a
popular success, but eventually Pine
Gulch was invaded by lot of thrifty
but Puritanical New Englanders, who
looked askance at the evils of the sa-
loon business and ruled their proprie-
tors out Of the society which they had
wrested from the grasp Of the original
founders. So Col. East blew the sa-
loon. and bought hotel with bar"
bigger than his original saloon.
Fortune smiled, and he did not re-
gret the day when he passed in his
brass buttons to the storekeeper of the
road, and rang up the last fare on his
bell punch. The green band that had
shaded hiss face from the rays of his
night lantern was no softer on the eyes
than was the roseate tinge with which
prosperity shone from the myriad jets
of his new hotel.
Then came his uncle. This was a
really and truly uncle, and not one of
those who uses three balls for game
that is more expensive than billiards.
The uncle picked out a pair Of fine cor
ners in Pine Gulch. and priced them
just about as you'd price tin donkey
or doll that squeaked when going
home the night before Christmas. And
he presented it to the nephew with the
same sangfroid.
million dollar hotel with sang froid,
although really the million is harder 10
get than the sang frOid. Uncle Charley
died before the monstrous pile was fin
1Shed, but he left the cash to finish X.
and when it was done. the nephew
moved into it with eclat and new furni-
tNre and Pine Gulcal had a day of
rejoicing such as it had never seen
before, and has only dared to essay
once Or twice since in moments of in
tense popular enthusiasm.
The colonel invited all the prominent
citizens to sit at his festive board. and
they all allowed that it was, perhaps
the beZo chuck in the finest tavern
they'd ever sat down ter since they
left 'daown East" 1t was a proud day
for the colonel. It cost bit. but he
figured that the travelling public would
give it all back to him in a little while
But Pine Gulch was then somewhat
OFF the regular line of march Of the
real swell drummers from the East
end the Chicago drunaners could hard
IL stand the game that far back. Their
the bottom fell outo of the Pine GuIcl
real estate market. and, If far sighted
Uncle East had not built his founda.
lions far below that. he would not ever
have had frontage.
However, the hotel polxed along. Tht
>foloneTs old friends from Pennsyl
vanfa avenue used to drop in Wher
they struck town, take one glance q