The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-01-02
GOLD FACTORY CLOSED.
Mysterious Silence Reigns. at Brice's
Anthony Shop.

Chicago News: A disappointing at
mosphere of inanition enshrouds the
once busily drumming gold factory at
Lowe avenue and Thirty ninth street.
The slender chimneys from whose lofty
wide mouthed tops writhed forth dense
clouds of smoke poison the air no lon
ger with their noisOme gas-laden out
put; the great length of black pipe
pursuing its sinuous way about the
high-fenced, waste-cluttered yard has
begun TO turn d light brown with the
ravages of the weather-f fastened rust;
no more the high, dingy red s2ck-house
wherein was collected the ore-laden
dust breathes vaporous clouds and the
white wraith-like sacks within flap
their collapsed sides dismally, striking
against the resonant sheet-irOn pipes
as if beating a dirge TO their departed
usefulness.
Silence, enigmatical, weird and mys-
FERROUS, has oVerpoWered the roaring
furnaces and throbbing engines. No
longer can be heard the loud, rever-
berant changing of the furnaces fire
imprisoned doors: the CHEEKY whizz
and Whirr of the draft fans; the thun-
dering crash and grooming of the la
boring machinery: and the eerie Shrek
ings of the echoes racing wildly amid
the black smoke and ge-srimed raft
ers of the great bare loft. But Tor
single pipe putting tiny Unread OF
steam no outward sign of busy occu-
pancy is apparent.
Crowds used to come out here to
view the place. aid d man who passes
the buildings dal..1, but they come no
more People aWe-stricken and Won
dering- were wont to steal up to
the windows under the concealing pro-
lection of the night and peer through,
endeavoring TO catch glimpseS OF the
clusters gathered on the street corners
and about the tables in the neighbor-
ing saloons, discussing the affair with
all the animation lent by the enticing
optimism Of hope. But they are gone.
The dream seems to have faded to an
indistinguishab blur and faded out;
the vision of a great four-horse truck
laden until every bolt and spring
screeched, with the pigs Of the bright
yellow ore, and numbering along the
street, scatter the precious hunks like
an overloaded coal wagon, has wasted
into the prosy reality of decrepit
one-horse ramshackly ash wagon cart
ing away uninteresting debris. Hope
has given way to jeers. Vague posi-
bilities still entertained by adventurous
spirits are treated with derision, and
the gold making seems to have gone
the way of Ponce de Icons Florida
bower-hid spring"
At the factory this black view of
things seemed not to be held, and it
was announced that Mr.. Brice was so
pressingly busy that he could not be
seen. The doors were tightly closed
and placarded with the familiar infor-
nation that admittance was denied
Without, naught could be seen. The
windows were curtained with the thick
shades, and the only sign of life was
a coal wagon numbering slowly out of
the yard.
The 'I-told-you-so'' man was ramp
ant, and pointed out that the following
modest little advertisement has ap-
peared often of late, alternating with
the pronunciamento of gold stock sell
ing Mr. Lamoreaux:
FOR SALE-A FEW SHARES OF
the National Metallurgical company
stock. Address - -"
Now" said one of "a questioning turn
of mind, the gold factory may have
something up its sleeve, and it may
turn out all right but for my part I'd
sooner $4,000 grubstake a consumptive
apoplectic bound for Dawson City in
the dead of winter, than take stock in
that advertisement"
This factory has not shut down."
said Mr.. Brice, who was interviewed
later, NOR is it going to shut down.