The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-10-03

know you were already located mere.
What do you call your claim"
Bill" replied the stranger.
"Bill?" calculated Clark. That's a
curious name for mine, isn't it?'
"Oh, not so very queer" retorted the
new arrival with curious asp Gritty.
That's what every one calls him.
calls him?" echoed Clark with a
dazed look.
Yes my claim is Bill Anderson the
boss of the Bonanza lead, and tEese
overalls and the axe are for him. Me
and Bill were married over III Butte
City yesterday. I wear mems togs just
to keep the boys from commentln
about me-" added the disguised btice,
as she watched Clark scanning her
from head to foot.
THAT is the only time ever mis-
took one of the gentler sex tor nan,
adds Senator Clark with Il tWinkle, as
he tells the story to-day; "but she was
a marvel"
Buying n Fortune Under Protest.
After Clark had bought his first mine
at Butte he worked it for :. short ij!2e,
until he found that it contained neither
gold nor silver. The ore was refractory
and no one knew what should be done
with it. He had been deceived, ana ne
had allowed his claim to lie idle for
many months. Clark thought the NINE
had been grossly misrepresented, and
he thirsted for revenge upon the men
who sold it to him and who fed the
country Immediately afterward. One day
an old miner came into Clark's store
and after the usual greetings said:
Say, pardner. they tell me you own
that hole in the ground over there that
they call Clark's Colusa?"
"Well. guess l do" replied Clark.
II was over there this morning;
found everything shet down and nobody
round. Just out o curiosity l dropped
down in the hole and took look about.
That's great mine you've got, pardner.
Whv amt you workin' it?'
Say. look here, stranger said Clark.
81 know the boys have put you up
to joking me. It's on me. I'll treat. I
was played for a tenderfoot-paid big
price for the mine. I'll admit. Then the
fellows skipped the camp, and now
there's not an ounce of gold or silver
in the darned old thing"
Gold or silver?" exclaimed the OLD
miner. jumping down from his seat on
the store counter. "Shootin' Jehose-
phat, man! That's copper mine!
There hain't no gold nor silver there,
but there's Is per cent of copper, and
it's worth fortune!'
The Millions Begin to Grow.
Out of his first mine. piece, of
ground 175 feet long and IS feet wide,
Clark. in the next two years. took out
over 10000, 900 pounds of copper. and
with the profit it yielded laid the foun-
dation of his present enormous wealth.
The mine is running to-day and is one
of the most productive and best-oper-
ated mines in the world. This story ac-
counts for and explains the common
expression in the West, of "Clark's
luck"
To whatever extent the copper king
has been aided by good fortune, he has
never depended upon his proverbial
luck for the attainment of riches. He
works as hard and as untiringly as
any miner in his employ. He is at his
desk at o'clock every morning, and.
with the exception of a brief interval
for luncheon at midday. he remains
there until o'clock at night.
Not so long ago prominent Wash
ington speculator journeyed out to
Montana to consummate big business
deal Everything depended upon Mr..
Clarks acquiescence to the proposed
plans of the deal.
In his office sat a man in miner $
shirt and blue jeans. OF course the
man was the Copper King, and he was
working as men work who have much