The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1906-06-03

ever seen. Well, sir, that lone miner
had opened up q big vein OF the stuff
and the mine today is one of the great
est producers In Arizona. while Jim
Lindsay is worth $4,000. 900 If he's worth
a cent"
How about the other stockholders ?"
asked the red-headed man I'm the cor
ner.
"Oh. they got every cent that was
coming to them. Jim'S honest when he
can afford it, and those people back In
Massachusetts think he's the greatest
man on earth but it is the purest case
of bull luck I ever saw"
Yes" said tho man who looked like
a Harvard professor, but was really q
Los Angeles real estate dealer. Yes,
many people say there's no such thing
as luck, but no really observing man
can deny the fact that fortune doesn't I
always use good Judgment In bestowing
her favors Some folks say that the in
dividuals VIC call lucky have just a lit
tie more foresight or energy or some
other highly desirable quality than the
rest of us, and that thelr luck is no
more nor less than their legitimate re-
ward. but that's all poppy-cock. En-
amples of pure and undeserVed luck
have been piling up ever since our dad
dies lived high up in the cocoanut
trees"
For instance" suggested the red
headed man In the corner.
For instanco?" repeated the real es-
tate man. We'll, 1 had no particular
illustration I'll tell you the story of
Timothy Dexter. 1t happened a long
time ago, but It's none the less true and
none the less to the point. Timothy
was a Boston man, but illiterate. That
sounds like a paradox, but I'll venture
to say that there are people living In
Boston today who know absolutely
nothing about the nebular hypothesis
Timothy couldn't tell A from u and he
knew as little about the world outside
OF New England as he did about Cae-
sar'S commentaries. But he was q
shrewd trader and somehow or another
the fateS and the seasons seemed to
stand like messenger boys with their
hands to their caps waiting for him
TO give orders. Everything he looked
at turned into money, and of course he
got rich. One night a Wag came to
Timothy and with a great show of Sc
crecy Informed him that there was
pressing demand for red flannel vests
and warming pans in Cuba, and a for
tune could be made II a cargo of these
New England necessities of life could
be shipped to them at once. Timothy
hadn't the remotest idea where Cube
was and knew still less about It's eli
mate, but the project looked good to
HIM and without saying a word to any
body he proceeded to buy up all the red
flannel vests and warming pans In
sight Then he chartered a schooner
and loaded it to the guards. The skip
per was also a Yankee, but he had been
all over the world of water and knew
Cuba like a book. He tried to make
Timothy understand the situation. but
the old man wouldn't listen to reason
and swore by all the rocks in New Eng
land that the schooner would carry
that cargo of flannel vests and warm
ing pans to Cuba or founder on the
way, So the skipper shut his teeth
hard and sailed away. And now this
is where luck stepped In for Timothy
The schooner reached Havana all right
and while the skipper was wandering
around trying TO see clear way out
of his fools errand he chanced to meet
a Norwegian captain who had been In
the harbor for weelN trying to dispose
OF a cargo OF pine timber from his ma
tive land. Something or other had
happened to the man TO whom the lum-
ber had been shipped. and nobody else
seemed to be looking for Norwegian
pine at any price. But the New Eng
land skipper happened to know that