The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-04-01
TAILOR LODGED
 A GOLDEN SHOWER Had Fortune in Mining Stock,
 but Sold Too Soon SHARES ONCE IN BARREL Bought Them Originally From a Gam bier, Who Wanted $50 for the
 Gaming Table-Tae of
 Arid Arizona.
SHARES ONCE IN BARREL

Tucson, Ariz., Saturday, l Schoensteln. tailor at Tucson, is lucky and unluclSy man.s He is lucky in that he made small investment in mining stock and received five thousand per cent on his investment, He is unlucky in that he might have realized fifty thousand per cent in his venture if he had held on I longer.
 He regrets that he lost s25oOO which was ready to fall into his pocket He is not ageing however, worrying over his ill luck in that respect.
 Tt was gamble. The skies were cloudy all the time. I put my umbrella up too soon--kept off the golden shower" was the way he put it.
 q rejoice that I helped contribute to the fortune of Charles M. Sehwab, the steel magnate He needs the money. He no longer needs his steel job, but he might wake up some morning without the price of breakfast"
 Schwab, through an agent, bought Schoensteins stock three weeks ago. It was Tonopah Extension. The price had was s1 a share. Three weeks later, it is said, Schwab sold his stock for $11.5O a share. Press dispatches stated that he cleaned np a tidy sum aggregating $l'- 300, ,OO0
 A little more than year ago Schoen- stein like hundreds of others, crossed Death Valley to Tonopah attracted by the lure of the hidden gold in the Hand of death. He carried with him his scis- sors and goose. He expected to find gold, to become wealthy, but he did not desire to starve while on the search. So he took along his tailoring implements and opened a shop.
 "Bullfrog is not dressy town and the tailor business was not rushing" he re- marked During much of the year blue shirts and pair of overalls are the con- ventlonal garb. There was not much for a poor tailor.
 "One day last May a broken gambler came into my shop. He was blear eyed and shaky after night at the tables, and broke, but the lust of the game was still In his blood, and he wanted to play more.
 Bilr-he knew me well; anyway, first names go in Tonopah-'Bill,' he remarked Here's a bunch of TonoDah Extension Give me fifty bones and it's yours
 My whole capital was $S0, but I decided to buy. l gave him the money and bought round of drinks, which cost $2 more. As we had the round I was the butt of many jokes of being a sucker The gam bier went immediately to the table and lost the money I pulled freight and went to San Francisco.
 In the Pacific metropolis Schoenstein forgot Tonopah. The dash and whirl and gayety of the big town was a relief from the sun scorched mining camp in the Ne- vada desert. Schoenstein even forgot his mining stock.
 He left the stock behind when he changed rooms. He later returned for it and was informed by the landlady that it had been thrown into the rubbish in the cellar and might possibly be found there There In an ash barrel lay the stock which three weeks ago was worth $$27.5OO
 Schoenstein put the stock in a bank Four weeks ago he received an offer of S500 for the stock He accepted. A little later he learned to his sorrow that the stock was worth $27.500.
 Tonopah, according to Schoenstein is great camp. Its population consists. he says, of $500 miners and 1500 sharps and faEirs.
 There Is gold all about the country" he stated, but there is no water. Hold ups are frequent there, and the highway men demand only water It, is more precious by far than the gold in the ground, In the towns-in Tonopah, Buil- frog and other camps-there is water but out in the desert, out where the gold Is, there is nothing but bleached bones on the sands that tell of the last journey of some poor prospector."