The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1906-12-25

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"Well. how do you like Elyf'
That S the question I am asked dozen
times a day. Lately I have warily
tempered my reply to the expression of
the face and tone of the inquirer. Ny
enthusiasm has received rebuffs not
easily forgotten. Some have gone so
far as to say that I WASH Il in position
to Judge, anyway, after my admittance
that Ely is the first mining camp have
ever been in. and that this is my first
visit to the West.
II rather seems to me that | am Just
because of that fact; so after starting
out with the remark that | am des
perately in love with Ely, | shall tell
YOU few of my reasons. and then you
won { wonder at my enthusiasm or at
my hope that it will be my privilege to
remain in Ely at least ten years.
Ely has the incest people | have ever
met This is a frank and unreserved
statement. ! have lived good many
years (perhaps I would better qualify
this remark slightly, still having
"Miss' before my name) and in
good many places, but I never had
present of Il dog beforehand that be-
fore J had lived two months in Ely,
and the dog thoroughbred, too.
The incest gentleman in Ely gave my
Johnny Jones to me. | speak with
great diplomacy, for there were four
gentlemen concerned in the gift. First,
the owner of the dog; second, the man
TO whom Johnny was offered and who
refused him: third. the man who took
him and kept him over night. and, not
damaging him perceptibly, returned him
to the owner; and, lastly, the man who,
knowing wanted dog more than any
thing in the world. begged him from
the owner to put him into my arms.
1t is said that our love for anything
or anybody is in proportion to the care
and anxiety we expend on that object,
and if that is so, then certainly Johnny
Jones holds Number One place in my
silk blouse and a pair of patent leather
pumps that were the pride of my heart;
he has kept me awake night after night,
because, like the proverbial baby, he
chose to sleep in the daytime and romp
when respectable people should be
sleeping; and for the first two weeks I
guarded him all day lest some one
should take a fancy to him and carry
him away. Fortunately, the board fence
enclosing the back yard was too high
to admit of his clambering over, so I
could turn him loose for an hour at
time, all the while keeping out an eagle
eye for the wary dog-thief.
Either I overrated Johnny Jones g
attractions or moderated the honesty
of the Elyites, for Johnny Jones is still
mine, and it appears that he will be
my precious possession for some time
yet. Santa Claus is going to bring him
a beyew-te-ful collar, and there will
be no dog in Ely that can compare with
him.
Next to Johnny Jones I love MY
PEAK. l am not going TO tell you
which of the lovely mountain-tops of
all those that surround our pretty town
is mine, for some one might claim it as
his Indeed, daresay it lawfully be-
longs to some one in this town. But
that fact doesn t disturb me any. I
don I want it, except to look at. I'll
tell you this much about it. It's the
solemnest peak of all. 1t never looks
frivolous, even when the sunlight lies
in gold streak straight across its face.
1t is as though it allowed itself to smile
IN dignifed way just once every day
TO show me that it s human, after all,
and that 1t approves of US and all we
are doing to make Ely big, busting
city. Perhaps one of these DAYS civil
cation will grow way out to that peak
and I can buy it and put nv house
right on the very top. It's worth
thinking about. | calculate that when
have sold about 100000 pounds of
candy l shall have money enough.
Here S hoping the sweet tooth of Ely
may never get pulled out by mistaken
have by nature an inouiring mind
ana am fortunate enough to be DOS.
sessed Of disposition that lacks the
shame Of acknowledging ignorance. I
nave found great deal in Ely to ask
questions about, and after have sifted
our all the joking generally thrown in
with the answers-for these Westerners
are great "jolliers Il have generally
got my curiosity satisfied. But there
is one thing indigenous to Elv that
have not had explained. ! will tel, Won
about it. 1t is a dark, clear liou;d-
no, it is not whiskey; I have GROWN n
recognize whiskey when see it. since
coming to Ely, as well as tn reooa;