The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-12-30

One year ago a Goldfelder . broke.
Among his creditors was a wasber~oman
To whom he oved s45. Despite her pro-
tests that it was,all right anyhow, he in
sisted on giving Ter a bunch OF shares In a
GoIdHeId mine. rs quotations'then, stood.
they were next TO worthless.
The other day khis same man' walked
into the washerwoInan's shauy.
-Whst'd you do with shares l gave
you a year ago?' he<asked.
oh, l dunno she answered. between
strokes Of the hot iaon, I t'ink they're
up there in that ee-Gar box on the shelf,
but | amt sure
The former owner OF. the sharessresched
up and dragged he Lbox down. There
they were, sure enough stuffed in between
half a dozen candle ends. q ball OF string
and a rusty case knife. The washer
woman's debtor ~countedithem' out. Then
he grinned.
The jokes on me, = be said. They're
worth sI2 $50 this minute
And they were.
There was a young fellow who used 20
clean out cuspidors and sweep up az the
Montezuma Club. He saved what he
earned and bought mining shares. He's
said to be worth $50, 900 to-day.
You ma hear these tales all night long
this bitter weather around the hotel stoves
Of Goldfeld and the persons who tell them
give every evidence thar they are true~
The day OF the mining camp bad men
is gone forever. Goldheld has them. it is
true, but they are behaving themselves
nowadays, for the man with a record is no
longer a hero. On the contrary. he is
summed.
There are a score OF men now here who
have got their men before now, but they
say as little as possible about ittand stick
TO faro dealing or bartending. The bad
men are no lon ger the bosses Ola mining
camp.
The powers that rule are now the men
who own the big properties or who are
putting through big enterprises or doing
engineering work. These men you will
find every evening at the well named
Montezuma Club.
The Montezuma Club IL the most oom-
Portable place in Goldheld. IL has $50
members. a pool table. a billiard table, a
bar. all the magazines and two stoves.
Moreover, the stoves are always hot, which
Is something in Goldfeld.
Here you will find OF an evening a crowd
OF men who rave done things all over the
uninhabitable globe. Over there, playing
bridge whist, Is a man who made a fortune
taking wood into Nome.
His partner spent years diving for pearls
In the South Sea Islands. Playing against
them b a chap who was twenty years in
the diamond fields Of the TransvasI. His
partner used 10 be a Cuban fibuster.
The grizzled veseran reading a magazine
by the long centre table has laid thou sands
OF miles OF railroad tracks in Mexico. That
pair hugging the nearest stove are swapping
tales abou old days in Cripple Creek, while
the slender young man just making a mass4
shot spent ten years sealing in Alaska.
Over in the corner an Ex-Governor OF
the State OF Nevada and a former sheep
herder, now worth si2 900, 900. nave their
heads together. The Ian who just got up
from the writing table Is a United States
Senator.
With one glance Of your eye you may
zee thirty college graduates representing
every part OF the country. Yesterday
morning a graduate OF Oxford climbed
upon a lunch counter stool at the Mer-
chants Hotel alongside a man whose last
regular employment was driving an electric
car in Denver. They both ordered ham
and eggs.
As they sat there a chauffeur whose
auto had broken down In the snow entered.
bearing in his arms a huge can labelled
-Gasolene- I'm letters six inches high. This
he calmly deposited on top OF the red hot
stove.
All hands grabbed for their hats and
edged hurriedly toward the door, while
one drawer than the rest grabbed a huge
platter and advanced toward the stove
with the evident intention Of Draining the
mad chauffeur. The latter grinned.
-Fergit It, gents said he. in the cheerful
accent Of the Bovery. ITS only water.
Probably the best known bad man now
in Goldheld il Diamondfeld Jack Davis.
He has several killings 20 his credit.
Up in Idaho he was several times con-
victed Of the murder Of three sheep berders
and was sentenced TO DO hanged. It's a
coincidence that the mar - whom he owes
his life. ex-Gov. Hunt " Idaho, dice here
the other day.
Diamondheld Jack. like the rest OF his
kind, is living quietly these days. He has
shown only one fash Of the old spirit that
brought him so near the gallows. That
was while the miners were boycotting the
Goldfield SVn early last fall.
A crowd was chasing a newsboy down
the street and the lad ran into Diamondheld
Jacks brokerage Office. The crowd fol-
lowed, pell nell.
"Diamondfeld jack grabbed an auto
matte gun in each hand and faced the mob.
Get the - out Of here. You Is be
roared, -or I'll blow ye all TO HE'LL
The mob stood not upon the order Of its
going. Its flight was psnicstricken. Prob
ably almost every man in the crowd toted
a gun, but they all fed before the terror Of
tbs name OF Diamondfeld Jack.
For q quarter OF an hour the old time
bad man strobe up and down the street, q
gun. in each hand. roarng like a wounded
bull, and calling ON the vanished mob TO
come back and get killed. But not a soul
would Oblige him.
Yet, considering that there is no law in
Goldfeld, it's a fairly orderly place. 1t
has two churches, a good ~schoolhOuse and
a Salvation Army post. There is also a
Turkish bath house and a dozen astrologers
and fortune tellers, who for SIS will tell you
with certainty where You can find a million
dollars worth Of gold.
SOCIETY NoTE.-The MANY friends OF
Tex Richard will be Interested TO hear that
no intends having his Northern saloon
sw ept out next week.