The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-01-16

for 81, $50 600, came into Tonopah not
Hong ago on the soft side of a freight
Icar truck. From Tonopah he walked
to Goldfield.
He's now interested in the Wonder
district, and has just ordered an auto
mobile. specially designed to make
sixty miles an hour over the desert.
so that he can daily make the $40 mile
round trip between Wonder and Gold
field.
| LAST spring three travelworn and
almost starving men found their way
into the mining camp at Fairvi ew.
They had just ten cents, and they
wanted job as badly as it was ever
wanted in these parts.
The mine superintendent gave them
! tents and enough money to feed them
and started them in to work. They
| worked until they had laid up $50 or
$40 apiece and then they disappeared.
Two months ago they walked into
Gcldfield and sold their claims for
$500. O0O But they didn't get their
money until a fortnight or SO ago. They
are now trying to get rid of it as soon
as Goldfield will let them. And Gold
field is very helpful to such as they.
In fact, nine out of every ten men
who have made much money overnight
down here have spent it in gambling
and drink, only less rapidly than they
got it.
One night last week an old fellow,
gray and bent and marked by years
of work and hardship, walked into the
Monte Carlo saloon and gambling joint.
He has been around the camp more
than year and used to talk largely
about a wonderful claim he had To-
Gated, but his kind is plentiful here
abouts and he earned precarious
livelihood by doing odd jobs.
This time, however, he displayed a
draft for $40, 200, which he had received
for his much-talked-of claim. He
wanted it cashed- The bartender, rec
ognizing the signature on the draft,
looked up the owner of the joint, who
gave the prospector the money.
The next morning the old fellow came
into the same place and begged the
bartender to give him a. drink. He had
gambled away his $4,000 overnight.
One year ago a Goldfie1der went
broke. Among his creditors was a
washerwoman to whom he owed S45.
Despite her protests that it was all
right anyhow. he insisted on giving
her a bunch of shares in a Goldf1eld
mine. AS quotations then stood, they
were next to worthless
The other day this same man walked
into the washerwoman's shanty.
'What'd You do with those shares 1
gave you a year ago?" he asked.
"Oh, Dunno she answered, be-
tween strokes Of the hot iron. 81 think
they're up there in that see-gar box
on the shelf. but I amt sure
The former owner of the shares
reached up and dragged the box down.
There they were, sure enough, stuffed
in between half a dozen candle ends,
ball of string and rusty case knife.
The washerwoman's debtor counted
them out. Then he grinned.
THE jokes on me-" he said
They're worth $12,150 this minute"
And they were.
There was a young fellow who used
to clean out cuspidors and sweep up
at the Montezuma Club. He saved
what he earned and bought mining
shares. He's said to be worth $50, 900
today.
You may hear these tales all night
long this bitter weather around the
hotel stoves of Goldfield and the per
sons who tell them give every evidence
that they are true.
The day of the mining camp bad
men is gone forever. Goldfeld has
them, it is true, but they are behaving
themselves nowadays, for the man with
record is no longer a hero. On the
contrary, he is Stunned.
There are a score of men now here
who have got their men before now,
but they say as little as possible about
it and stick to faro dealing or bartend-
ing. The bad men are no longer the
bosses of a mining camp.
The powers that rule are now the men
who own the big properties or who are
putting through big enterprises or do
ing engineering work. These men you
will find every evening at the we'll
named Montezuma Club.
The Montezuma Club is the most
comfortable place in Goldfield. 1t has
$50 members, a pool table, billiard
table, bar, all the magazines and
two stoves. Moreover, the stoves are
always hot, which is something in
Goldfield.
Here you will find of an evening a
crowd of men who have done things all
over the uninhabitable globe Over
there, playing bridge whist, is a man