Tonopah bonanza. [volume] (Butler City [i.e. Butler], Nev.) 1901-1909, 1907-06-08
There's NOTHING
Doing FOR MAC
MAN WHOSE NOD MEANT EVERY
THING AT THE WALDORF
ESSAYS MINE STUNT.

From the Tonopah Daily Bonanza.
Matthew McCabe, well known
from the corridors of the Waldorf
Astoria to the n of southern
Nevada, from the ices of the Klon-
dixie to the tropic seas of Coronado.
Is now in Tonopah where he has
many interests.
Mac" is known neal and far as
the man about the Waldorf" A
nod from Mac in New York is like
walking down the Mall in London
with the Prince of Wales; or being
introduced in Tonopah by Malcolm
Macdonald. All the big men of south
ern Nevada r known to Mac, and
not to know Mac, is like being a
sailor in a foreign cline. If you
want to get a check cashed, an in
PRODUCTION by Mac will do the bust
ness by day or by night.
Now, the fascination of this sec
tion grew strong upon Mac, after
meeting so many of our tailor-made
millionaires, and it occurred to him
that If he could only reach Tonopah
he would return to the Waldorf in a
few weeks with the scent of the sage
brush and three or four fortunes
clinging to him.
So he came to Tonopah.
Mac is here yet, but the fortunes
have not begun to cling. He has
discovered that while money flows in
New York like the river to the sea,
1t goes out here like a tidal wave.
He secured some properties. but they
are yet wanting in promotion. But
Mac was foxy. He made up his mind
that he would obtain some inside in
formation about conducting a mine;
In fact, that he would become a
miner.
With his acquaintance, it was an
easy matter to get a job in the Ton
oPah GAtcuSiOh anu Hc went uONu
a few mornings ago to report to Alec
Smith to go on shift. He was ar
rayed for an afternoon in the Wal
dorf, or the matinee. He was dress
ed in nearly his best. He wore a
dapper spring suit, and a high col
lar, and carried no lunch bucket
-
Mr.. Smith looked at him in surprise.
"He hud on a high collar" he
said afterward, "thut would hav
choked a giraffe. and he had a stink
pin in his necktie."
They clothed him in a suit of over
alls that would have draped a rou-
lette table after hours. and then took
him down in the elevator six or
seven hundred feet and put him in
charge OF a station.
when you want us boiler for u.s."
said Mr.. Smith.
Cant | ring for your" asked
Mac: memories of the Waldorf surg
ing up within him. Where are the
push buttons; and where is the din
ing ROOM"
Mr.. Smith smothered a smile, ard
told him that the dining Dor was
right next to the barroom. Then
they left him at the lonely station.
Mac sung a bit, but he didn't dare
whistle. He heard the squeak Of
rats, and then rocks falling down to
the bottom of the drift, rocks Jared
loose by just nothing. 1t grew ter
ribly lonesome, and Mac yelled out
asking II anybody wanted him. No
body wanted him, at least nobody
said that he did, for there was no
response. 1t was about as cheerful
as being at the bottom of the sen in
a diving suit, with all the mermaids
away visiting.
Mac thought that he would hunt
up the barroom unmindful of the in
junction that he had received not to
wander away from the station. The
hours wore on and the miners went
into the drift for their luncheon, and
they were disturbed by the most un-
earthly yells. They dropped their
buckets and began to recall the chest
stories OF their youth.
Again came those weld, grave
yard cries, and Alec Smith himself
had to lead the way in their dill &C.
tor Finally he recognized the voice
OF Mac, and he made him out II he
Pickering rays of the candle clinging
to the wall Of a stope. The latter
was about a foot above the ground,
ard Smith cried to Mac to ~ out.
Il can't get out" yelled Mac. IF
move I'll fall"
"Why step out" said Smith;
that's all you have to do"
But never a step, and 1t took two
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