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

who made a fortune taking wood into
| Nome.
His partner spent years diving for
pearls in the South Sea Islands Play
ing against them is a chap who was
twenty years in the diamond fields of
the Transvaal. His partner used to be
Cuban f1libuster
The grizzled veteran reading a maya
zine by the long center table has laid
| thousands of miles of railroad tracks
in Mexico. That pair hugging the
nearest stove are swapping tales about
old days in Cripple Creek, while the
slender young man just making a
masse 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 So, O00, coo
have their heads together. The man
who just got up from the writing table
| is United States Senator.
With one glance of your eye you may
see thirty college graduates represent
ing every part of the country. Yester-
day morning a graduate of Oxford
climbed upon a lunch counter stool at
the Merchants 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 chauffeur whose
auto had broken down in the snow en-
tered, bearing in Ibis arms a huge can
labeled ''Gasolene' in letters six inches
high. This he calmly deposited on top
of the red hot stove.
All hands grabbed for their hats and
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one Drawer than the rest grabbed 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 Bowery. Its
only water
Probably the best known bad man
now in Goldfeld is Diamondfleld Jack
Davis. He has several killings to his
credit. Iaasss,
Up in Idaho he was several times
convicted of the murder of three sheep
herders and was sentenced to be hang
ed. It's a coincidence that the man to
whom he owes his life, Ex-Governor
Hunt of Idaho, died here the other day.
Diamondfeld Jack, like the rest of
his kind, is living quietly these days.
He has shown only one flash of the old
spirit that brought him so near the
gallows. That was while the miners
were boycotting the Goldfield Sun
early last fall.
A crowd was chasing a newsboy
down the street and the lad ran into
Diamondfeld Jacks brokerage Office.
The crowd followed, pell nell.
.'Diamondfield jack grabbed an au-
tomato gun in each hand and faced
the mob
Get the - out of here, you -"
he roared, "or I'll blow We all to hell"
The mob stood not upon the order of
it's going. Its flight was panicstricken.
Probably almost every man in the
crowd toted a gun, but they all fed
before the terror of the name Of Dia-
mondfield Jack.
For quarter of an hour the old time
bad man strobe up and down the street,
a gun, in each hand, roaring like a
wounded bull, and calling on the van
ished mob to come back and get killed.
But not soul would oblige him.
Yet. considering that there is no law
in Goldfield, it's fairly orderly place.
It has two churches, a good school,
house and Salvation Army post.
There is also Turkish bath house and
a dozen astrologers and fortune tellers,
who for S. will tell you with certainty
where you can find million dollars
worth of gold.
Society Note.-The many friends of
Tex Richard, will be interested to hear
that he intends having his Northern
saloon swept out next week.