The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1908-04-16
Sharps and Flats

and had been since he was a stutter-
ing boy of ten. Had there been med
zeal examination in his case it would
have been discovered that there was
nothing wrong about Sam except that
his brain worked more slowly than the
average.
There came day when man OF
sense sat down to talk to Sam .Croy IN
q sensible manner, and he dug up lot
of sensible things from that slow
brain and laid the foundation for an
earthquake. He was a man named
Boyden. He took Sam aside and talk
ed to him for a long half day, and he
discovered what others might have dug
I'D wears before. Sam could see through
a hole in a grindstone if given fair
show and time enough.
Mr.. Boyden didn't take Sam into his
confidence until after several inter
views had been held and until sure OF
his man. The town Of Yorkville was
in the dumps just then. Business was
slow, real estate stagnant and little do
ing in any direction. One afternoon in
front of the town hall and just after a
joke had been played on the town
fool Sam turned to a citizen and
jrawlingly inquired what he would
take in spot cash for his house and lot.
His inquiry was answered by a roar
of laughter. Sam had been known to
have as much as a whole dollar in his
OF INIT
The property referred to was valued at
$4,000.
The owner finally replied that he
would take two-thirds of that amount
Before he could laugh again he had
$50 in his hand to bind the bargain,
and next day the papers were made
out and he was handed the balance of
his money. That was the clowns
thunderbolt. OF course he was ques-
toned by a hundred different people,
That he should have $4,000 in his pos
session was an amazing thing. It was
so amazing that the local papers dwelt
on it to the extent of half a column
and constable walked him to the town
lookup on suspicion. He might have
walked him into cell if Sam hadn't
paralyzed him by threatening a suit for
false imprisonment and assuming q
dignity no one had ever seen him car
rying before He would not tell where
he got the money. and it was the gen
eral opinion that he had found treas
ure somewhere
In the course Of fortnight Sam
bought three more houses and lots and
a farm in the suburbs. Then he was
fairly mobbed by inquirers, and the
two consta bles in town went looking
for clews. Both local papers had some
thing to say-much to say. They had
so much to say that scores of people
went down and tore the abandoned
sawmill to pieces in their hunt for
treasure. They also searched through
woods and fields and missed no stumps
or hollow logs. The town fool went on
whistling Yankee Doodle" and buying
all property offered him. The town had
so long carried the idea that Sam Croy
always told all he knew without any
coaYing that it felt hurt to the quick
by his reticence. Now and then "our
reporter had interviewed him to make
column Of sarcasm. The sarcasm
was now left out. and our reporter very
solemnly inquired of his readers il they
had murderer among them.
If any one else than Il town fool had
started in 10 buy real estate there
would have been boom on in no time.
There were plenty willing to sell be.
cause they could get their price and
because in a way they felt that they
were doing the buyer up. 1t was not
until he had laid out $4,000 in silky
greenbacks and announced that he had
more left that one Of our reporters
got on TO the snap. He wouldn't have
hit it then but for Il tin peddler that
came along :rhd gave things away. He
called ''our reporter" a dough head
for not having seen through the scheme
at the very start. He called the con-
stables asses for thinking there was
any crime connected with it. Under
and around the town for a distance OF
ten miles square was an oil basin,
from which millions of gallons would
be pumped. The men who had bored
for salt several years before must have
discovered this, but waited until they
could enlist capital. Capital had been
raised and Sam Croy put forward as a
dummy He would make a million
clean dollars out of it, and the men
who had taken him for a fool would
get left.
1t was now as plain as day to the
Bugle and the Clarion, and they did
their best to make up for lost time.
They devoted pages to the new oil
field They issued extras. They pub
lished Sam Croy's picture and his
tory Of his life and spoke of him as
Mr.. Croy, the intelligent and farseeing
citizen. They published pictures of
drilling machines and derricks and
spouting oil wells, and in two weeks
they jumped the price of real estate
200 per cent. 1t wasn't a boom that
set in. 1t was mad scramble to buy
at any price. People came from points
a thousand miles away and left their