The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1910-02-08

another garden of Eden blossoming
out right here where we are standing!"
''Oh!" said the oiler.
"Oh, the deuce!" said the kicker.
The promoter went to big eastern
city and opened an Office on q busy
street. Conspicuous signs announced
cheap and fertile irrigated lands in
the golden west. Few in the passing
crowds noticed, but many saw, the win
dows dressed with tempting fruits.
Some entered, the office. Baxter street
methods are not available in the real
estate business, but once inside his
doors our promoter asked odds OF no
dealer and rarely failed of interesting
and convincing those who crossed his
threshold. His forte was frankness.
A plump and healthy>looking man, with
nothing sinister about him except
habit of looking out at his customers
from under half-closed eyelids, he re-
ceived them without effusion and
opened upon them in this manner:
Fruits in the window raised on our
lands? Certainly not. Our lands have
no improvements whatever upon them.
That's why we offer them so cheap
$3.50 per acre, and half on time. But
look at this map. Right here is our
property. Just seven miles north is
Highgrove, the famous orange colony;
these specimens were grown there.
Land worth 1880 an acre. Ten miles
west of us is Colside--fnest decidMous
land, except ours, in the state. These
cherries and apricots grew there. Come
in next week and see the early peaches
from that section. We combine the
advantages of both these communities.
Level, fertile land pure mountain
water. We can raise anything on earth.
Why has our tract not been improved
before? Because it takes large capital
to bring the water to it, We are capt.
talized at one million and can get more
If we need it. Here, take copy of our
prospectus-and, hold on, just fill your
pockets with fruit, and when you get
home tell your wife of this chance we
are offering people to secure home
and profitable business in the fruit
belt of California, at a nominal cost.
We raise the price to 5000 per acre next
month. If you buy before you start
you get one-half your transportation"
Among many who heard this siren
song was a young drug clerk, lately
married, who was looking about for
something better than the living af-
forded, by his present employment.
After several visits to the land agent,
he one night astounded his wife with
the announcement that he had, bought
ten acres of California land and had
given up his place in the store to 60
west. She cried little-women are so
deficient in enterprise, SO fearful of the
new and untried-but early autumn
saw the plan carried out.
1T was in the month of September
that Fred Fisher and his wife first saw
their California fruit farm.
They were among,the first arrivals in
the new colony, and the big field of
stubble still had few other settlers than
the wary jackrabbit and the whistling
| quail. A row of white flags on laths
showed the line of survey for canal
and parallel interesting burrows at
regular intervals indicated the streets
and avenues. by the aid of the map
furnished purchasers our clerk idepti.
fed the "choice" selection which he
had made, and knew so little of the re-
quirements of irrigation that he was
rather pleased to find it upon little
knoll. Busy days followed; the cabin
which was to serve as dwelling until
a more pretentious house should be built
from the profits of the orchard was soon
put up and occupied Many other new.
corners were building near them.
when get over my nomesickness
shall like this, Fred" said the wife one
day; that is, if we can make living
here"
~There are twenty ways of doing
that" he answered.; land the man sale
the orchard would be productive il
three years"
but the water?" she questioned.
"Oh, the superintendent is sure the
canal will be finished before mex
spring, and he says that l can have
work with the construction force al
winter"
Two years later the bubble had burs
and the canal company was hopeless
lyinsolvent. lthad furnished much worl
and little pay to Fred and to hundred
other settlers as unsophisticated as he
The canal was incomplete; not drol
OF water had ever reached the parchet
soil upon the little knoll they called
their home. Even the customary rain,
season had failed them, and the effor
TO raise crop of grain upon their small
holding had resulted only in loss of Ia
Dor and of seed. The wife had beer
hopeful and helpful until the baby cam
to the cabin for little time and theme
to neighboring cemetery. Now sh
was very i'll, and Fred was impover
ished.
The old farmer had foreclosed on hi
blanket mortgage, and already will
his gang plows was restoring the bi,
field to its former aspect. The cabin
that dotted it here and there, If not re
moved by The settlers, were torn dow
when the plows reached them. and onl
ragged board piles and mounds of cart
xr-Ioro ro1lo~e had 1non 1,vn IL %