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Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31

Fourth Judicial District Of The
State Of Nevada, In And For The
County Of Elko.
In The Matter Of The Estate
And Guardianship of Eleanor
Curieux and Opal Curieux,
Minors.
Notice of Sale of Real Estate.I
Notice is hereby given that in
accordance with an order of the
District Court of the Fourth
Judicial District of the State of
Nevada, in and for the County of
Elko, duly made and entered in
the above entitled matter OF the
fourth day of May, 1911, the
undersigned will sell at public
sale to the highest bidder for cash
all the right, title and interest of
the above named minors, Eleanor
Curieux and Opal Curieux, in
and to the following described
lands situated in the County Of
EIko, State of Nevada:
The West half of the Southeast
quarter (W.2 of S. E.4), the East
half of the Southwest quarter
GA of S. Wa of Section Two
(2), the East half of the North
west quarter (E.a of N. WIZ and
the West half of the Northeast
quarter (W.A of the N. E.i), of
Section eleven (11) Township Forty
(4O) North, Range Fifty-two (52)
East. containing three hundred
and twenty 1920 acres of patented
land.
Also the Southeast quarter of
the Southwest quarter Is. FL of
S. W.3). the Southwest quarter
of the Southeast quarter Is. w. /
of S. Ed, the Northwest quarter
Of the Southeast quarter IN. w. i
of s. E.4) and the Northeast
quarter of the Southwest quarter
IN. E.4 Of S. Wa Of Section
Eleven (l1) all in Township Forty
(4O) North, Range Fifty-two (52)
East, M. ID. B. & NJ, and contain
ing one hundred aid sixty acres
more or less of state contract land,
together with all buildings and
improvements upon all of said
premises and all water, water
rights, dams and bitches now or
heretofore used upon or in con-
nection with said premises. the
interest Of said minors to be sol ]
beng an undivided one-halt
interest in and to said premises
and the .appurtenances thereto.
Said sale to to be held on Tuesday,
the Path day of October A. d.
1911. at the hour of twelve o'clock
noon, in front of the Court House
of the District Court of thr Fourth
Judicial District of the State of
Nevada, in and for Elko County.
Terms of said sale cash, gold
coin Of the United States: ten l0)
per cent of the bid being payable
on the day of sale and the re.
mainder of the purchase price
upon the confirmation of said sale
10y the said Court of the Fourth
Judicial District of the State Of
Nevada, in and for EIko County.
All to be made at the expense
of the purchaser.
Dated August twenty-ffth, 1911.
lillian M rur;ouv
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
$500 REWARD $780,

], j. C. Harris. sheriff of the
County of Elko, State Of Nevada,
d. hereby offer and guarantee a
reward of Eight Hundred 900 .0O)
Dollars for the arrest and con-
victIon of the person Or persons,
who burned or caused to be
burned, the hay stacks and barn
on Ed Carville's ranch in Mound
Valley, Elko County, Nevada,
during the month of August,
1911.
J. G. Harris
Sheriff of Elko County.
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
A Wrong Choice.

There Is no act. nor option OF act
possible, but the wrong deed or option
has poison in II which will stay In
your veins thereafter forever Never
more to all eternity can you be as you
might have been had you not done
that-chosen that You have formed
your character" forsoothl No: II you
have chosen III, you have deformed Il,
and that oreverl-Ruskin.
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
FIckte Popularity

You started wit. the full conf.
dence OF your constituents and now
you are criticised on every hand"
YES. replied Senator Sorghum,
my experience has been very much
like that Of a man who good-natured.
ly consents to umpire a ball game"
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
Waste PapW 20 auv or,,,

a novel plan has been adopted by
the parishioners OF Hanwell (Eng.) },
In order to raise funds for new
church organ. The members OF the
congregation are now saving all their
waste paper. which will be collected
from time to time and sold in aid OF
the fund
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
WALL PApERl WALL PAPERl WALL PAPER

The Elko Paint and Wall Paper
Company has just received a new
line of Wall Paper ct City Prices.
f. A. George.
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
A Nautical knowlsdue

Lady Passenger ton board liner)-
What Is the ship stopping for?
obliging Seaman-She's stopping to
'cnd the pilot ashore. miss.
Lady-Why. thought he went with
is; but suppose he just points the
rudder In the right direction before he
leaves.
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
Coin Iona In Ira.

While cutting up the trunk Of an old
ash tree Albert Watson. Jr., OF Darby.
Pa, found Embedded In the heart OF
the tree copper penny bearing tho
date 1917 The coin was found at a
point six feet from the base OF the
trunk, and was not even discolored.
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
InComDIota.

a German statistician has calculated
that. roughly. there are 100000, 900,
600 bees In the world II Is, Of course
impossible to give the exact figures.
as 80 many persons hide their bees in
their bonnets.-Punch
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
Good Advice

Rub elbows with the least OF the
worlds people. II you would quicken
your brain and soften your heart
Exchange
Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-10-31
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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-08

.,. ro.+ra;ned. q bit dry, because 1t "as perilously close to tears ,.u. that overlooked oioo s W 9Rv inc Eternal I've beaten them at @ tnssr own game he went on, pacing the n0o,, % u S through his hair waving his aan aIms hunc of money away from this town of grafters They nau ~ yz yzS me knew could do it. just knew U. 1 us n.s .s v;nn;no money on a horse race" He turned ana ,oobad brnsauely at her. "I took 1t fair and square
 but it's an accident it's caprice, wnim, ire2ss I might work ten years before t woulo nappsn sS = YOU understand? I'm fool to set much store Dy H I suppose And wouldn't, but there's that otn9 Maybe Maybe not I don't know. Gosh-sS0ooT His air of bewidered gloating almost ludicrous m sad geure successful she faItered ~Evss if it is chance freak as you call 1t, don't penes it is myself. think you earned it and
 "Oh earned it all right he grumbled. You're young. You ought to get away.by yourseIf- and work hard now" She simply could not go fn- ther She had never intended to talk thus. b'st rhs woman in her dominated Wont you-won't yoa so '"1 The s,IpeTman was stumped q dont know" hs adm ted.
 Tn. argumentative in her arose and restored hw balance. "You said you would Won't your ftC9- D.
 "Would you?" he demanded.
 .What have to do with it? You've got all - neea mus ata stay here But if were you the town ~ss acting on me the way it is on you'd go You can do just as good work back there. Better. I'm sufss Jack"
 Il ought to go-oughn't IF" questioned the grzsd giant.
 She smiled in spite of herself. HJack Hcdge ss1 you going back or you not? For goodness sak4 make up your mind Try to be practical for Q few minutes'r She over to him, reached her two hands up to his shoulders, and gave him dninutive shake. Wake up and pull yourself te gether" she pleaded with soft energy. Are y01 going back West, are you going to stay hefs5 Now, answer"
 Feminine readers will probably say that Jinu's mother acted purely impulse when she placed ner hands on Jacks shoulders. Masculine readers, on fse other hand will loudly assert that Jm's mother was a clever intriguer, worse, woman with purpose
 At any rate her touch put ecstasy in his throat He was just about to say "I don't know" when ths supernaI current from her hands filled him with Dde scribable throbbings and leapings and played gid41 interlude between his thought and his speech FW one long, vivid the universe was filled with gits mother she glory, melody, light, color, serenity In his arms they both dissolved, melted away in fabulous young fairyland, watched from coverts by angels eyes, carried afoat through clouds of ross petals dazzed by shafts of most brilliant sunshine. For the first time in his life Jack held her in his arms for first time in his life he bent to her lips and kissed her.
 With the kiss came incomprehensible splendor Hb harshness slipped away; and all his uncouthnesa h1y yugarity egotism, his impatience, his irrational precocity his disdan. He kissed her, and he knew he loved her. And the spell of her kiss and tho knowledge of her love brought to him an abiding pa-
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tribes and what they lack, all of them what they've forgoten all of them is the roots and the blue sky" He stopped waving his arms abruptly. I'm going back"
 "When?" she urged.
 "The very first chance get" he muttered And he turned and grinned at the wide-eyed Jim.
 But she didn't believe it. Jims mother knew noth- ing of the energy of She had her energy but it a stayat-home sort, reserve force of strong patient optimism As pollen she static until something came and carried her off She had idea that Jack Hodge, flower would pull himself up by the roots and come planting himself again directly beneath her sweetening dust. She did not even know why she loved him. But this was the son: she saw, from her nest youth and strength rying battle From amidst her tranquility she saw life going forward valiant, good, and clean. Where there were many greedy millions of people, she had found who was, as yet free from the idea of greed. Later, as he himself had said in famboyant language, this greed might get him. But not yet and she could save him. And she loved him.
 "Why did you write the Clover versesy he asked her, all of sudden.
 Not for money" she answered.
 That's better"
 "I write a great many things Some day I'll show them to you. l write them because in that way slip away from me; something would probably lose if didn't set it down. And the loss of any of sin this eity-would be- in my life almost tragic" She bowed her head and turned it aside for a mo- ment Whatever 1t was, it passed; and she said suddenly: sI When are you going to Canada?" looked at her and laughed, frankly How'd you like to marry me and live up there?' he asked He at went upstairs burning hot all over.
 Her staring eyes were fixed on the knob her breath was. choking hot in her throat. Her lips trembled, as she bent forward, twisting her hands. She knew he loved her! He had said he did not ; that he only loved what she stood for Jims mother put her forehead on her arm and with little spas modic movement breathed soft "Oh-oh-ohw into the fragrant texture of her dress, letting her body slide away in wave of soft emotion. For days after that she spent her idle hours at the window her hands in her lap and sublimity in her face.
 Jack Hodge worked in furious hatred of himself all the next day He went to Canada without trying tO hpr2 he kent asking himself. He did not want to break her heart, and in the glowing release of hot he had surely done so. He was too young to marry. His career! His present poverty! And he didn't love her. He quite absolutely certain that he didn't. 1t was that wonderful message she had brought him. That was what he had fallen in love with. Not her, but what she stood for. Good Heaven, hadn't he told her once?
 He found himself longing to write to, her, and he found himself ashamed to write to her. He grew nervous this dilemma, this blunder this disaster of the heart and soul. At moment, he didn't how be was ever going to be bold enough to meet her again; at another, in the gaunt hunger of his syearning he wanted to take her in his arms and crucI hor
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shoulders With his diary the table in front or him, he wrote:
 April 18th town of parasites-talkers takers takers Grafters and mddlemen of all kinds, 0ut no producers day the harvest is harvest of talk Am I parasite, too? I don't know; l hope not I'm beginning to lose my grip l don't ht into tnls game I don't know what is the matter with me. Yes, do I trying to be parasite when it isn't in my blood. I'm good as grafter. It's spring. I ought to be farming ought to produce pr0duce-PRoDUCE I ought to get away from New York. don't belong here. I must get away from It, or it will get down. At the age of forty-forty- fve-here I will be limp haphazard, characterless parasite, trucking daily for dollar. He smoked and smoked in bitter silence, went out and ate an apathetic evening meal dragged himself forornly back into his room and lay down to bed of dinning discontent. Four days later he noticed that the verses on "Clover' had been accepted.
 There having been twenty-five lines in the whole poem and the union rate for poetry being fifty cents line Jack figured that Verbena Mae was the gainer by some twelve dollars and half; and somehow this gave him pleasure
 "Not bad windfall for old mad," he thought. For reason which he could not analyZe he came to the conclusion that Verbena Mae was spinster the product of an age when they gave people fnicky, perfumery-shop names. "She get herself shawl
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"For half an hour he sat aud thought" !"

and some slippers and peppermint candy and a copy of St. Elmo and forget all about New York" But he reflected that that sort of old maid would not burst out in Whitman mimicry; and he ended by sending her letter:
 Dear Madam Tit ranl am one of the editors of this magazine and want to write you this personal note to tell you how glad that your verses were accepted. read them at time when sick of New York. Was there ever time when I wasn't? suppose so. But now all can say is, hope to God there is clover blooming somewhere.
 Yours sincerely,
 JAckeHoDcE He hardly expected reply But fin three weeks foolscap. pressed white clover bloom fell out It still does bloom. got out into the June coun- be acres of it, myriads of blossoms. Enough that if you could pait it into strand, it would lead you back thousand miles into Gods country.
 There was no address and no signature He pinned the dead symbol into his diary stared sulleniy at the gritty town. The spring had muddled him with a blood discontent and he dreamed of the thickaned neckS of beasts, the smell of the open pastures He pulled off his shirt lit his pipe, and to sit on the stairs.
 was playing postman all to himself Jim had penny whiste which, though minus the pea he nevertheless a sotto Ooce monologue as he went from imaginary door to imaginary door upon the miserable stairs. Suddenly he sped Jack
 Letter for MT. Jack Hodge," he announced sol emny, wheezing into the saliva-laden whistle He toddled up handed over grimy fstful of air. nodded in businesslke fashion, turned his back, marched down again-and uttered miracle.
 Letter for Jim Cloud !" he called shrilly Letter for Mrs Verbena Mae Cloud!"
 It as if ghost had come to him in the sum- shine. Jack took minute to think it over then re- moved his pipe from his mouth and went "ss-st.' the child Jim Cloud His mother
 Come up here.' he whispered nervously.
 Jim, scenting mystery in the manner, did so by the process putting foot the next stair eaten ing hold of it with both hands and dragging the other foot upeafter him.
 "Is your mothers Verbena Mae loud? ?" asked Jack, earnestly. Jim nodded.
 He grabbed the baby up onto his lap and ran his big hand through the tangled tbw-head.
 Then, from incongruous motives that he did not at the time understand. Jack Hodge put another question:
 Where's your father?"
 Somewhere Romance like a bird Dead replied tho no-osyllabic postman
 Iim's mother was a woman not only of sense but
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 to go and look at himself in the glass The trembling face of exultation he saw there made him grin, and the grin gleefully back at him he jumped and shouted with joy Downstairs Jims mother put two dollars and fortyive cents ill old bowl, gave Jim penny, and laid out the pretty red table cloth for their evening meal She stopped fdgeting with the napkins and dropped into abstraction for moment She still thinking of Jack Hodges last words.
 He tried his best to stay in his room, but 1t was impossible He tried to pull his face into a calm, sober mature expression. It impossible. There fore, when he plunged into her dining room, her thoughts being where they were she misnterpre1ed his gladness and shocked with dizzy bliss.
 Jack. however had forgotten he had been gone; had forgotten his last words to her. had forgotten every thing He held two letters in his hand and shouted: "For the love of heaven will you read this"
 She had long look at him first, full of as divine beauty .as women ever gave to a man. Then she mostened her lips brushed her hair hastily with one land, pressed her temple, and took the sheets of paper. When she hads read through the one about the S3.000 prize she did look at him. She turned aside and continued to stare at the letter.
 "Ain't it great?' shouted the parasite.
 Great? Oh. Jack.' She said it in q tiny voice.
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tence of camness, maturity, and frank humit ity. He was strong with different strength, strength that took its strength from eternity. He closed his eyes a moment and murmured: My God ! All the day!"
 She looked up at him. There was awe in her eyes, a thrill in breath it rustled at her heart. Are you going back?" she asked.
 1T don't know,' he answered humbly.
 Jack Hodge sat at his subsubeditors desk and read over the second page of letter to his mother:
 and have bought little place dowr Long Island I thought would come back But there is something in the lure of the game here. simply cannot leave it. don't expect to be much of a success; but 4'm happy and I'm going to try my very hardest used to say this city rotten Maybe it s All I can say it, it doesn't seem a5J For thing, don't spend any more time " it than I have to. Jim and have weglIty affairs IE the way of two rabbits and chicken yard. Even I parasite-
 He scowled he wrote the next line:
 The sting of it is gone.
 At the moment he sealed the envelope. Jim mother. out Long Isand sowing the lawn with white clover.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-08

Temperamental young men, in love for the first time, are peculiar ob- jects of indecision. It is quite fortunate that, after all, there is an outside world; because this outside world has a way of regulating cir cumstance and circum- stance has a way of reg ulating decision.
 Ten minutes after he was back from Canada he found two letters in his box. Both were from magazine editors. The first stated that if be was willing to take $1G0 for his story "T h e Ninth Cat" the editors would be charmed, etc. The second advised him that his m a uscrip t "The Girl Who Was Lonely" had won the capital prize of $3,O00 in a fiction contest. His only sensation as he mounted the stairs was of four hundred extra horse power in his chest.
 He got to his room without shrieking, but, once the door was closed behind him, he laughed, he sang, he danced, he made horrible, tremend- Ous noises of delight and broke a table and a vase by means of gallop- ing and pum m m e n g everything in sight. One @f 4Io kl~. L.. IF.
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who wrote that? 'Verbena Mae Cloud was the name ,n the manuscript Sounds rather kittenish. Care General Delivery sounds pseudonymish and mysteri- ,us." He bit viciously into a cigar and podded on, ,hewing the weed to shreds.
 He turned west on Ffftieth Street and went over into the tenement quarter along Ninth Avenue Free of this poison again." he kept on Whoever she she's been back in the clean country once, and she's here now, and she's poisoned as am. wonder if am poisoned? wonder if it's too late? there! Real land! Grass roots. Home folks! The fellows with the big fists and the sunburn and the genuine grins; and the small town girls" Jack Hodge slightly nerve-strained and out of his psychic kilter weaved his way motley. grimy Ninth Avenue until he came to Reillys Snug HoteEthe way they make you snug there is by giving you knockout drops in your liquor, hitting you the head with six inches of plugged gas ppe taking money and, perchance, throwing you into the river then went in door this Reillys at the photog rapher's doorway, and followed flight of dingy steps up to q first-f1oor landing where, amidst a balefu cior of cooking and wet garbage a balefu gas jet c1uded limp tragic light. Here he lived and here he met something which put the final touches of dis upon his despair. The something was aged four tudciously sober, and was pulling about tomato attached to string.
 demanded
 The something intensified in dignity "A railroad Jack shut his jaws hard 'Live here?"
 "In there" The wan, pinched child pointed at a forbidding door. What's your nameT
 "Jim"
 Mines Jack"
 The child said nothing but gravely marched in
 
 --Se1 1t rains l r) out. I gotta play up here"
 All of sudden lump came in Jacks throat he kneeed on one knee, put his hand Jim's shoulder looked into his eyes and said, hoarsely:
 "Did you ever play a farm, Jim? I mean where there's COWS and horses and dogs and chickens? And cherry trees and raspberry bushes and hay stacks And barns and pig lots?"
 Jim wagged blank "No" with his solemn little head For the first time in his life Jack gazed upon the calm mystery of childs mind. It was too deep q problem for him. and he solved it in the usual grOwnup way, to the usual grown-up satisfaction. He gave Jim nickel and trudged upstairs with a "So long; I'll you tomorrow" entered his rool, and without stopping to light the threw himself into chair by the window. He looked out the suIlen town. and he looked he bit his nails
 For half hour he sat and thought. Then he got took oH his coat, lighted the gas and snuared his
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OK HODGE was soul-sick and young and strong. He put his unimportant 70 k for purchase" on the Glover" verses. rammed his shoulders into a macintosh, and went out into the May drip. Jack Hodge was just about at the end of the game, he said. (Semi-annually. or quar- terly,. you always say that in New York
 But the truth was that Jack Hodge was bloom without pollen. He couldn't be coaxed into admitting this. He answered that he was a, writer who wanted to write; who came to New York to turn out real literature instead of magazine mush who couldn't see why in q light
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-08

ninglike string things the editors didn't give him n chance and who justly lamented the future or American literature because the magazine and book publishers put before the public such abominabe trpe
 Jack Hodge had really started in life as Texas plumbers assistant then he>had to Schenectady work for the General Electric people in the casting shed, and at the first pinch of the panic they had let him go. He drifted down the Hudson to Her Imperial Ugliness and procured a job news paper which lasted for week and left him at the end of it all with thirtythree dollars cash. Then ie rented twOdollar-a-week room in the uptown Ghetto and began to write plays-tragedies. most of them. about the laboring mans wrongs and rich women who drank. When his money was quite gone be started doing special articles for the Sunday news