Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-23
The Morganheins
 And Short Stories
lRy Charles plnsmorel

AAl AHalAto AtAitHiNO4fl
 have been spending some time in the Prescott section this month. and have had an especially good time be cause found the St. Michael in charge Of Tommy Nolan, known to every man who ever visited Nacozarl where for years he had charge Of the handsome hotel of the MOctezuma Copper company. Well. Tommy takes care Of his friends, so t has been a pleasant lime for me, and l have hobnobbed with number Of the men who do things out here and who in variably drop into the St. Michael nf an evening and spin yarns. So some Of tho stories [ caught, and one or two are strictly mine, as, for in, stance
 They talk about the Morganheims and say they rule us all; they say the little man can DO longer even crawl - they stand upon the cor Ter with the yisage Of a sage. when they ought to be out working for very little wages The man who growls and grumbles because he's trodden dowI Is always found a lounger on the shady streets ot town--he has no set. tied purpose. no nerve strings that are wound up tight, no desire or stern ambition to get into the fight The Morganheims are always of a very different mold.-they aim and strive and fight to gather more gold-nO silver tongued persuasion can swerve them from the tTial-theyN go ahead in spite of all. and never wholly fail. Rebuffs we all receive as We srrug gle through the day. but the Morgan. helms sure manage to even make these pay. for they ponder as they push and crowd their way along, and soon decides that the rebuffs were because their plan was wrong. Now I'm no frothy Gemagogue. don't prac- tice what l preach, but all the same I've seen of life enough to say and teach that the man of sincere pur- pose, of singleness Of mind. will slip and stumble often, but never stay be. hind. So. if it's the dollars, go aft CT them, and see no other goal just go and keep on going till you have them by the shoal; but what ever 'tis that you desire, fight for it with your might-the result will al ways prove So you that in doing so you come right. Your mines good but you are broke, and the shafts not deep enough-get busy tell about it, make the people see the stun you're made of it the always winning kind, and they and you will soon be of the self-same financial mind. Don't think you cannot do it because the combine won't come inf you get out and hustle harder you'll very soon begin to see that you're the combine when you work with every sense-and mighty soon you, too, will be on the right side of the fence.
 Do I remember Sylyanite? Do I? Well. believe me -I do." The fellow seemed concerned about it, and went on. 'Y'see, talkin' O SyNaniLe, l know more about the place than all the others put together. was there before a tent was up-and ! was there when the boom had dwindled down 10 bummin' each other for beans and bacon. walked into the place. and walked out Of it. For months, though, was a wonder-richest man in the place unless il was Sol Camp and l very much question if al that time the both of us could have rais- ed go in real money. And now you ask me if l remember Sylvanite. But that camp sure caught on. First the Review and the International had a story. then the Fl Paso Times: then the Star: then the Phoenix papers then the Mining korld and Fl Paso Mining then-but I'll tell you a news. paper story.
 The camp was wonder in the way of surface showings-and we did some banking on those same show ings. When a feller got a specially fine sample, we'd get it assayed, and then let someone going out have the certificate, and he'd be sure 10 show 1t to some reporteT7-wnich meant another scarehead. We'll, virtue sure brings its own reward--pretty soon a young fellow came in and said his name was-oh. well, Jackson and that he was going to run a news paper for us-haye it printed in Bis bee and ship it out to us by frieght. Oh. yes, he vas going to live right there with us and grow up with the country. He was q good fellow all right but entirely unsoDhisticated as to boom mining camps. Well. he started the rag. called it the Sylvan i;e Sun-and il shone each week a