The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1912-12-06
A HUSTLING DEALER IN DIRT.

Chas. A. Harris, of Wenatchee, spent
Sunday in Oroville. Mr. Harris is en-
gagged in the real estate business, and
is a crackajack seller judging from
the record he has made during the
past year, as he reports that he has
sold land to the value of 100000 dur
ing that period, which represents a
large expenditure of hustle and an eX-
haustive tax on lung power that
makes sales possible in many cases.
Mr.. Harris has fallen in love with the
north OkanOgan valley. He has seen
what fruit culture has done for the
Wenatchee and Entiat valleys, and he
feels positive that the same story will
be repeated in this locality in the next
few years. He sees in OrOville sec
ond Wenatchee, and has no hesitency
in declaring that the place is destined
to become a fiourishing city. He ex-
poets to handle Okanogan valley
lands, and from here went directly to
st. Louis and other eastern cities with
view of Logging for Okanogan real
estate
1t was great pleasure to again
meet Mr.. Harris, Charlie Harris as we
knew him at a time back in the very
front end of the 90s, at Waterville
Recognition was slow when we met at
Spokane last week, for sixteen years
have made marked change in Mr.
Harris, and it was hard to realize that
the broad bodied, comfortably looking,
fluent spoken individual was the same
party as the young man of those other
days who was trying to keep out of
the poor house running saw mill on
the Entiat 1t was still greater
Inn Loo, AIx,k
at last caught on and can talk of his
worldly possessions in five or six fig
ures, for the old boy is now listed
among the substantial citizens of We
natchee, where substantial citizens
are the rule and not the exception. In
the days to which reference has been
made Charlie Harris was rather
classed among the unsubstantial men,
bers of the population. Not but that
he tried to get on top, but he was con
stantly chased by a hoodoo that ne
could not shake off. 1t was sure bet
that anything he tried his hand at
would prove failure. Overdrafts
were constantly staring him in the
face. Hard luck was constantly ham,
mering at his door, If he made few
dollars one year, the next would find
him head over ears in the hole. He
had an adhesive disposition, and never
became wholly discouraged 1t is a
long lane that has no turning. He at
last hit the turn in his road. Out of
the ruck of his continued losses Mr.
Harris managed to hang on to a chunk
of land in the Entiat valley. Fruit
raising became the fad. Charles did
some tree planting; his neighbors
more. Land that for years could not
be given away gradually took on val
ne, and at last Mr.. Harris awoke to
the realization that he was gasolned
for run down the turnpike of pros
perity. His land grew in value until
it was worth hundreds of dollars an
acre. He let go of a slice and found
himself on Easy street. He saw no
reason why what he had could
not be made more. He decided to move
to Wenatchee and go into the real es-
tate business. accumulating more
fruit land while acting as sales agent
for others. He discovered the avOca-
ton that he is fitted for. He could
sell land, and he sold lots of it. There
is always a mellow rake off selling
land, and Charles has sandpapered off
enough commissions to keep him COM
Portable the balance of his days. May
those days be long in the land, and
rainbows permeate those days as long
as they last