River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1913-10-02


for the mountains where the stealing
is good yet, and man with genius
can be milliOnairel
was in one big deal, once-the
Golden Fountain Mine. Pete Peter
son and | worked in the Golden Foun-
tain and boarded with Brady, a pit
boss. Ever hear of psychic power?
A medium told me once that / have
it, and that's why folks tell me their
secrets. The second day Brady told
me the mine was being wrecked.
How do you know" said l.
They're mimi bird s-eye porphyry,"
said Brady, "purtendin' they've lost
the lode"
Maybe they have" said /.
Not them replied Brady, who new
er had had any culture. Il can show
you the vein brOad's a road an rich
as pudd'n!"
| didn't care a whoop, as long as
they paid regular; but Brady worried
about the widows and orphans that
had stock. | said | had no widows
and orphans contracting insonomia for
me, and he admitted he hadn't But
he said man couldn't tell what he
might acquire. Soon after, load Of
stulls broke loose, knocked Pete Pc
terson numb, and in the crash Brady
accumulated a widow. 1t was thought
quite odd, after what he'd said
The union gave him a funeral, and
then we were all rounded up by law
yer that insisted on being pall-bear-
er and riding with the mourners, he
and Brady had been such dear friends.
The widow never heard of him; but
unless he was dear to Brady, why did
he cry over the bier, and pass out his
cards, and say he'd make the mine
sweat for this? It didn't seem rea
sonable, and the widow signed papers
while he held in his grief.
Then we found he had awful bad
luck losing friends. A lot of them mad
been killed or hurt, and he was suing
companies 10 beat tours. We were
going over our evidence, and another
bunch was there with doctor exam.
ming to see how badly they were
ruined
Beautiful injury" said the lawyer
NO patellar reflex Spine ruined!
Beautiful! Well make EN- sweat for
this!"
He surely was a specialist in cor
porate perspiration. l asked what the
patellar reflex was, and the doc had
Pete sit and cross his legs, and ex
planned.
Mr. Peterson, said he, "has nor
NAL spine. When l concuss the limb
here, the foot will kick forward invol
unfairly But in case of spinal injury
it will not Now observed"
He whacked Pete's shin with a rub
Der hammer, but Pete never kicked
His foot hung loose like, not doing
a blamed thing that the doc said it
would if his spine was in repair. The
doc was plumb dumbfounded.
Most remarkable case of volitional
control" he began.
"Volitional your grandmother
yells the lawyer MIR. Peterson is
ruined also! He was stricken prone
in the same negligent accident that
killed dear Mr. Brady! He is
doomed A few months of progress
siye induration of the spinal cord and
breaking up of the multipolar cells,
and-death, friend DEATH"
The widow begun to whimper, and
the lawyer grabbed Pete's hand and
bursted into tears. Pete, being a
Swede, never opened his face.
But" said the lawyer cheering up
well make them sweat for this. Shall
we not vindicate the right of the work
ing-man to protection, Mr. Peterson?''
"Yu bait" said Pete. "Ay bane
guide Republican,"
And vindicate his right" went on
the lawyer, ito safe tools and condi-
tions of employment
Az tank we windicate.' said Pete
"Nobly said" said the lawyer and
hoped to it making agreements for
contingent fees and other flimf1ams
1t was wonderful how sort of patri
otto and unselfish and religious and
cagey he always was.
We quit the Golden Fountain, and
I got some assessment work for Sile
Wilson. Pete wouldn't go. He was
sort Of hanging around the widow
BUT his brains We're so sluggish that
/ don't believe he knew why / picked
up a man named Lungy to help. Siles
daughter Lucy kept house for Sile in
camp, and in two days she was calling
T,poy1- s'NGr Addison and raOroa chino
me for stringing a stranger that had
seen better days and had a bum lung
and was used to dressing for dinner
l told her l most always allowed to
wear something at that meal myself
and she snapped my head OF. He
was a nice fellow for lunger.
When had to go and testify in the
Brady and Peterson cases against the
Golden Fountain, old Sile was willing
I'D like to help stick the thieves!'
he Kissed.
"How did you know they were
thieves?" asked l.
Il located the claim" said he, land
they stole it on measley little bal
ance for -confound them!'
well, they're stealing it again,
said /; and l explained the lost vein
business.
They've pounded the stock away
down." said the Hunger. Il believe it's
a good buy!"
Draw your eighteen-seventy-five