Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-02-04

thirty yards from the main Workings
thcre was . fairish sort Of tunnel.
with the start of Q winxe--<hats
blind shaft running down obiiQueiy
from 4 horizontal tunnel-and II
pointed straight toward the main
shaft and 1t occurred to them Tat
they could continue that winss an
other few feet. strike their main
shaft about the hundred and nifty
foot level, and save . lot Of labor
and expense that way by getting
clean approach to tho shaft instead
Of taking q lot Of bother with It In
its decrepit condition. Well. they
began to 60 down that Wine.
and inside Of ten feet they struck
brand new and unsupported VEIN
there hadn't boon any outcrop show
ing: 1t was sheer unadulterated
luck. Then they had credit--they
certainly did! To make a long story
short, they pawned their futures. and
begged and borrowed every penny
they could lay their hands on, and
they developed that property to the
last cent, and when they had per-
haps two hundred thousand or 80
tons of four per cent copper in sight,
and there were indicated ore re-
serves Of another half million tons,
they sold that property to a group
of New Workers for an utterly
phenomenal price. without ever hav-
ing so much as touched the original
shaft for which they'd bought the
property"
ouch" said Cullen, and Good
ness!" said Angela.
And" said Hilliard, smiling remi-
niscently. IF the original owners had
pushed that winze for a couple Of
days more than they did,> or If my
friends hadn't decided to go at the
problem in exactly that way -. we'll,
as I say, what's one mans romance
is another mans tragedy. My friends
got their investment back in some
thing less than four months, and at
ter that 1t was velvet. And the selling
price was in the neighborhood Of two
hundred times what they'd paid for
it. That's mining history, Mr.. Cullen"
And indeed 1t was-and the only fab
rication about It was billiards
claim of friendship for the lucky
owners. This, as he assured himself
was salesman's license-every sue
cessful operator is a friend" of any
salesman.
Cullen nodded thoughtfully; his
eyes were bright. Angela was alter
nately regarding him with indulsent
pity, and sending -you-so mes
sages to billiard.
Where was this-in Montana?
"Silverbow county. Near Butte.
Yes, there is romance In that country,
Mr. Cullen. It's in every tree and ev-
cry rock, and in every hill and valley
and under the ground. And I'm afraid
I'm just enough Of a realist to find
most Of my own under the surface"
ITO save my life," said Cullen, II
can't help thinking Of that region as
Mark Twain sort of country-som
breros and six-shoorers and Vigilan-
ties and stage coach hold-ups and gold
dust as medium Of exchange. know
its childish, but I've never been out
there, and it's hard to get over what
we learned at school," He surveyed
his Wanted garden less arrogantly;
the fountain, which in his moments
Of complacence had all the attributes
Of geyser for him, was suddenly a
feeble faucet. and the tidy lawn was
no more seductive than window
box.
1.-THE up-to- date school books" said
Hilliard, laughing, have good many
changes In them. The West of the
early eighties is all gone, the atmos-
phere Is all gone, the old-style miners
are all gone; you used to see some
picturesque Sights even ten years ago,
but nowadays you best realize how
the industry has changed when you
see couple Of pals hunting for work
in an auto drive up to camp ask for
q job, get 1t, park the auto. take the
tools out Of the delivery body on be-
hind, and pitch in. And you can i'm
agine the other changes that accom-
pany that one. OF course, that's es-
pecially typical of Arizona, but we get
it in Montana, too. I'm not saying that
the color has gone out entirely, be-
cause it hasn't, but in the old days the
West was the West, and now It's
moving East as fast as it convenient
ly can, so that If you want to get the
pure spirit of it. as It Is today, you'll
have to go down to Wall street.
That's where It lives"
Notwithstanding" unused Mr..
Cullin. Sounds adventurous just to
say it," He gazed at the fountain.
and no industry is less under
stood-even by intelligent mon, Mr..
Cullen. AS a matter OF fact, tho
public doesn't even understand most
Of the commonest terms. The buy
ing public doesn't even know what 1t
is buying. That's why it's so easy
to sell worthless stock"
"Oh, Mr.. Hilliardl"
"For instance" he said. II spoke
Of q certain number Of tons in sight,
and that's one Of the very COM
monest expressions in fake pro-
spectus. suppose you know you
couldn't see it, don't your
why, mol" said Mn Cullin, blank
ly. Couldn't II"
you might actually see a few
thousand dollars worth"
why" said Angela, supposedly.
II thought it stuck right out on tha
walls! In gobs! And you knocked 1t
off with plekax! And shoveled It
up!"
MOT, exactly that" said Hilliard
kindly. Sometimes you 80 at an
orc body with steam shovels. and
other times you don't. But when
you remember that three or four
pounds OF copper to every hundred
pounds Of rock means . very hand
some profit. II your costs aren't ex-