The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1926-04-15

county jail. He worked in leisure
ly way, smoking his short pipe and
breaking out now and then in a stave
Of some rollicking Irish ballad From
time to time, as he dumped his car
he would examine a piece Of rock, but
this was largely from force Of habit
One day Tim made certain meas
urements at the end of the corridor,
and informed the sheriff that the ex-
cayation had progressed far enough
for the beginning of another cell, and
that official, to oblige Tim, told the
latter to go ahead on the CELL But
before the work had proceeded far
1t was discovered that Tins time was
out, so he shook hands with the sheriff
and walked away. 1t was noticed,
however, that he did not depart as
usual for the mines, but hung about
town. He was seen lettering about the
courthouse, where he spent some time
porting over records. One day he
offered a document for record, which
proved to be what is known in min
ing law as '1ocation certificate. =
This certified that one Timothy Hooli-
gan had on that day located and
claimed certain mining claim, by
right Of discovery and location, to be
known as the "Hooligan Lode" with
all its dips, spurs, angles and varia
tions,p with all the metes and bounds
duly specified But the recording of
this class of documents was such a
common occurrence that Tins filing
caused not SO much as single com
ment, the clerk receiving and record
ing the document in the most per-
functory manner possible.
But when Tim appeared at the
sheriff's office the next day the sheriff
was not little surprised to see him.
Tim greeted the official with some
what studied formality and requested
his ear in private. When the door
of the inner sanctum had been closed
the sheriff motioned Tim to chair.
Mr. Cheruff," said Tim, quite
solemnly, sit becomes me unpleasant
job to requist We to vacate"
'vacate! vacate what?" cried the
astonished official.
sThe country bashtie."
"The county what?'
"The country bashtile; the country
Jail, Mr. Cheruff.'
why, Tim what do you mean?
Have you gone crazy?''
"Divil bit of it, Mr.. Cheruff; I've
joomped the claim"
"Oh guess not"
'An' ! guess Wis"
'But the claims all right, tell
you cried the sheriff emphatically
Have you patent?H asked Tim,
not bit disconnected.
why, yes; that is, ! suppose the
county attorney has one in my name"
Hadn't yez betther make shure av
it,"
'WelIl Well Tim, / must look into
this Please excuse me-" and, the
sheriff seized his hat and rushed out
Sure enough, Tim had jumped the
claim whereon the Jail was located
and in law his claim was valid, for
the county attorney had neglected to
carry out the commissioners instruc-
lions. So the next thing was to Sc
cure some kind Of compromise; and
after considerable jangling Tim con-
scented to lease the Jail privileges to
the county at an annual rental Of
one thousand dollars, reserying the
privilege himself Of operating his mine
for the first year through Corridor No.
l, and a contract was entered into
to that effect
Hooligan. while at work on the ex-
tension of Corridor No. 1, had struck
one Of the richest veins of copper
ore In the West, and year after
wards sold out to the great copper
trust, for the neat sum of one hundred
thousand dollars and is now leading
the life of a "thrue Irish gintleman."