SI WHO 18 MINL. fhe who is mine, whose soul is all my awn 48 mine 1s hers, long loved and curly known, With what warm havds, with what a lov ing face, Bhie gives me welcome to this quiet place. This cottage hearth, where we two dwel alone. Conteut with slmpls duties simply done; And she, at least, of ny» ambitious race, She who is mine. Ab, ves; Life's va u results have come and gom; And the dry heart, like a cold kernel stone Within its withered pulp and shrunken cave, Might well have lost such fulness and such grace As ovrce it had, but for this love, Mill grown And resolute and pure, that she inth shows, Bhe who is mine, [The Academy. rs POPPIES DILE MMA. A biting wind has everything its own way out of doors to-day. It whirls aw uy in trinmph tho few brown leaves that v » anything now, since you have refused hin,” and I end with a regrotful sigh. Poppie gets up from the floor and, “Susan,” she “1 want to ask your advice,” I do my best to suppress my astonish. ment at this remark, for never before was BOYS, at any rate, of mo-—uand respond inquir. * Yes, dear?” “1 did not exactly refuse Mr. Harris - wait a moment until 1 have please!" —as | prepare to give vent to a “I said *No' over and ever again when he asked me; but—I don’t know why it was would not take ‘No’ for an answer per. haps''—-smiling a little —* ‘he was too con- honor he wished to confer He declared that a woman's shivering branches of the big copper beech opposite to the library window; it moans dismally in chimneys, whistles shrilly through loose fitting window frames, and, in short, makes itscif as disagreeable as possible. Bat I, sittiog in my favorite chair in the snug library, and with a new and exciting “‘vellow. back” in my hand, bid defiance to the weather, congratulate mysell that I have and need not go outside. I have reckoned without my host, how. wer, for before I have read more than two chapters of my book, I hear a door opencd behind me and a voice say in- quiringly; “Susan!” It is Poy pie, and I know she will want to talk. bend lower down over the fire, tend not to hear; perhaps she will go away agnin. Vain hope! She closes the door and comes toward me. “Susan!” she says again. “Wali?” 1 reply unwillingly and with- out turning or raising my eyes. “I want to talk to you,” says Poppie, coaxingly. “1 know did,” is my inward re. mark. “Well,” I repeat aloud, “what is is it about?” And still I keep my eves fixed on the page, devoutly praying that Poppie will repent of disturbing me when she sees how engrossed 1 am, and will ieave me in peace. But she does no such thing; on the contrary she kneels down upon the hearth rug beside me and lays her two hands upon my book. “Don’t read, Susan,” she says, in her pretty imperative way?! “I really have something to say to you.” YOu to take a week to think over the matter, and at the end of that time to write and give him my final answer. The week will be up to-morrow, so I must come toa speedy decision. 1 told him at the time difference, that my must : but now--| know-—porhaps he was right--I have thought and rethought until I am half distracted, and I don’t know in the least what to say to him, after all. now reply Susan, and I want you to help me.” “It is hard for me to advise you, Pop- pie,” I say slowly, after we have sat for some time in silence. ‘You see, | have never seen this Mr. Harris, and never What kind of a man is he?" “l don’t think he is anvthing out of my sister answers reflectis ely. “He is good- natured and generous after a fashion: he has an exalted opinion of his own merits his money; and-—yes, “But he is fond of you?" I Poppie smiles slightly. “Wall, yes, | think 80.” she replies; at any rate, he wo doubt considers that | should suit his purpose very well. wants some one to wear his diamonds for him, drive in his carriages and ll his great houses with smart people—in facet, to help to show off his woalth; and all that I could do very well.” “It would be nice to be rich, very and tarn to my sister. I do not know why or how it is, but [ always find my- self obeying Poppie with most exemplary meckness, “What have you to say?” signedly. “It is about something that happened while | was at the Nugeats,” begins Pop. pie ‘Oh, I'm sure you must have told me everything about that visit!” I interrupt impatiently. “Did I ever say anything of a Mr. Harris?’ “No, I think not I reply doubtfully. “Well, then, you must know he was staying there, too, nearly all time that I was,” says Poppie, sitting on the floor beaide me, her hands clasped round her knoos and her face turned towards the fire. “Hoe is a youngish-oldish man ~you know what I mean—no particular age—very tall and big, with a large round face, like a red moon more than anything elso. He is a retired merchant or manufacturer, and has Leaps of money, which be bas made in business. He hus a lovely place somewhere in the lake country and a splendid house in Park lane; and Mrs. Nugent told us he I asked re- -I don’t remember,’ ne i | year.” She pauses, and, taking up the poker, beging most unnecessarily to st.r the fire. “Well, is that all?” I ask after a short silence. ‘*Not quite all.” replies Poppie calmly, the poker upon a sputtering, fizzing log. “He aske? me to marry him.” She speaks with such utter unconcern “You are joking,’ taking up my “and I oh you care for my opinion on the subject.” “It isnot n jok truly it is not!” declares Poppie, drop- ping the poker with a clatter into the fender and turning round to me, “I am quite in oarnost, I assure you!” For a fow seconds I stare at her in silent amazement. Then she begins to laugh. “Is it then so surprising?” she asks, putting her lovely face close to mine and slancing saucily up at me. “Susan, do, or pity sake, shut your eyes and mouth! You look so utterly absurd!” “Well,” 1 ejaculated, ‘I must confess Iam surprised; 1 have not quite taken itin yet. But why did you not tell me of it before?” I add repronchfully. “You camo home on Monday last, and this is Thursday-—1 call it a shame!” “Bat, now that I have told do you say?” “I thirk it is by far the most delight- ful pieco of mews 1 ever heard!” | an. swerod excitedly. “To think that you will have twenty thousand a year and a house in Park lane and" “Stop, stop!” cries Poppie. “Yon are running on much too fast, Susan, for 1-1 did not ncoept him,” “Didn't ncoept him?” I echo blankly, “My poor susan,” says Pop io, langh- ing again as she puts her soft little hand upon mine, “are you terribly disap- pointed?” oo] am,” 1 re fully-—*‘dread ' 1 ery weathfully, “yellow back” again; you, what lied solemnly and mourn. ully disappointed! It would be, oh, so 9 Dies if iy: ware mur- rT such a ightfu man as this Mr. Harris sooms to be! Bat, ¥ \ | “Yes, | know that: but everything?” says Poppie. “Of course you could not be expected love him,” I begin hesitatingly. What an idea!” “But so many people marry for money nowadays; and voa don't—" | pause for a fow seconds, and then continue ner. “you don't love aay one else, | MOR, Poppie? : ’ suppose not.” she returns is money to “Of course not. sup .“ cause’ “Because sharply. “Becauss I once fancied I may have been wrong, and you must not be vexed with me if | was—but I did fancy there was something between vou and Jack Neville,” I blurted out desperately. scarlet and then she asks quietly: “What made you think so?” “Oh, I don’t know-—lots of things!” Ireply. “Yonhave been a great deal together all your lives, and—— Bat | suppose there was noth- what?’ she savs a little Poppie flushes frowns: n iT a i I was wrong; ng ' * Ng thing whatever —vou are quite wrong!’ sh but a my glance and moves restlessly in her chair, “Il amsorry,” | say stupidly, “I should have liked Jack for my brother in-law, and _ I come to a sudden stop, for Poppie has risen quickly from her seat and stands before me with angry oyvos and flushed cheeks. The next minute, how- ever, she presses her quivering lips to- gether and turns away, ‘You have wandered @ Gnawers, she oiia fro m the point “Wo were discussing Mr. Harris, not Jack Neville, and we do not seam to be get- ting any nearer to a decision.” “Suppose you write a letter and see tit fooks like!” | suggest, She walks over to the little writing pen into the ink. “Which ought I to put, Susan, ‘Dear oh Ee ““I'bat will depend, I think, on what I reply. “Try ‘Dear’ first, “What comes next, supposing this to prompt glibly, * ‘i regret that I must adhere to my former decision.” “It sounds just like a Polite Lotter Writer,” objects Popple; but I suppose 1 must put something like that;" and she writes it down. “It looks perfectly hor- rid, Susan!” she goes on plaintively. “Oh, why did I ever say that I would write? | had no idea it would be so dif. ficalt. If one could put just plain ‘Yes’ or ‘No,’ and sign one’s name to it, how much easier it would be!" “Try something else then; see what it would look like if you said ‘Yes.'” She takes a fresh sheet of paper, “] suppose it must be ‘M Doar this time,” she says, sighing. Well, Basan, I've committed i J far; but it seems more hopelessly hard than the re. fusal. How in the world am Ito word it?” WhileI rack my brains for a suitable sentence Popple gazes disconsolatoly out of the window. Suddenly the pen falls from her fingers and she pushes back her chair with a sappressed ex- clamation ns some one on a brown cob rides swiftly past the window, a “Who was it?” 1 asked eagerly, got- ng up. “It was Jack,” replies Poppie slowly. She has risen to her feet and stands with her hand on the back of the chair. “How nice of him to come over and seo us! I don't believe he jas bon here * upon the fire in anticipation of our | i visitor. But when I turned again toward | my sister I perceive that she has hurried | to tho door and is in the act of turning {the handle. “Poppies,” I ery, flying | | neross the room to her side, “where aro | | vou going?” {. “I have a headacho—I Oh, Busan, {let me go! You can tell Jack I was i { i i i sorry not to see him-~anything you like; but She pulls her arm from my de. | { taining grasp and opens the door for | flight; but she is too late—Juck Neville { is ulready standing on the mat outside. “How are you?" I say choerfully, as 1 hold out 8 welcoming hand to him. I have not seen you for so long that [ had olmost forgotten what you were like!” He laugh« a little as he shakes hands i | with me, and then turns quickly to Pop- | | pie, who is standing silently beside me with her eyes fixed on the carpet. “So you have come back at last!" he! BOYS, “It appears so,” sho returns, still with- | out looking at him. “Before you went away we quarrelled, Poppie, didn't we?’ ho goes on hastily. “Are we friends aguin now, or are we enomies?”’ Slowly Poppie looks up from the floor | to his fuce; then she colors o little as { she puts her band into his and answers nervously: “Let us be friends.’ “Well, Susan,” says Jack a little later, | a8 he stands with his buck to the fire sip- | ping hot tea, “*have you any news to tell me?” “No,” I reply, shakinz my head ns 1 { shut the lid of the teapot with a bang; “but | might have if “What an enigmatical remark!” he exclaims, laughing. “What does it mean? You might have if —what? “I am not sare if 1 may tell you" 1 | answer, casting a doubtful look at Pop- He, ‘Oh, then it concerns Poppie, this mysterious piece of news?” glances at her too. “May I tell?” I ask persunsis ely. “Certainly, if you wish to do 80,” re. turns my sister “Well, then, Jack, Poppie has had a proposal from a very rich man, and she | can’t make up her mind whether to ac- cept him or not. Isn't it odd?” “lun't what odd?’ “That she is not able to decide wha say to him, | § ! i does it, and he to Of course it would not be but then have h, everything she could possibly want; and, if that ber and make her happy forever after, as the story book says, what would? “What, ind 8 Jack slowly an thoughtfully, o love mate she would O sntiuf would not satisfy o.4 ‘As y 82% Ou say, dusan, i ery odd ” Ihave known Jack Nevi still I do aot Jui mn for childhood ; him. He has an sooming to agree with te 4 une one, an indescribable something and Wises a suspicion that quietness of face Bri nt he is one all the time, “* Ja k. I nin earnest,” I say, a little reproachfal He tarns to me quickly. “So am 1, Susan.” And as I look search im I ean. not detect the faintest glimmer of a laugl i on his g handsome f stoady eves {in gly ath ye Ce “Well, then, I wish vou would | Of course be for her to decide for Poppie. want to do what will ness “Of course.’ ‘but what way do Lio: : At this Poppie wd, coming over to the i down her empty cup and tarns to Jack ‘I assure vou l have no inclination one way or the other, she savs hurrie ily, with a faint. is little laugh: “I stand on perfectly neutral ground; it a matter of absolute indifference to me “That being the case, would it not the fairest and simplest way lots?" Jack quietly suggests “Uf course it would! How stupid to have thought of that before,” | ory, rising quickly and ronning over to the writing table. “I will just write ‘Yes’ on one piece of paper and ‘No’ on an. other, and then fold them in exactly the { same way.” When I return withthe neatly folded slips of paper in my hand | notice with some surprise that my sister is flushed { and that her oyes gleam excitedly, which soems strange in a person who hardly | five minutes ago declared herself por. fectly indifferent as to the upshot of the affair. ‘‘Now, then, Popple, will you draw?’ I say briskly. “I myself do not really { know which is which.” Quickly drawing back her dark head, | Poppie steps forward. Jack is standing | at a little distance bohind her, intently | 8 lin? rises from her ten table, noeryo in ha fo draw not watching as sho stretches out her hand | toward the paper that is to decide her | | fate. She on for n moment, touch. | ing the slips irresolutely, then her fingers | i close firmly upon one. | “I will take this,” she says, alittle ex- | | citedly, i | “Very Well. Now bo quick and open {it for I do not know which itis!” I cry { eagerly. | As she stands before me without mov- i ing all the pretty eslor fades out of her | face, “I am afraid to look,” she says, in a tone that is only a little louder than a whisper; then she tarns round suddenly | to Jack. “Will you read it for me?” she | says, putting the paper hurriedly into his hand and drawing a deep breath. Slowly oh, so slowly!-<Jack unfolds the little slip and roads the one word written on it. Poppio is trembling all j over, and hor eyes aro fixed on his face, - which wears a carious expression, such | ns I never saw there bofore. There is a short silence, and then Jack looks up, his eyes meot Popyie's eager ones and he laughs a little, “The Fates have proved themselves kind for once, at any rate,” ho says. “I must congratulate you, Poppie.” “You mean—what?” she says, and then stops, unable to my more. “You have drawn ‘Yes,'” says Jock, slowly, “Oh, how,” I begin eccsoatioally, bat got no further. What on earth has hap pened to Popplo and Jack? She has started forward with a sudden ery, and they are now staring at each other in the most oxtr way, while his face han become al as pale as hers. : across, ard then, throwing away the pleces, bursts into tears. “Poppie, Poppie,” I ery, dismayed at this most unexpected turn of affairs, ‘why, how can you be such a baby? Of SOUTRE YOu nea n't" " ’ But here Jack gently puts me aside and, coming close up to my sobbing sis- tor, calmly takes one of her hands in his “Poppie,” he says kindly, “do not dis- tress yourself, do not ery so. Did vou marry that man? And you sctually dared to say it was a matter of indiffer- ence to you when vou knew that I loved you, and when I knew Oh, Poppie, my darling, did you think I did uot know?” He is not satisfied now with holding her hand; he puts his arm around her and draws her pretty head down upon Lis shoulder. At this juncture it dawns upon me that my presence is most UNNECessary, And I am very certain that poor Mr. Harris will have to look out for an- IN MORTAL COMBAT, A Hunter Witnesses a Battle Be. tween Two Big Grizzlies. Professor Dyche, of the Kansas State University, is a great hunter and spends his summers among the wilds of the Northwest getting for the museum of the institution, During thefs trips he gots acquainted with all the guides and hunters the region in which he is hunting, and the result is that when any of these mon get to civil ization they cndeavor to call at the uwi- woimens of Oue of these men is now iu Lawreno on such a visit and tells a story of an ad venture which he of Washington had in the 10ountains which borders the which he is willing to lition he has evidenco that his story is incontroverti. The and his occupation is hunter and He lives in a where the gr bear grows to size 6 040 such ! § . A ble geatleman is George Ayres € tiles guide. COUNTY 122 iv ni enormous nd } % . £.:1 er Deen success nas hunter of the animals he bas killed two ur thiree The story he tell while he has nos i at between $CE he wit. refroat of tall i from the approach Aye ind = from n ore he bh f th gran 0 rs tells the Vv most ive it lasted atl about He was suprised zzily right in his to reach up at ing on Ayers } and there veard Bl Hosp ip another bear coining He thought he ne the two would starved own in ke ¢ Pp BAW toward hi ©. for a night of iim tl in it, y itil he his ora w Or some He fwn bears § one of is assisinnee for the not friendly We one came to was mistaken, h 3 ' were evidently them was poaching on Waroer, i Ha the other indoabtedly ight that i118 preserves for the animals mw vr each thy ¥ roare bent on fig hen ens witnessed ¥ Us of the wildest #soones «1 the u battle be The an. showed in soriintaine tween the kings of the fought with a skill wm both to be the victor previous conflict. They fore position and boxed with the de xterity of trained pugilists Suddenly one made a sara rosh the other and they were locked in an em brace that was terrific. They roared and howled and bit and clawed each other a most horrible manner, The wi was torn up, snall trees being in the struggles of the enraged By an awtul effort one tore away from the other, 1 then they begun their sat OG nh «¢ fie yo i 3 in wile place : uprooted brutes, ana sparring tactios again, but it was evident f the tackle. Round and round they went again until a second rash was made, It was evident that one They fought savagely, and biting After biting and clawing the fallen i { i THE JOKER'S BUDGET.! JESTS AND YARNS BY PU OF THE PRESS. NXY MEN | A Futile Ex. periment—Not the Office He! Wanted —Had Seen Better Days— | Often Longed For, Ete., Ete, A MAX OF THE WORLD, =- BDeggar-—Please, sir, will ye lend me o Gentleman-—You've got a quarter in | What's that for? Beggar That's ter tip th’ waiter. A FUTILE EXPERIMENT, i When I proposed to her | thought | hole in his ham and ate away a great por. tion of the Hesh. mountain, leaving Ayers alone. Ayers got down and skinned the dead grizzly, and now has the hide with the was true. The skin measures story soven feet across its broadest place. Ayers says it weighed not less than 2,000 pounds and was as large as the largest bull he ever saw. He has had the skin prepared for a rag with a hole in it, and this hole opportunity of telling his story.— [New York World. How to Eat an Egg. Let the lover of a good egg-—the one who can eat eggs every morning all the year round, and who rejoices in the real egg flavor--stand the beloved article on end in a small egg-glass and then, ever 80 cautiously, tap on the other end until a hole is made. Lot him, still proceed. ing cautiously, take off the broken shell until there is a bare white surface ex- about the size of « five-cent ploce. Now, with an egg spoon or nn after-din. itor coffee » ¢ puncture the urfaos of the egg, and, after dropping in a piece of a about us gt » : white bev let him chop up the entire egg until it rests in its shell, all cut up and ready to be eaten, It is still deliciously hot, and has parted with none of its b Jriatine love- liness. Just as soon us well Piopared it should be eaten, befure it has had time to Those who eat in way to their gl 4 who the paper we is hol them ald do well to : I didn’t get it: { After deseribing my condition and prospects I said: “Will vou have me? “Yes,” she said. “Thank you,” said I. “You're welcome,” said she “You are very kind to s iy 80," I said “Not at all,” she answered “I am very grateful,” I add “Don’t mention it,” she said. I let it go at that, | it was [New York Press. NOT THE OFFICE ed, saw no use, HE WANTED, “What's the matter with Glumm these days that he looks so sour?” “Things have gone wrong with him lately. He has been trying to get up a benefit club for some time and it ganized the other night, and they him president.’ ’ “Well, wasn't that No, wanted to [New York Press, Wis Or- made what he wanted?" be treasurer.” T he HAD BREEN Mr Well are gettin’ along ! lL 'ncle Eph Oh, 1 m goitin’ als ng fine Its a mighty poor day | don’t make two or three dollars, Mr. Seliit You PAYS .ph, ! Sel how it You must be "Si pay me that HIRO $ OWE me Unole Eph--Well to-day Mr. Sellit a lot Harper's Bazar cusa een ne havin of mighty Mr No u i Mamma, skin is as smoot © papa a. parks it at all Mn nmns Meeks i o it, my pet Little Torro But vou said the had b Pp king hi (New on hear the in Before they wed he used to rave Abo it her voive of bird-like piteh, "Twas soft and mello you know, ¥ fan But when fn That Ww then, iT s truth of both r she still was rich; she k they bone, 3 OF 11, soup and " ri A 3 : changed vitch, and 8! talks In rich the i now 1 dark brown tone {New York Herald, and h mvs A BEASTLY LOW prLA after receiving the Let Chappie fare from the waiter heah Chollie Rat ot iis What faw? Chappie his is a beastly low place. Chollie-—~How do you know? Chappie The bill of fa-ah lish, dontcherknow, is in Eng- FANE Mr. Hamm How did the audiences sirike you out West this time. Fatter? Mr. Fatter—Same old way —with eggs. OLD WAY. XO GOOD REASON. Fretty Cousin—Your friend Dr. Lan. cot passed me down town to-day without even a bow, He-—Oh, well, you know he's awfully absent minded. He's so completely de. voted to his surgical practice, Pretty Cousin-—Bat that's no reason why he should cut mo.—{New York Herald. A MISAPPRENESSION, “Why, Edwin,” exclaimed the tearful | bride, “you certainly told me before we i i me all the pin money 1 wanted.” “Yea,” said Edwin, gloomily; “I know I did; but 1 didn't suppose yon meant diamond pins.” [Somerville Journal. FRAGRANT FLOWKRS, i Florist—Hers take this oart.load of flowers to the Highstyle Opera House,” | New Man—“Yessir., What shall 1 A“ i i “Unload ‘em at the front entrance, and | give "em to the ushers to present to the prima donna after the curtain falls on the | third net.” “Yessir.” “Then reload ‘em at the stage door and bring ‘em back again.” {Good News, HaRy, “What is the sweetest thing in all the world?” My sweetheart asked, then heaved a tender sigh And stole a glance at me that plainly said, “I'l be offended if it is not 1.” A HANDY TOOL. Mrs. Blinks—~Where in the world is Mr. Blinks’ revolver? 1 forgot to take it from under his pillow this morning. New id (a recent arrival)—What's it like, mu : “It's about so , with a crook at one he Iuight silver,” NE CAN'T ARE WHY HE SHOULD. “Honor thy father and thy mother.” in a commandment which sounds like hols "w #0 except “discipline, is sont down to is passing the house, [New York MIBK EATER “Phey teil father “You,” “Are you setting up tho cigars?” No, LITTLE you JOKE, ne are happy 11 I'm sitting up nights.” A ZUED EVVORT. Charles —I'm trying as hard as I ean, £, to get ahead, Clara—Well, goodness knows, Charles, you need one badly enoagh, CAUBE FOR LAUGHTER. Jessio— What are you laughing about, Before Chappie went away he told me whenever 1 felt sad to think of him. Boersie HUMAYX NATURE CROPE OUT. “Those two dogs across the street look ns if they were spoiling for a fight. Whe owns them? The mongrel cur with the vicious look belongs to u neighbor of mine. The hand- some, intelligent looking animal belongs WEAVING A HAIN, Rosalie— How is your new beau? LUrace—Oh, he promises well. } i: . y Rosslie warningiy {yet him to write, fn 1 Pe bie 3 5 ny aear, get him tu write, THE MOUN WAY WAYIXG At different times Willie had been told 2 ot 1 {a of the man the and that the moon is a green cheese. Putting the two x xeinimed in moon, ogether, he a0 evening: “The man in the moon must be very hungry thes “Why, dear? “He has eaten alinost all the THAT “He called me the | said i] me, I arse is wd Dear Ww Lr mw AY lew birth vot, inderstand Born 20th of February.” The Tomb of Paul and Virginia. 1 that sweet and and Virginia,” founded be the an English. has resided in the Island of ry ys Paul haracters of flesh and ecatures of the However, it is in history were the author of east of a =mall island, ty niles square, known ss Mauritius, wen it by white men re were no traces of former possession Datel first settied became productive : the French possession of it and finally the En. obtained control. Now Mauritius is inhabited by the Duteh, the French, the English and a horde of Chinese labor. © black slaves of the sugar planta~ tions, On this island is seen to-day the tomb of the unfortunate lovers, Paul and Virginia. It well authenticated piece of history oa tho island that thess two lovers belonged to two well-to-do French families there. Virginia, who i and artless, was beautiful, and sent to France be edueated. iT] Many who h Ae in : ny, Te le love = “Pau hat it is really h said to He in Ihe nus W HiRinson CUTS, BLYS and no ' Or Boveisis imaginal; not denied that th shed artist ’ 1 qHnbeils by iles rst found wus 1 of any people : The thie anda it gpol in raising = +” § 3 is.ana, a FOP frre IEA on * rs and is Aa young, to wealthy and titled Frenchman, bat she offer and remained true to the simple swain, Paul, of Mauritius, She started home on the ship St. Jeban, but the vessel was wrecked in a harri- cane when in sight of Mauritias, and ber lifeless body was washed ashore. Among reverence by the inhabitan's as n moun ment to their enduring love.—{Ch icage Herald. Bailt a Town in a Day. “There's nothing like it-—when people go wild over a mining discovery,” said F. C. Brampton, of Salt Lake, Utah, at the Tremont House. ‘One day last August a town literally sprung up in one day at a place forty or fifty miles where prospectors dis. A sheep. ierder picked up a nugget of silver one day and prospectors took the cue and soon strack a rich find. The excitement spread and one morning when the sun rose on the mining camp only one small cabin was seen, but when the sun set that day two or three hundred people had rashod in with tents and carpenters were putting up shanties and frame houses and stores. The town was called La Plata. Tho place is alive with ors yor, and the town is likely te ve a boom. The day I aft Salt Lake a strike at La Plata was re that assays thirty ounces silver and two and joy ounces The onm is 3 pros ve . soon be in operation. Claimants are working Svary day and some ore is being jiinde read y t. The stage » w, ny, am "i that it
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