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UKEKA ! Eureka ! " shouted Hit
conductor on the narrow-
gauge train , as it wheezed and
groaned up the final stretch of rail a
that terminates in Eureka , once a pop
ulous and thriving mining camp , whose
reputation ranks second only to the
famed Comst-x'k in the production of
gold and silver dollars , but is now only
a blotch of buildings crowded among
low hills of sagebrush. Half a dozen
people began the preparatory rustlings
their des
of weary passengers Hearing
tination.
When the train came to a halt at the
depot , Ira P.rooks and his wife climbed
down from the coach in the wake of
their fellow-passengers. The mission
whicJr lirought them from New Hamp
shire Slate to this Nevada camp was
not an extraordinary one ; .Jacob O.
Marley , brother of Jane Ellen P.rooks ,
had struck out for the West in the
early 'sixties , and after a desultory
correspondence for ten years with the
home folks , had ceased writing. In
his last letter to Sister Jan-1 he men
tioned the fact that he had discovered
a big silver mine in Nevada not stat
ing the exact location ; and from that
stirring epistle Jane i'.rooks formed a
glowing picture of Jacob as a bonanza
king of the wonderful West. His fail
ure to write since then worried good
Jane ; she imagined her brother ruled
by a jealous wife ; perhaps living in
extravagant luxury , or mayhap the
slave of his millions with not a mo
ment in which to pen a letter to his
fond sister "Jacob never did fancy
writing materials. " Mrs. Brooks
would not allow herself to think of
this absent brother as a poor prospec
tor , or the possibility of his departure
to realms above. When an old aunt
died , bequeathing to Jane a few hun
dred dollars , she immediately planned
a Western trip with no other thought
than to unearth the errant millionaire
Jacob. Of course Ira Brooks , her hus
band , should accompany her , and since
Jane's wishes were akin to law in her
own household. Ira and she soon began
their quest for Jacob O. Marley.
The twain had been whisked , and
jolted , and dragged to nearly every
settlement in Nevada. Stout old Ira
had seen such a surfeit of alkali plains ,
sagebrush hills , and uncouth mining
camps that even his dreams were of
distorted New England scenes , alive
with Nevada eccentricities. After
many weeks Glled with wild adven
tures , the couple picked up an old
scent of Jacob , and followed it to Eu
reka , at which place the narrow gauge
has already set them down.
Mrs. Brooks piloted Ira to the Brown
Hotel , and scarce waiting until the
stains and fatigue of travel were re
moved , the anxious sister made known
her errand by plying the citizens of
Eureka with questions.
"Jacob O. Marley , ma'am ? Why ,
sure I knowed Jake , " responded one
"Tip" Wortle ; "but last I seen of him
he say , ain't you heard about it ? "
"Heard about what ? Sir , I am Ja
cob O. Marley's sister , and I am look
ing for my dear brother. I say I am
looking for my dear brother. "
"Then you'd better prospect in that
tli.ir bone-yard , ma'am , for Jake he
got killed in a gun-light nigh outer
thirteen years back. " Tip Wortle blurt
ed out this information with the un
candor of hab
feeling a mining-camp
itue , calloused by a familiarity with
such minor details as impromtu duels
: u ( I tin like.
"Jacob killed ! Jacob dead ! " shriek
ed Jane Ellen Brooks. "And who kill
ed him ? I say , who killed my dear
brother ? "
'A chap called Steve Atwood , ma'ain.
/Jut you needn't feel so cut up ; why ,
before Jake keeled over he laid out
Steve purttier'n anything I ever seen.
Jane shrieked louder than before.
"I don't believe one word of it ! Jacob
wasn't the lighting kind. Dear Jacob
Lill a man ? Never. I say. "
"Wai , supposiu' you just inosey
through that grave-yard , ma'am , and
learn whether Tip Wortle's tellin1 you
what ain't so. " Saying which , Tip
indicated by a jerk of this thumb the
cemetery referred to , and turned on
his heel , leaving Jane and Ira Brooks
to digest the startling bit of news that
Jacob O. Marley had not only been
killed , but had killed his murderer.
"Ira , I will not believe that horrid
man. He has confused dear Jacob
with some one else , I say. "
"No telling , Jane , what might hap
pen In these uncivilized parts ; but sup
pose we do as this Wortle suggests ,
and look through the cemetery , " said
Iru , in a putting attempt to console the
shocked sister.
Jane acquiesced in a most woe-be-
gone manner , and the two trudged up
the unlovely street In the direction of
Ruby Hill burying-grounds.
When Nevada's great mining camps
were young , and roj'stering , devil-may-
care men frequented them , many
things were done that scandalize the
tamer generation ot this day , when
these tokens of an earlier epoch come
under its observation. Perhaps not
every live camp had Its calamity grave
yard ; but Eureka was not the only
early Nevada town with a section of
ground reserved for those men who met
with an untimely end , or to put it more
plainly ( jei ] with their boots on. At
any rate. Eureka had a turbulent , pis
tol-popping history , and the well-pop
ulated calamity plot is the most vivid
reminder of the days that are no more.
One would imagine that early Eure-
kans took a certain pride in the growth
and appearance of this particular plot ,
for nearly every grave is , or was , mark
ed by a head-board. And each board
bore some little , significant inscription ,
apropos of the when , how , and whyfore
of the killing.
But Eureka underwent the hard-luck
stage ; her mines dwindled to borrascas ,
and the faith of her stanchest citizens
was shaken. Consequently , interest in
the camp abated , and among othei
tilings neglected was the calamity
grave-yard neglected in this wise
that of fresh arrivals there were none ,
and more noticeable than this was the
decrease in the number of head-boards.
Whore thoy disappeared to was a mys
tery at first ; but the facts soon leaked
out that prospectors , who could ill-
afford to pay the exorbitant price
set on lumber , were appropriating
these "In Memory" slabs for
the purpose of staking out
claims. No uncommon thing to run
across a location monument , bearing
the locator's notice on one side , and
an inscription or epitaph to some de
parted man's memory on the opposite
one.
one.When
When the wave of renewed interest
in Nevada mines reached Eureka , Al
bert Ileehe and Alfred Deremer re
located an old claim of theirs , and
awaited a buyer. This property lay
conveniently near the grave-yard , and ,
as former location notices were nearly
obliterated , fresh ones were installed.
The new discovery monument was a
head-board , and at each of the four
corners of the claim a melancholy ,
grewsome grave-slab was imbedded in
the mount of earth thrown up as re
quired by the mining statutes of Ne
vada. Ileehe , being of a grimly hu
morous turn of mind , christened the
new location "Sacrilege Claim. "
Up the gritty and parched slope of
Ruby Hill climbed the portly Ira
Brooks and Jane , his wife. A warm ,
dry breeze puffed across the broken
desert-country ; it dried the tear-drops
trickling down Jane's cheeks , and burn
ed the florid face of Ira. Here , there ,
everywhere within the confines of the
cemetery , searched the relatives of Ja
cob O. Marley. They carefully scan
ned each mid every name on tomb
stones , rounded wooden slabs , and
nondescript sticks. No trace of the
lost brother no inscription engraven
in memory of him rewarded their
gloomy explorations. As a last resorr ,
husband and wife separated , each tak
ing a different course. The sun drooped
low in the shimmering blue sky , the
wind turned a shade cooler , and a bril
liant after-glow emblazed the weird ,
wild stretches of this Nevada land
scape.
"Ira : Ira Brooks ! I have found
him ! " Jane Ellen's wail cut sharply
through the dry , twilight air ; Ira
straightened up from a lowly position
he had assumed in reading a decidedly
queer epitaph , and , with his usual ef
forts hastened to join Mrs. Brooks by
the side of her brother's grave. "Oh.
Ira , it is true : Jacob is dead , dear Ja
cob is dead and buried in this wild ,
terrible spot. I'oor , poor brother ! "
Ira paused before the head-board
that was placed at the end of a long
mound of earth , and in black letters
upon the weather-staiiipd slab , he read :
In Memory
of
JACOB O. MARLEY.
Died March IS , 1S73.
Aged about 35 years.
Cool-headed and nervy to the last.
"Yes , this is poor Jacob's grave , there
is no doubt about it. Poor fellow , "
wheezed the breathless Ira.
"Oh , dear , oh , dear ! And why did
they bury him way out here Ira ? * '
Why , I say , didn't they bury him in
the grave-yard ? " sobbed Jane Ellen ,
mournfully.
"Who can tell what these savages
will do out here. But , see , his friends
must have respected him : "Cool-head
ed and nervy to the last , ' is written on
this slab. "
"The idea ! Why , dear Jacob was
devout and peaceable ; not a fighting
thing , as that must mean ! Poor broth
er ! Dear brother ! He shall not remain
in that grave , Ira. To-morrow , I shall
have his body exhumed , and we will
take him home and give him a Chris
tian burial in the beloved town of his
childhood days. "
Jane , having spoken these words ,
shed copious tears on the grave of
her brother , and then , placing her hand
upon Ira's arm , the couple walked
back to their hotel in the barbarous
village of Eureka.
Next morning the Brookses ascended
Ruby Hill ; with them were two blue-
shirted individuals , one of whom
trundled a push-cart before him , in
which were picks , shovels , and a long ,
coffin-shaped box. True to her word ,
Jane Ellen Brooks had made all prep
arations to remove Jacob O. Marley's
body from the unholy neighborhood of
the calamity cemetery. Arriving at
the barren spot , she pointed out the
grave to the worklngmeu , and directed
them to begin digging.
The men looked rather amazed when
* hey examined the mound , the imbed
ded head-board , and noted the staring
black " 3 N. E. Cor. Sacrilege Claim"
on the reverse side. But recalling
empty pockets , and the generous wages
promised , they began their job with a
vim. Deeper and deeper grew the four-
by-seven excavation ; higher and high
er they piled the clayey dirt and rocks.
Jane Ellen sat on the edge of the go-
cart , watching the opening of her long-
lost brother's grave ; Ira breathed
heavily beneath a big cotton umbrella
on the opposite side of the hold , and
above them the bright Xevndsi smi
glared down from a high , steel-blue sky.
The solemn silence was broken by
Jane's voice : "Ira , who are those men
coining this way ? "
Ira's near-sighted eyes photographed
a blurred mass of rapidly moving ob
jects upon his retina , and he became
j ' alarmed. "It's the town authorities.
.Tune , and they are going to stop us
' from exhuming dear Jacob ! " he ex
claimed.
"The idea , Ira ! Why , I got permis
sion to remove Jacob's body long be
fore you were up this morning. Those
are not the town authorities , I say. "
The men came on the run. There
were two of them , and their appear
ance was not in the least reassuring.
Guns bristled about them , and rough
clothes and scowling faces added to
their war-like attitude. The tall man
in the red shirt marched boldly up to
where Ira stood. A huge , hairy fist
shut off Ira's view to everything but
the same menacing fist , and two glow
ering eyes. "You , you varmint ! You
old red tub ! Think you're playing a
high hand jumping my claim in the
light o * day ? Say , old wad , just per
ambulate yourself and that female ,
and the rest of the kit off'u Sacrilege
Claim , 'fore we sacrifice two silly old
Yankees. Mosey , now : "
Alfred Deremer rolled forth the
words in a fierce tone ; his personage
fairly radiated wrath , and Ira Brooks ,
judging from the unsteadiness of his
knees , firmly believed an earthquake
was rocking the whole of Ruby Hill.
Thoughts of his own danger vanished ,
however , as a shrill voice drowned out
the bass growls of Deremer and Heche.
"Jumping on your claim ! Jumping
on Sacrilege Claim ! Impudent , boor
ish savage ! How dare you accuse me
of jumping ? If I did jump on your
claim , how could I hurt it ? Ira , Ira
Brooks , this creature has insulted me.
He tells me that I jump ! That I jump ,
Ira Brooks ! "
"Aw , you ain't so cute , madam. Tell
me what that there hole in the ground
means ? Ain't you smart Easterners
trying to get In on a good thing here ? "
queried Albert Heehe.
"Get In on a good thing ? Oh , oh ,
and right here at my feet lies dear
brother Jacob ! Insult me over my
own brother's grave ? " Rude , unthink
ing wretch ! "
"Brother Jacob's grave ? " interjected
Deremer , who had been listening to
Jane Ellen's tirade. Heehe caught
his partner's eye , and the two suddenly
lost their bellicose air.
"My brother. Jacob O. Marley , lies
buried here , and Mr. Brooks and 1 are
taking his body out of this unconse-
crated desert. Now , sirs , is that any of
your business ? I say "
"But , madam "
"Whjer er " began the two
prospectors in the same breath , but
confusion got thebetter of them , and
they looked strangely docile as com
pared with the authoritative despera
does of a moment previous.
"Of course , you are ashamed , sirs.
The idea of accusing a lady of jumping ,
in what way you mean , I can not im
agine. Oh , my dear Jacob ! Poor , for
saken brother that I should find him
lying here ! "
"You tell her , Bert , " whispered Der
emer , loudly.
"Can't you break the news , " an
swered Heehe.
Muttering a tragic "Well , here goes , "
Deremer explained just how it hap
pened that Jacob O. Marley's memo
rial slab did not mark the site of his
own grave , but the north-east corner
of their Sacrilege Claim.
Jane Ellen Brooks stared at the men
in mute horror. To steal a head-stone
from a grave was quite beyond her
immediate comprehension ; to realize
that it was her own brother's grave
that had been robbed was a frightful
shock to Jane.
"Then , pray tell us , gentlemen ,
where we may find Jacob O. Marley's
body. " The words came in a sarcas
tic wheeze from the portly Ira.
Neither one of the partners had the
faintest idea which grave in calamity
plot was occupied by Marley.
"You shall be arrested ! Imprisoned
for life , vandals , ghouls ! Oh. my be-
oved Jacob , lost forever , forever ! And
n such an ungodly spot ! Oh , dear , oh ,
dear ! " moaned Mrs. Brooks.
While this scene was being enacted
on the surface , the two men digging for
the remains of Jacob O. Marley had
been unusually quiet. Now one of
them pitched up a shovelful of quarts ,
saying : "Ladj' , they ain't no corpse
here , far as I can see ; but say , you
Deremer , what d'you call that fer rich
stuff ? "
Deremer and Heehe , always on the
alert for specimens , picked up some of
the rock , and what did they see but
flecks of yellow gold , freely speckling
the quartz. Jane Brooks , her husband ,
and her hopelessly buried brother were
forgotten. The partners danced a rat
tling breakdown , hugged one another
rapturously , and took on like foolish
school-boys.
"W What ails them , Ira ? Have
they been drinking ? I say , have those
creatures been drinking , Ira Brooks ? "
Albert Heehe answered Jane's In
dignant question : "No , you bet I
ain't drunk , madam. Hurrah for you :
Look here , did you ever see gold quartz
to beat the likes o' that ? We're rich ,
and you say , you didn't find no bu-
ied brother , but the richest gold mine
n all Nevada ! "
So carried away was Heehe that he
actually embraced the trembling , hor
rified Jane , hugged her , and then , in
his bubbling delight , fairly shouted :
"Madam , you gets half interest in this
vere bonanza. Half interest , and no
expenses ! We're all richer'u Croesus ,
) oys and girls. Hurrah for Mrs.
Brooks ! "
Well , so it turned out in the end , and
although it required a good bit of ex
plaining , of reasoning , and cajoling ,
Jane at last accepted papers that en
titled her to a one-half interest in Sac
rilege Claim , which proved to be as
wonderfully rich as the partners proph
esied. And , although Jane Ellen never
found poor , dear Jacob's last resting-
place , she did find herself a rich wo
man , whose heart warmed toward the
impetuous mining-camp people to such
an extent that Eureka still harbors not
only one indefinitely located Jacob O.
Marley , but Mr. and Mrs. Ira Brooks ,
Argonaut.
VALUE OF WIDE STREETS.
Tendency Toward Squalid Conditions
in Narrow Thoroiitrlifared.
A narrow residential street may be
a very attractive one if the houses
stand well back from the street line ,
with pleasant grounds about them. In
a growing town , however , the danger
from such conditions comes with the
inability to convert the street to busi
ness purposes or to erect more com
pactly disposed dwellings. If business
comes in , the transition is commonly
marked by jagged lines. Commercial
structures , often of a cheap and unde
sirable aspect , are built out to the
street , while the dwellings htand re
cessed back at irregular intervals. And
when at last the street is fully occu
pied for business purposes , it is alto
gether too narrow ; the ro.ulway and
the sidewalks are cramped , and often
a widening has to take place at the
public expense , if built up closely to
the line with dwellings , the street is
likely to lack air and sunshine , and the
tendency is toward squalid conditions.
An excellent remedy for these evils
is offered in the Massachusetts law
that empowers municipalities to estab
lish building lines at any desired dis
tance buck from the street line. When
such a line is established no buildings
can be erected on the intervening
space. The municipality acquires an
easement in this strip of land , which
can still be used by the owner for any
thing but building purposes , and on the
establishment of such a line owners
may claim damages , as in case of tak
ings for a street widening. It is , how
ever , commonly more of a benefit than
a damage to have property thus re
stricted , for it assures a more per
manently desirable character to the
street ; and in case a street widening
should ever be called for no obstacles
will stand in the way. By taking the
restricted steps there will be ample
room for the wider roadway and side
walks.
Ideals for attractive street planning
are to be found in many parts of the
United States. There is nothing more
charming as a rural street than that
of a New England village at its best-
lofty aisles of leafage , the trees with
feet in a carpet of turf at the side
walk border ; the houses , quiet and tin
obtrusive , standing well back , and
marked with the true home charac
ter , whether they are humble cottages
or abodes of the rich. The noblest de
velopment of such rural streets is to
be found in the old towns of the Con
necticut Valley and in Western Massa
chusetts. There the main highways
have an extraordinary generous width ,
often giving room for quadruple rows
of old elms and broad spaces of turf ,
the roadway requiring only a narrow
space in the total width of the thor
oughfare. Century.
TWO FACETIOUS MEN.
How a Persistent Author Finally Sold
Ilia Story.
This is the true story of two facetious
men. One is an author and the other
is the editor of a magazine. The author
is mentioned first , not because lie is of
more importance , but because he fig
ures first in the narrative. An author j
is never of more importance than an
editor until he gets a reputation , and
not always then. This author didn't
have the reputation , but he had enough '
persistence and nerve to answer all ,
purposes. He was trying to sell a story
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to the editor , but the editor didn't seem i
inclined to buy. Thereupon the author ,
threw down the gage of battle and b < > - j
gan sending the editor many messages
i
with his manuscripts , says the Brook
lyn Eagle.
"I am taking the magazines in turn
and it is your turn to buy , " he wrote on
one occasion.
"Two editors capitulated last week
and now I have plenty of leisure tc
devote to you , " was another message.
"You'll save yourself a lot of trouble
if you take this story , " was one of his
later threats , and he followed it with
this cold-blooded announcement : "Ev
ery editor that I have 'gone out after *
has had to surrender , and I'll get you
yet. "
He informed the editor that he was
strong and healthy and could not be
tired out : that he had eighteen stories
yet to submit and was constantly add
ing to the supply ; that he never did like
a man who balked when it was his turn ,
etc. Then the editor thought he would
try his hand at a joke , and he sent this
crushing message :
"We enjoy your letters very much-
more than we do your stories. "
This ought to have settled the author <
but it didn't. He came up smiling and
scribbled this beneath the editor's note .
"All right. I'll sell you the letters. " He
inclosed this with another story and ]
the editor took the story. His answer i
was laconic , but satisfactory. j ]
"We surrender , " it said. "Inclosed
please find check for your last story. "
Poultry for South Africa.
A good trade in poultry is now being
carried on between New Zealand and
South Africa.
Until noon , a boy works as if he got
up too soon that morning , and from
noon until night his mind is off plan
ning schemes for staying up late that
night
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joes not matter whether it rains or
; hines , or what misfortune come t"
t se possessing these blessings for
t ey are always sweet , serene and
That exquisite poise of charactei
putter. " New York Sun.
A small boy is never so industrious
is when it is time to go to bed.
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Wheo a Carthage father became si
b idly jagged a few nights ago tbafc
be could not walfc , his muscular son
threw him over his shoulder and
' totecl" him home much as he would
have carried a sack of flour an ex
hibition which tends to disprove the
theory that filial affection is decreas
ing. Kansas ( Jicy Journal.
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What a pity it is that a law pre
venting the birth of fools is Imprac
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