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17 THE BEOOEXYN DAILY EAGLE SUNDAY, JULY 25, 1897. FUN IN THE EXCHANGES. THE LONDON THEATERS. ANOTHER MINING CAMP. luck in this desert," said he.

"There's nothing here. It's all blow and brag. I've spent all my earnings, am worn out, and want to get away. What will you give for the pick of my mining prospects?" Not having heard the English language on the stage for years I was much surprised at the practiced formal accent, the forced pronunciation which has been done away with long ago on the French stage. It might be called the romantic pronunciation.

Not only every unimportant word, but every unimportant syllable is pronounced as if the vital part of the play depended on its being emphasized. Now at the Comedle Francalse. in all good Paris theaters, the pronunciation is natural. When a man says "Shut the door," he says it naturally, not as if he were uttering forth a rattlesnakes are not to be found on the alkali plains except In midwinter. No not even the most reckless of prospectors, ever attempts to go through Death Valley nowadays in the summer months.

But one day some mining prospectors did go into. the locality of what 1b now Randsburg, and they found that the unpromising hills were seamed, underneath the earth, with immense veins of rock, bearing specks of gold. That was enough. The secret came out a few months later, notwithstanding it was closely guarded. Forthwith there began the new stampede to the new gold fields.

In February seven mines at Randsburg, none of them more than 140 feet In the ground at that time, yielded ore worth $168,000. Last month the same mines sold ore to the value of $285,000. Development on a dozen new mines has been started there this month, and it is fair to believe that astonishing showings of ore will be made by June. The Rand group of mines ((the original mines there) have several times yielded ore that assayed over $2,200 a ton. In the last week in April the Wedge mine sold a ton of ore for $1,435, and in the same week its total output of pay rock amounted to $41,300.

The Rand group began shipping ore about the middle of last November, when the first mill was put up at Garlock, twelve miles away. Some of their ore shipped to San Francisco yielded $176 per ton, while some milled at Garlock went $237 per ton. The ledge3 in these mines are very wide and easily worked, and probably, taken as a whole, would not mill over $40 per ton. The Good Hope, Wedge and Butte are all on the same ledge and all are being worked successfully, and ail are very rich mines. The Good Hope is at the west end of the three, and is owned by Kenyon and his two sons, who are all miners.

They superintend the work themselves. The principal shaft is down 135 feet, with drifts east and west at RANDSBURG IS THE LATEST Eli DORADO OF THE WEST. It Lies in Southern California, Forty two Miles From a Railroad, at the Western Edge of Death Valley, but Is Turning Out a Great Crop of Millionaires. (Los Angeles, June 19 A now lot of millionaires will probably be developed In the wonderful new mining field at Randsburg on the Mojave Desert In the next few years. A half dozen men aTe taking out of the ledges of gold bearing rook that have lain through all time 'beneath the burning desert sands for some one to come and claim the hidden treasure, tens of thousands worth of precious ore every month.

There has not been such, general and intense interest in any new gold mining field in the Southwest for more than twenty years as there is throughout California and Arizona to day in the golden ledges that are developing at Randsburg. Eleven, years ago all the miners In this region were excited over the newly found gold quartz mines In Harqua Hala Mountains in northwestern Arizona and along the Colorado River. Several thousand menof all ages and donees then quit shops, stores, offices and homes to rush across the country to Harqua Hala only to find that the few valuable mines had been located before they had heard of the find. Hundreds of miners went to get rich In Lower California in 1890. The stampede 'to Tombstone in 1879 is famous in the annals of American gold mining.

But in spontaneity and in Intense eagerness hard work and some privations, found, near Squaw Springs, gravel that yielded $7 to a ton, hut there was no water, and it was useless to attempt dry washing on such a claim. Langdon abandoned further efforts to seek a gold mine in such a God forsaken country and went back to Los Angeles. Mooers and Burcham stuck to the search. For eleven months they traveled about in a lumber wagon, drawn by mules, across the desert, among the mountains and along the foothills. Every day they prospected from dawn unitil dark.

Many times they were about to give up because of the fierce climate they had to endure and their suffering for food and water on many days. One night in October of 1895 Mooers and Burcham slept in a desolate dry canyon. The next morning, while they were foraging for grease roots with which to cook their breakfast, Burcham came across a hit of protruding rock. He went back to the wagon, got his hammer, as he had done thousands of times before with not the least success, and whacked off a chunk of the rocS. He and Mooers looked It over.

The gold was stacking out in plmhead particles. The men could hardly believe their eyes. Another chunk was knocked from the butte. Mooers and Burcham sat down and looked it over with their pocket magnifying glasses. "Burch, we've struck it," cried Mooers.

"There's no need to look further. All we've got to do is to shovel the whole mountain to a stamp mill and barrel up our gold." It is hardly necessary to add that there was no further thought of breakfast in that camp that day. The assayer in Los Angeles subsequently found that the first chunk of rock taken out there was worth in gold $9.50. It was the size of a large cabbage. In the subsequent weeks Mooers and Burcham kept their find a secret.

They went over and over tho mountain until they knew all the best ledges in It. They called in an experienced miner, named John Singleton, and with him located some eight mines there. Then they made sure they had a clear title to their property and were its owners. Last May the claim to the mines was perfected, and the mining firm of Mooers, Burcham, Singleton Reddy was incorporated. The company has spent thousands of dollars in tunneling and sinking shafts into its best ledges, and has thus developed the Olympus, Yellow Aster and Trilby mines more than the others.

All last summer the mountain sides yielded ore that averaged $143 a ton, and on some days it ran into rock that was worth over $180 a ton. The firm keeps it business secret, but the story goes about RANDSBURG. intervals all the way down. No stoping has been done, and all the ore milled has gone $100 per ton or more. The owners will not bond and would only sell at very high figures.

The Wedge, lying between the Good Hope on the west and the Butte on the east, is owned by Rogers, Pepper and Allan, and is produc ing more bullion than any mine in the district. The shaft is down 90 feet, with drifts on each side. The ore runs $115 per ton at the mill, and a run of fifty tons made recently returned $8,000. The result of the week's run was some more. This property has recently been capitalized and a company formed, with 500,000 shares at $1 each.

The Butte, the last to the eastward, haB been extensively worked with ore of the same rich character as the Wedge and Good Hope. It has just now been sold for $180,000. The St, Elmo mine lies out on the flat, open desert, six miles south of Randsburg, and Is really three mines in one location, as there are three parallel ledges of almost equal slzo and richness lying within the limits of the 600 feet allowed" for each claim. The ore from this mine is not quite as free milling as the others mentioned, but it js of equal richness, and from all surface and geological Indications gives promise of being a valuable property. It has recently been capitalized at $1,500,000, with a strong company in control, and the mine will be thoroughly developed.

It sold for $110,000 in January. In February it yielded ore that brought $24,500, and all this with a shaft but 134 feet into the rock. There are over eleven hundred other mines located in and about Randsburg. Altogether some thirty two hundred claims have been made. Less than one hundred of them have ever had any development.

For miles about Randsburg every outcropping of rock has been claimed as a mining prospect, and in the canyons among the hills one may see stakes by the hundred, each bearing a piece of paper stating by whom and when it was claimed, under the United States mining laws. Hundreds of claims have been made by men and youths who had not the simplest knowledge of what constitute favorable prospects in gold mining, and have been abandoned a few days or a week after they were made. All the old time mining men of the coast The wicked sister, however, having been born in Chicago, could not wear the goldon slipper. "Yes," answered the father, reluctantly, when tho prince asked him If he had another daughter, and then Cinderella came from th kitchen. She wore the golden slipper very comfortably, and the prince made her his wife.

It is not known precisely what this legend Is designed to expound. Possibly it is tho fact that the girl who marries usually has to go and put her foot in it; or else the fact that the girl who doesn't, simply can't. Detroit Journal. Careful weighing shows that an ordinary bee. not loaded, weighs the five thousandch part cf a pound, so that it takes five thousand bees to make a pound.

But the loaded bee, when he conies in fresh from the fields and flowers, loaded with honey or bee bread, weighs nearly three times more. Golden Days. "I suppose." said the stern parent, "you know that the man who takes my daughter takes her as she stands, without a penny." "You don't say so," replied the impetuous' lover; "in that case I should be doing the dear girl a great wrong. I love her too well, sir, to take her under such conditions." And the stern parent embraced the impetuous lover and folded him to his breast and sold unto him, "You are the man I have been looking for. You are an easy going liar and you have tact." Boston Transcript.

A victim of street car pickpockets determined to get even with them, so he put into his pocket a pocketbook containing only a slip of paper, on which were written the words: "This time, you rascal, you've lost tho reward of your labor." He got into the same street car and waited, resolved to have the first pickpocket that meddled with him arrested. Twenty minutes passed and nothing happened and. tired of waiting, he got out. having assured himself that his pocketbook was safe. Ho opened it and In place of his white piece of paper was a blue one, which he unfolded, and read as follows: "What a sly Joker you are." Tit Bits.

"The chief end of man seems to be to get something for nothing," said the young man who was striving to conciliate his best girl's father. "Too true." mused the old gentle man. "For instance, you are trying to get my daughter for yourself." Detroit Free Press. Young Artist (who has had all his pictures rejected) I don't see why they didn't hang my work. His sister I guess they thought hanging was too good for it.

Brooklyn Life. Geraldine I'm suspicious of that Mr. Barker. Genevieve Why? Geraldine You know he claims to hail from Chicago? Genevieve Yes. Geraldine Well, we had him out to tha house to dinner, Sunday, and do you know, ha actually took his soup from the side of his spoon! Cleveland Leader.

"Do you carry bicycles the wheelman. "Oh, yes," replied the railroad official; "but we charge a slight extra consideration for your bicycle suit. Its noise jar our rolling stock to a certain extent, you seat. Philadelphia North American. "I tell you, Mrs.

DInkley Is carrying this new woman business too far." "How's that?" "Why, she even makes her husband sit In front when they go out on their tandem now." Cleveland Leader. Lawyer Where Is that sign, "Back In ten minutes?" Boy Tho man in the next office borrowed It. He said ho wanted to go to the ball game. Exchange. "And the postage is more for open than for sealed letters?" faltered the Spirit of "tho Past, incredulously.

"Certainly." the Individual in Power replied, with fitting scorn. "It's more work to handle an open than a sealed letter." The reader will readily conjecture that It was now the era of equality; art, science and the fourth class post offices were open to both sexefi, and woman far from being merely the better half, was tho whole thing. Detroit Journal. "Is there an opening here for an intellect al writer?" asked a seedy, red nosed individual of the editor. "Yes, my friend," replied the man of letters; "a considerate carpenter, foreseeing your visit, left an opening for you.

Turn the knob to the right. London Tit Bits. Mrs. Martini You were drunk when you got home this morning. James says he practically had to carry you up stairs, and you gave him a dollar to keep quiet.

Martini Did I give that lunkhead a dollar? Mrs. Martini You did. Martini Then I guess I must have been drunk. Philadelphia North American. A Greek fruit dealer stopped a pedestrian to whom he was known and asked: "Well, how my country to day?" "Gone up," replied the pedestrian.

"No hope for her." Ths fruit dealer looked thoughtful as he slowly polished an apple, and then said, with a sigh: "Ah, Greece no good no more. I no go there; I stay In 'Merica and sell vote and fruit." Atlanta Constitution. "Opportunities," said Uncle Eben, "Is pretty sho' ter come ter ebry man. But It's a mighty good idee, Jes' de same, fob. him ter hustle roun' an' send out a few invitations." Washington Star.

Love's young dream: Young man (gazing dreamily at the candy case In a fancy grocery store I 1 wish to ge: something real nico for a a young lady, but I hardly know what to select. Gncer (briskly) Very young? Young man 'Bout seventeen still going to boarding school. Grocer Yes, sir. John, show this gentleman to the pickle counter. New York Weekly.

"Pretty Polly!" said the lady. "Can Pollji talk?" "Polly," replied the Boston parro "can converse." Indianapolis Journal. TOO POLITE. "Really, Mr. Jones, I must say you aro about the most original man I have ever met; you haven't said a single word about the weather." "Well, I couldn't say what I think about the weather in the presence of a lady." Lon don Sketch.

EMMA BULLET COMPARES THEM WITH THOSE OF PARIS. Finds the Houses Superior, but the Per formances Less Good Irving's Napoleon and the Formal English Pronunciation Seem Strange to Her. Ragle Paris Bureau, 26 Rue Cambon. Paris, July 3, 1S97 One of the principal reasons why I wanted to go to London was to visit the theaters and see how they compared with those of Paris. I was delighted with the buildings and the halls; they are better ven tilated and more comfortable than those of Paris.

In those In which there are fewest boxes, In which the rows of stalls are con tiguous, the coup d'ceil is much more charm ing. The boxes in the first, second and third tiers give a stuffy appearance to the bail, and the long graduated rows of men and women la evening dress are such a beautiful sight that I wonder why the French, who generally have good taste, do not thus arrange the seats. The English managers know what they are doing when they forbid bonnets, not only In the orchestral stalls and parterres, but In the boxes and higher tiers of seats. Well illuminated, nothing is more beautiful than to see all the women in light evening gowns, bare headed, the cooler looking that they are the more undressed. It is a good habit to adopt and nothing Is easier than the doing of a thing when you know you cannot do otherwise.

When looking at these finely dressed wom en, I wondered why managers in other coun tries have trouble to have women come to the theater bareheaded. It is only a case of habit and obstinacy; more the latter than the for mer. A woman might march out of a theater once if requested to take off her hat; but she would make cheap of her obstinacy when the same theater gave a piece which she really wanted to see or to which some gentleman with whom she was anxious to go invited her. I admire the way the halls and entrances of some of the theaters are furnished and or namented. It makes them homelike to have carved bagrettes, vases with fresh flowers.

artistic pictures hung on the walls. In this regard, the English have better taste than the French, for these leave the narrow halls In the possession of the tormenting ouvreuses, who have them resemble second hand clothing shops with the hanging of cloaks, coats and other articles of wear. The liability to accidents in case of fire is not so great in an English theater. Seeing on all the walls "way out" placarded, you can not make a mistake in directions, and there are extra doors opened for daily exit, not closed, and to be opened in case of emergencies and when accidents have already oc curred. So much for the halls.

Now for the stages. I was surprised to see how many translated French pieces were being given in London; and I am told that it is they which meet with the greatest success. With the ex ception of the Lyceum Theater, the sceneries are not superior to those cf Paris, but the cos tumes are generally finer. In "A Marriage of Convenience," one of the elder Alexander Du mas' plays, given at the Haymarket, the cos tumes were magnificent. The time of Louis XV lends itself to fine dressing, both for men and women; but those of these actors and actresses were veritable copies of costumes you see in portraits in museums, and no ex pense was spared to have the materials and embroideries made Identically the same.

In London, as in PariB, the men play better than the women. There seems to be a dearth of good actresses at present. There are any number of men in both countries who are satisfied to play the first parts without claiming the name of star who would not fail to take the title if they were women. Actresses are not content to work for art alone; their ambition Is to be considered superior to a certain one on whom they have an eye, and to move from place to place and become universal in reputation. The others generally are not much above mediocrity, and the places which ought to be occupied by students of histrionic art, who love acting because it is an art, are few.

There ought to be more actresses whose ambition it is to follow Ellen Terry's ex ample. Here is an actress who is conscientious, who studies to admirably play all the parts given her in the ensemble of a company, in partnership with an actor who has a greater reputation and who does not deserve it, and stifl has no idea of flying off alone to foreign parts or to another theater to stand alone as a star. I was sorry not to bo able to see Ellen Terry and Irving in any other play but that of "Mme. Sans Gene." As for the first, it is not necessary to see her in many plays to judge of her excellence. She was to my mind superior as Mme.

Sans Gene to Rejane. Ellen Terry has true naturalness. In the first act of the play she is the most realistic and the most natural of any actress it has been my privilege to see. In the pathetic parts she is real without nervousness, nor does she seem determined to have people cry unless they are moved by true feeling. She is also an actress who must have an ensemble to play well; she must be in sympathy with all of her surroundings, and without that feeling I hold that no actress can do herself justice.

A Btar reminds mc of an exclamation point without a sentence to precede it. As for Irving, he is simply grotesque in the part of Napoleon. If he were playing under any management but his own he would long ago have been given his walking papers. He struts and sputters, and there is no meaning in one or the other. They tell me that his reputation lies in the management of properties and sceneries, but ho has invented nothing wonderful in that, and if he had, there were others beforo him who were as ingenious and were not rewarded with universal renown.

There is only one way of explaining Irving's reputation; it is the mania of the English to make celebrities of certain men aul women without having serious reasons for doing it. It is with Irving as it is with a number of singers, the English worship him without being aware that they arc bowing beforo a false god. I doubt whether such a celebrity could be made in any other country than England. The English, if they are anything, are loyal, and they are loynl to thoir opinions even after they have found their opinions, with time, have become ridlo vlous. In the St.

James Theater, whore "The Prisoner of Zen da" is being played, there is a young American actress, a M1ss Fay Davis, who promises to have talent. She is simple and graceful, she has a beautiful voice which can be trained to be as golden as Sarah Bern hardt's. With study she may become remarkable In Shakspeare's ideal young women, in Rosalind, Juliet. When I alluded to good English men actors I had George Alexander in mind. Like Irving he Is both manager and actor, but unlike Irving he plays well.

One must go to Loudon during the season to see and hear the most incongruous things. Everybody wants to say that he has been in London and performed during the season and the English seem very good natured about It and spend days and sleepless nights In listening to those who come from the four quarters of the globe to perform. In the Daly theater for several days a Vienuose company played in German, "Untreu," a play translated from the Italian. Now think of the mixture, a company playing an Italian drama In German in London before an English audience! London is made to stand anything during the Beaaon, Koehn knew no more about what good pros pects were than the Englishman, but felt sorry for the young fellow and merely to cheer him up said ha would give him $10. The offer was gladly accepted.

The Englishman said he had been told by reliable miners that the Winnie mine, named after a sweet heart In London, was the most promising and he advised Koehn to take that. The legal transfer of the claim to 'the property was made in a half hearted way, for Koehn believed he was merely doing an act of chari ty. The next day the Englishman went away on the stage to Mojave and has never been heard from since. Three weeks passed and when Koehn got an offer of $1,000 down for the claim he thought it was worth looking after. He hired experienced miners to try the rock.

A tunnel has been blasted 70 feet into the ledge and Koehn has taken out over $17,000 worth of ore. He has never had any offers for the property because It is not developed, but he believes there is enough ore at $21 a ton to keep a thirty stamp mill run ning for a few years and that he has a mine worth fully $500,000. The story of how Mrs. Polly Edwards came into a fortune at this wonderful Eldorado on desert sands at Randsburg, is another illus tration of how Dame Fortune sometimes beckons people lnito strange places. Mrs.

Edwards kept a little lodging house in Los Angeles. She was a poor, hardworking widow who had toiled for years. Among her roomers were several young men, who were far behind in their pay. One day last July she found they had suddenly left town and had left her bill for $70 unpaid. Along in last October she heard that her roomers were at Randsburg, where they were working at good wages for the Rand Mining Company.

She went there in a week or two to garnishee their wages. When she got to Randsburg she saw an opening for a cheap lodging house, that would yield her large profits. So she remained in 'the growing new town. Meanwhile she prosecuted her claims against her ex roomers. One of the men had seven min ing prospects, but none of them had been de veloped more than a few feet into the earth Just enough to show that some sort of a ledge of refractory rock lay there.

The man agreed to let Mrs. Edwards have her choice of his prospects to settle the whole bill. A score of miners told the woman she was foolish to take a mere hole In the ground for a sure claim to good money. But she had agreed and she kept her word. She chose the Reynolds mine.

When the transfer of the mining prospect had been legally made, Mrs. Edwards set another man, who owed her money, at work on the claim. In December the rock in the Reynolds began to show some color and the woman's friends said she had a fine piece of property. When she was of fered $800 for it she believed in her mine. She put several hundred dollars more into developing the mine.

The shaft was down 80 feet In the last days of March. She had made some $13,000 on the sales of ore from the mine then and the mine had developed free milling ore worth about $16 a ton. A syndi cate of San Francisco and Philadelphia men bought a half interest In the Reynolds mine for $75,000. Mrs. Edwards will start upon a tour of Europe with her two daughters in a few weeks.

Her income from the mine is now about $360 a week and the shaft is down only 118 feet. RUSKIN IN RETIREMENT. His Last Days Spent in Planning for 'To morrow." Very little is heard nowadays of John Rus kin, but the venerable sage Is still living in retirement at Brantwood, while the years pass on and art increases without his heed. JOHN RUSKIN. He is dreaming away the last days of his life peacefully, planning always for more work to be done "to morrow." His twilight time is passed by a wide window looking out from his library across the English landscape, so beautiful always in his sight.

He receives no visitors excepting a few old friends, and these come but rarely. His hair and long beard are white, but his features scarcely show his great ago, while his eyes are as keen and brilliant as when they gazed upon the beauties of Italy or the fresh canvases of Turner. The public has known but little of Ruskln's private life, and there baa always prevailed an Idea that it was filled with sorrow, from the fact that he was divorced from his wife because of her having fallen in love with Sir John Millais, his friend. Tho story is really a sad one, and yet It was not taken to heart by Ruskin. It should bo remembered that the young Mrs.

Ruskin was not his first love, the object ot tho ardent passion of hie youth having married another. That was when the heartbreak came. Years after his divorce Ruskin met another woman whom he loved and to whom he was engaged for several years, but the engagement was broken because of Ruskin's unorthodox religious beliefs. She was resolute, but It Is said the grief ot it all killed her. When she was dying Ruskin came to her, but was not admitted, for she sent out this message: "Can you say you love God better than you love me?" and when his answer came, "No," tho door was closed upon him forever.

Ruskin's early life was not one of great enjoyment, yet In no way particularly sad. Ho was born In Blooms bury In 1S19. He was reared on puritanical principles, his mother having been a stern woman with little affection, while his father was tender, loving and sensitive, with high principles, but devoid of ambition. He was a wine merchant of means. Leslie's Weekly.

THE FATHER OF THE BOYCOTT. Captain Boycott, who had the melancholy satisfaction of adding a new word to the English dictionary, is dead. The term "boycotting" had its rise during the captain's residence at Lough Mask, County Mayo, when he was denied the service of laborers and shopkeepers, so that his corn would have gone uncut but for an expeditionary force that came from Cavan and elsewhere to his relief. Later Captain Boycott removed to Bungay, in SufTolk, where he had been in falling health for some time. IMPUDENCE Chicago Times Herald, celebrated line of an epic poem.

I am very anxious to know the reason of that false stress on words in English. Could not some learned actor give us the reason? EMMA BULLET. IN LOCAL STUDIOS. Mary E. Hurst is painting out of doors, taking a garden sceno as subject, the grounds adjoining the Mldwood Club, at Flatbush, be ing spot selected for her work.

Miss Hurst removed to Flatbush from Clinton ave nue last winter. The Introduction of a figure has made the picture very Interesting. Professor Whlttaker's fine canvas, "The Puritan Maiden," has become the property of William S. Hurley of Jefferson avenue, who has a valuable and growing collection of pictures. The canvas shows a winning and graceful type of girl in the correct Puritan garb.

The pose Id very interesting, the sen timent unstrained and fine and the co.or scheme harmonious. S. T. Bailey of Monroo place, who has worked under the best masters of the modern American school, like Chase, Shlrlaw and others, has gone to the Art Village, near Shin necock Hills, where the followers of William M. Chase assemble each season.

Wallace Bryant, who lately occupied the studio or the late Hamilton Gibson on Lincoln place, has left town for a season of painting, afield. Mr. Bryant's portrait of the Rev. Dr. Baker was one of his latest achievements.

Miss Haven, a Brooklyn girl, who studied under Dupre and Constant in Paris, has now some pictures in this city, done during her residence in Paris. A canvas which was ex hibited at the Salon, shows a girl in black hat and fur cape. A glimpse of yellow where the cape is parted, gives brilliancy to the painting. The work is life size, and handled with cleverness. Miss Anna Halsey is at Shelter Island paint ing, and will stay some time in that locality.

Several water colors, done by this artist be fore she left town, were transcriptions of scenes near Port Chester, and possessed excellent artistic qualities. The Central Sketch Club continues to go out every Saturday, with easels and color boxes. Tie old tide mill near Jamaica will be a subject this club will sketch later on, and Forest Park, near Richmond Hill, is expected to furnish some excellent material for a portion of the summer studies designed for the club exhibit in the autumn. Julius Ruger has just done an attractive water color, which shows the steam pilot boat New York In a stretch of open water. The motion of the waves is realistically and sketchily given and the color is fresh and clear.

Mr. Ruger's recently finished portrait of Gustave A. Jstm is a sincere and praiseworthy piece of work. G. H.

MoOord is painting a warm marine with pinkish glow on some sails and a distant glimpse of a seaboard town, whose dark towers and dwellings loom up mietlly in the background. Tho composition is interesting and the handling of the oo.or dextrous. The water In the foreground is clearly treated, its blue translucence attracting attention at one Genevieve Williamson, who has studied under several no ted artists, among them being J. Alden Weir, has some delightful aquarelles done at Windham. One showing a hay stacked field.

wWh green foliage hack of It, and blue hills the right in the distance. is very agreeable, a.nd another, where fields whitened with flowers are environed with woods, aro included in a pleasant group of summer aquarelles. Miss Watson has some interesting pictures alt her heme i'n Richmond Hill. One showing her father, the Rev. Dr.

Watson, seated at his desk Is well drawn and tho coloring is exce llen t. Mrs. Walter Priestman, formerly Miss Fannie Taylor, an Adeiphi st udemt and artist, has been tea ching at the Hasbrouck Institute, Jersey City, but has now resigned from that position. She has become Identified largely with mineral painting and is president of a New Jersey club. Her papers read before tho local Ceramic Society last winter wore scholarly and attractive.

Arthur Dow, tho whose design and composition work is strikingly original, is writing a book on art; wliich is said to be something specially strong and practical. The artist author hopes that it will prove helpful to his students. Miss Mary Purdy, who is one of the Park Slope contingent of artists, is Illustrating a book at present. The drawings include figure and other subjects. Miss Purdy has devoted much attention recently to ceramic painting.

D. A. McKellar, in his studio at the Bank Building, has some excellent, aquarelle sketches. One, showing a young girl in Iliac, is strong in pose and pleasant in color. The Impressionistic element is prominent here.

Another figure piece in which the drapery is of a soft shade of green, has some excellent points and considerable color feeling. The young artist has just finished a capital black and white for a magazine. The Central Sketch Club went on Saturday to Fort Lee and made some good sketches. The bluffs afforded a beautiful view of the river. Messrs.

Smith, Williams, Sebradieck, HotchklES, Molleson, Henshaw, Plch and others made sketchea. Harry Rcseland's recent colored subject showing a mother and child has just been procured by Mr. Hurley of the Hill, to add to his collection. It is an extremely telling and correct piece of painting, the figures are expressive, the color schemo Is harmonious and the picturesque element is largely present. Gerard Steenks has painted a superb fruit piece, showing a ripe watermelon.

The effect i strong and picture like. Mr. Steenks will not go out of town this summer. Mls.5 Gurnee and Miss Hiliman are occupying the studio of Miss Milhau, in the Bank Building, for the summer. M'isK Gurnee his painted and designed some excellent things.

Last season, at the Pratt Institute, she made an illustration of "Hiawatha Going Into the Sunset," which was very favorably criticised. Miss Letitia Hart of First place, is an artist who has done some most promising work. The large figure piece In last season's Academy exhibition was a portrait of the artist's sister, and a lovely example of sentiment and sincerity. Miss Hart is a niece of James and William Hart. A picture by Harry Carey, on exhibition in a local art store, shows a cool effect on a meadow, with a white cow standing in a pool In the foreground.

Tho canvas shows a iod deal of feeling ami the color Is pleasant. Mr. Carey belonged to the early colony of artists on Montague street, in the eighties, when Carleton Wiggins, Rnrke. De Comps and others were in the old Telegraph Building. A plcturo by Frederick Diclnian is at Rohlf's art store on Fulton street and Is a very attractive pleco from his brush.

It shows the figure of a little boy reading a paper, holding it in front of him with the dignity of a man, and seeming to be deeply absorbed In Its contents. The background of the plcturo presents a stretch of wood. The boy In his light summer suit, gives a brilliant tone of color to the canvas. Robert Kluth has had a favorahle offer from a periodical to go to Norway and make some illustrations of the scenery which he has so finely painted. nd frequently exhibited.

In the Academy and elsewhere. Mr. Kluth has a characteristic and strong canvas in the Milwaukee Museum. Miss Hlllman is away at present at Branch vllle. at the summer school of J.

Alden Weir. Miss Potter, who joined the Normal Art ranks at Pratt, last season, and continued her art teaching In New England, has left Clinton street for the country, where she will ske'eh considerably. Miss Potter did some good poster work while here last winter. Mary Hart Williamson has some pleasing landscapes at her work room. She studied at Cooper, and her associates became prominent artists, her class being a specially good one.

Under Robert C. Minor she did some excellent work, quiet sunset views and tranquil wood scenos. Miss Thebo Bunker has gone to Lalte George for the season and will paint a life size portrait while there. The subject is a distinguished type of American woman, whom Miss Bunker will pose characteristically. She will possibly give a Gainsborough background to tho work.

Randsburg that from September to November it sold over $185,000 worth of ore, and it has not begun to reach the ledges where the richest rock is expected to be found. It is an open secret among all the miners in and about Randsburg that Charles D. Lane, the wealthiest miner on the Pacific Coast today, offered the firm of Mooers, Burcham, Singleton Reddy $650,000 for a fourth in terest in its property, when he was at Rands burg a few weeks ago. "A year from now," said Colonel T. W.

Brooks, who has been a gold miner in every camp on the Pacific Coast since 1861, when at Randsburg the other day, "the Rand group of mines will be yielding at least $70,000 week. I would not be surprised to see them run up to $20,000 a day." There are other men who have gone to Randsburg poor since last July, and whose lucky strokes of the hammer on ledges have made ihem so rich as to cause the tongues of miners all over Southern California to wag. There Bill Waters, who was a teamster and hauled borax from Death Valley to Mojave a year ago. He hauled lumber to the Rand mines last July, when the richness of the rocks there was known by less than one hundred people. He was used to the blistering desert, and dared much where other men would have been timid.

He spent two weeks following float from a ledge up Yucca canyon. He hammered and pecked his way for six months, when one Sunday he chipped off a rock which is now exhibited in a saloon at Randsburg, and It led to Bill's getting a partner to invest $20,000 for a halt interest. With this capital two tunnels have been blasted Into the ledge for 145 feet, and every pound of the rock has sold at good prices. The mine, known as the Blue Daisy, was sold early in March for $190,000. The way that Buck Higbie has, leaped from comparative poverty to be one of the rich men in Southern California is fascinatingly Interesting.

He was a blacksmith for twenty years, and, with a large family of children, he had to hammer away at his anvil and shoe horses from early to late to keep his household in food and clothing. He himself says he always had believed $500 would make hkn independently rich. He was called over to what Is now Randsburg last August to do some blacksmithing ahout the machinery In rho first shaft tha't was being sunk by Mooers, Singleton Burcham in the Rand mines. The work took several days and he had ample time to see the property and examine the ore. He slept in a tent with a prospector, who had been searching the country over for a mine for several weeks and had collected a peck of specimens of gold ore.

Blacksmith Hlg'bie saw that two of the specimens were like the rock he had seen in the Rand mine. He went cut with the prospector to see whence the specimens came. The very next day the prospector, who was very uncertain as to the value of his find, had a message to go over to the Caliente diggings, eighty miles away. Higtoie jokingly offered him $50 for a choice of claims, and the offer was taken on the Instant. That claim is now the Alexis mine.

Hlgbie sold a quarter interest for $15,000 last December and the property yields about $4,000 a week. The shaft Is down but 25S feet. Higbie bought last month a thirty thousand dollar home In Los Angeles. He could easily get $300,000 for his three fourths In the mine now. In one day last week he sold ore from his mine for $2,150, and it was a clear profit of over $2,000.

Another bit of fortune in the Randshurg district came to Charles Koehn. Ho started the first store there last October with a capital of $400. Among the hundreds of men who rushed to 'the new diggings in September was young Englishman who had been a cook in a San Francisco, chop house. He spent three week3 in Randsburg, located fourteen mines and quickly abandoned all but two of them. He had never been in a mining camp before and had not the least idea about pay ore.

One fearfully hot and feverish day on the Mojave desert last November ho came In to see Koehn. "I'm dead sick and tired ot this chAslnc or there has never been such a rush of men and youths to new diggings in this region as that to Randsburg in the las: few months. The town of Randsburg is the most remarkable town in point of growth ever known, even in California, where the rapidity with which hamlets become small cities is proverbial. From a sandy, barren waste, that ever the Indians shunned, a community of banks, stores, lumber yards, mines, saloons, gambling houses, fancy houses, hotels, shops and law and telegraph offices has sprung up in lour months. Now a railroad and telegraph are fast building there.

Minors have flocked there from all the states and territories west of the Rocky Mountains. One sees daily on the streets and in the saloons of Randsburg men who have been in every mining excitement from the Rio Grande to British Columbia, and from the Pacific to the Missouri River, during the past four decades. Many of the old time miners say that Randsburg is more like Virginia City was in 1868, just before the bonanza ledges were found, than any mining town they have ever been In. The nearest railroad station is at Kramer, on the Atchison, Topeka and Sante Fe system. Randsburg lies forty two miles away, and every train at this station brings men laden with camp outfits and mining tools bound for the new mining town.

The ramshackle old stage coaches that ply between Kramer station and Randsburg do a tremendous one way. On some days they haul as many as seventy people, beside a tonnage of freight and baggage to the new town. Hundreds of men, wild with a zeal to get to the camp early so as to have a better chance to make a mining location, and, at the same time poor in pocket, have started on foot across the desert, never stopping to rest until they reached the gold camp. A number of miners, too poor to pay stage fares or freight charges on their camp outfits, have been landed at Mojave and Kramer stations with barrels packed with their blankets, kettles and prospecting tools, and they have gone on to Randsburg afoot, rolling the packed barrels on before them for forty miles. Not gince the days cf Bodie, in 1871, has there been such a mad impetuous rush for a new mining locality on the Pacific coast as that to iRandsburg in January and last month.

The stampede has now somewhat abated, but ft host of experienced and conservative men stake their opinion that there will be 7,000 people in Randsburg before next July. If the alluring reports of the finds of more gold bearing ledges continue and the dazzling sales mining properties keep up, it is more than probable that Randsburg will have a population of 12,000 men and a few hundred women before next August. A large number of the old timers In Southern California and Arizona believe that another Tombstone has been found, and all are sure that if sufficient water for mining purposes can be found and developed, Randsburg will be a second Cripple Creek. Randsburg takes its name from the Rand group of mines, which, in turn, were named for sentimental reasons from the famous Rand mines in South Africa, the richness of which was astonishing the world at the time the new mines were located. The town is situated in Kern County, just over the Western boundary of the mammoth county of San Bernardino.

The United States survey puts the location of the town in section 35, township 29 south, range 40 east. Popularly speaking, Randsburg on the western hem of the Mojave desert, and there are probably In all the world few such unpromising spots for the location of a gold mining town. Nothing but an insatiate thirst for gold would ever draw and keep a population there. Hundreds of men have laid down their lives in that region on the burning desert sands, suffering an awful thirst, and in a frightful delirium under a fierce sky. The mines lie among as barren, bald and forbidding foot hills as man ever looked upon.

Many prospectors have been through that region, on their way to the placers at Goler and in Nevada during the past thirty years, and but few of them have ever given more than a passing thought of the possibility that there might bo precious metal In the rock among those hills, beneath that sea of yellow sand and masses of sun baked adobe earth. Standing on any of the hills in Randsburg one may look over the busy, humming mining town, off on the Mojave desert to the south and east. As far as the eye can reach there is nothing but sand and cactus. Not even coyotes can get food there, and at every mile of the trail across the awful waste may be seen some part or parts of a human skeleton bleaching in the sand. Away off Blxty miles to the east, where the Funeral Mountains, a purple haze in the distance, meet the Bky line, is Death Valley, known far and wide for the fearful loss of life there has been in that locality among venturesome prospectors and thoughtless emigrants in California before the days of railroads in the far West.

The temperature in Death Valley in summer ranges from 110 to 145 degrees in the shade. No animals live there, and even THE ST. ELMO MINE, Where $160,000 Have Been Taken From a 115 Foot Shaft By a Common Windlass and Buckets. have not ceased talking about how the men who found gold hearing ledges on the desert and arenow millionaires, were comparative" novices at mining prospecting two years ago, and how for thirty years hundreds of the best Icnown prospectors on the Pacific coast have gone by the Randsburg buttes, with no thought of the possibilities in those rockB. In the fail of 1894 F.

M. Mooers (who was a newspaper man in Brooklyn fifteen years ago and Is a millionaire to day) went from Los Angeles with W. J. Langdon to the placer mines at Goler, in the mountains across the Mojave desert. They wen't in the Interest of a Los Angeles newspaper, and their business was to write articles about a mining company there.

The men had but a few dollars and had hard work to make ends meet. At Goler they became interested in what was to them a novel industry that ot washing gold from the mountain sides by a mountain stream. Both were so fascinated toy the new life in a mining camp that they abandoned newspaper work and became miners, working with the men at $2.50 a day and living on the plainest food. Whenever the gang laid off a few days or a few weeks Mooers and Langdon, accompanied by an experienced miner, C. A.

Burcham, went out to prospect on their own account about the edge of the desert. Mooers reasoned that tho placers they were working in the Goler district must have been fed from some enormous ledges in that region. Burcham believed that such ledges had probably been very deeply covered In the glacial period, and it was useless to try to find them. In the winter of 1895 96 the three men, after.