It is a western story. This valley was full of tents for miles--but it was so far from the railroad--seventy-four miles to Vegas--that the work was very expensive. The Company was reorganized and Mr. Blount, the banker, was given a third of the promotion stock. Then the five hundred thousand shares of treasury stock was put on the market in order to build the new mill; and when the railroad came in there was such a crazy speculation that everybody lost track of the transfers. My husband, of course, was generous to a fault and accustomed to living like a gentleman--and he invested very heavily in real estate, too--but this Mr. Blount was always out for his interest and Honest John would skin a dead flea'.