No. 7 «' NOV. 10? Spot ANY Car Trouble WITH AMAZING NEW AUTO *7hv6/e Shooter" Handy, Illustrated Guide Helps You Find "Whar'j Wrong' Quickly and easily! Lists Over 2,000 Different Causa* of C JJUIM'T waste time trying to ■^"^ track down car and truck troubles! T,et MOTOR'S Nsw Re- vised TROUBLE - SHOOTER Inrt them for you— quickly and easily. Lists over 3,000 specific causes of car and truck troubles! Includes helpful charts, cross -sec- tion PICTURES! s Time, V mil Headathei aight to the J things that could be ills a lot. Ch.-rk irri;.;.. i;,:,,,;''^ •ally where to Qnd the 8 most union opuses of thin trouhl.-. S:iv.. s copy of the book order I'd," |iIiih |„,..|. age and C.O.D. charge. If not con- MOREI in 7 days for refund. M.iil 1 -. 1U i,,„, ;;;: . todny! MOTOR Book Dept., Box l|S H ■"■'■; : ' ..... ii HOW TO FIX ANY PART OF ANY CAR! QUICKLY, EASILY, RIGHT! J09 ON EVERY (AR Bill IT FROM i°3 Bl'STHU CRAEBE, N. N. Y~. Copyriftbl 1W. 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SO GO OUT THERE , AND THROW THOSE INFERNAL I RELATIVES OUTf X ) ^JIATE relatives' THE WILL STIPULATES THAT THE ENTIRE ESTATE GOES TO THE MEMBER OF THI FAMILY THAT ANSWERS THIS RIODI WHATXFIND.J THROW AWAY. WHAT I CANNOT FIND, I KEEP, what is it? Yuh never saw such concentration as th' clock ti cked away th' minutes. . I'VE GOT IT? I'VE OOTITf THE ENTIRE FORTUNE IS MINE/ JUINEtf THE ANSWER IS Y^BE I AlMPTa SrARTARANCHoMYll-S-aTMTX-OBRmpT PHEW, FBI / fSSt/KSSQ^i"^ fM Sw "*4 // t 2 y ,!?' G W iN7a"mej» ^uVe sore NEEP 4 'BiaNP dF MY OWN, (u u«M, N 7 L PICTURE/ y-* n-me Tic^TAC-TOE -- '".wwi/^j- ^ i^ O !^ '&' 1 1? CLOSED/ ..«? T= x/o/x ^ 2£K2 0iX(o" THEY STRUCK IT RICH (A true story of the old West) By Robert Peterson TWO men in their forties, roughly dressed, with weatherbeaten faces, walked awkwardly into the marble halls of San Francisco's Bank of California, evidently overwhelmed with the magnificence of the edifice. They came to a stop at the window of teller John Waitc who paused in his counting of $20 gold pieces to look up at them inquiringly. They just stood there and looked back. "Yes, gentlemen?" prompted the teller. "Uh . . . er . . . "Do you have a check to cash?" offered Waitc helpfully. "Or perhaps you wish' to open an ac- count? Make a deposit?" "Well, yes," finally stammered the taller of the pair. "We got somethin' we want to deposit. It's in this here sack." He lifted a large sack and placed 'it on the counting shelf of the teller's window. "But, it ain't money." "Oh? Well, what's in it? Gold?" (In 1871 raw gold was still a common sight — especially in California.) "Nope. Diamonds." "Diamonds?" John ■ Waite was wide-eyed. "Yup. Well, most are diamonds. There's some rubies, an' sapphires an' emeralds, too." "Where'd you get them?" The taller of the pair smiled. "Now, Mister, yuh don't expect us to tell yuh that, do yuh?" John Waite climbed off his stool. "We'd belter bring that sack to the vault! Follow me," He left his cage and guided the two men to the cashier's office, delivering them to Cashier George Beckwith. "You'd better handle ibis," he told him. Beckwith bade the men be seated and then in- quired what was in the sack. They told him, and then opened the sack so he could inspect its contents. The cashier's eyes bulged as he stared at the glittering arra'y of hundreds of uncut but gleaming diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires. It was obviously a treasure worth a fortune. , "Where did you get this?" "We picked 'em up some place out yonder" It was fantastic. Incredible. Yet there was no doubting the evidence before his eyes, beckwith ssked rhem innumerable questions, and their honest, but careful answers convinced' him they spoke the truth. They had . accident ly stumbled upon a field of precious gems somewhere in the desert. They were Philip Arnold and John Slack, and had prospected together for years in the desert looking for silver and gold. They had made camp one day and noticed peculiar stories strewn over the ground. They didn't pay much attention to them, white, blue and reddish lights. They gathered a -sackful, and later, back in Reno, Nevada, showed the stones to a jeweler and learned the value of their find. Beckwith was reluctant to "let them leave, but he could detain them no longer.. He gave them a receipt for the sack and scaled it with the bank seal used for bullion deposits. However, no sooner were the pair out of his office than the cashier rushed to sec the bank president, and told him all 1 that had transpired. The bank president was William Chapman Ral- ston, a rich, powerful man in the San Francisco business world. Since making money was his business,*! not his sole interest in life,, he became immediately interested in the two prospectors and their gems. ■'I want to talk to those men." said Ralston. "Find them and bring them to my office." Finding them was easy. Bringing them back was something else again. The fact that when the i mighty Mr. Ralston summoned anyone, they came' and on the double, didn't seem to impress the two prospectors. They had transacted their business at the bank. However, they finally consented to drop over the next afternoon. * So the great Mr. Ralston had to wait. He chewed his fingernails while his mind dwelt on the state- ment the men had made that when the sun came up the area glittered with the reflected light of diamonds and other precious stones. If true, this was the greatest find in American history! The two prospectors sauntered in at two o'clock the next afternoon. Ralston all but dusted olf the chairs he preferred -them. Clearing his throat and swallowing his excitement, he explained malter-of- factly: "Surely you understand, gentlemen, that a hank cannot assume responsibility for such a vast fortune in precious stones without knowing their source. 1 would like to have the facts, gentlemen. All the facts," Arnold and Slack looked at him blankly. Finally Slack replied, "We already told all the facts, ex- cflptin' the lotatioti of the place, an' that we aim to keep secret." Ralston came down ,to brass tacks. Would they care to H'ti their interests? Nope. How' about a half interest? Nope. But selling their stones would be difficult unless the buyer knew the source was legitimate. Hmmin, they hadn't thought about that . . . Well, they'd think it over. Ralston sighed deeply. "Very well, gentlemen." William Chapman Ralston hadn't become a millionaire by being careless. As soon as Arnold and Slack'fud left, he contacted a detective agency to investigate the two men thoroughly. He wasn't suspicious, but he knew the importance of know- mg the character and background of the people he was dealing with. The report was good. Arnold was a California mining man and prospector from way back and highly respected among his fellows* He had been in the employ of many big concerns as an engineer investigating many mineral holdings, but had a weakness for prospecting on his own. Ralston was satisfied, and more eager than ever to buy his way into what promised to be a bonanza to end all bonanzas. He waited for weeks, almost going out of his mind, and just as he decided to throw in the towel and go to them himself, in person, the two prospectors walked into his office and helped him save his dignity. Ego re-inflated, he made the most of it, greeting them like long- forgotten customers. "Yes ? What can I do for you?" "Uh . . . well, we talked it oyer," said Slack, "an' decided maybe we should sell yuh a half interest in our claim." "I'm not so suie I'm still interested. If there are as many diamonds as you say, the market would be flooded and prices drop. And then again, there might not be enough stones to make the venture pay." "There's enough, all right," said Slack. "There might even be too many like you say." He got to his feet and his partner Arnold followed suit. "Sorry to have troubled yuh, Mr. Ralston," "Look, I am interested! Plenty interested! But I can't buy a pig in a poke!" "We didn't expect yuh to," said Slack. We'll bring yuh to within fifty miles of the place, then blindfold yuh. When we reach the field, yuh kin take off the blindfold an' inspect the place to your heart's content." "Fair enough!" agreed Ralston. Ralston didn't go himself, of course. He sent a representative he could trust — David C, Colton, a close friend and a connoisseur of precious stones. Colton and the prospectors were gone only two weeks when Ralston received a telegram from Reno, Nevada, which read: ON WAY BACK. YOU HAVE GOT GREATEST FIND IN ALL HISTORY. Colton returned with a pocketful of stones he had gathered at the claim. "It's incredible!" he told Ralston, breathlessly. "Diamonds, rubies, sap- phires and emeralds all over the place!" Ralston grabbed Colton's arm and rushed him down the street to a jewelry concern to have the stones appraised. "They're genuine, all right," confirmed the jew- eler, "Being uncut, it's hard to tell just what grade of stones they are, but they are real." This was enough for Ralston. He cabled his business partner, Frank Harpending, who was in London at the time, to rush back home. Harpend- ing rushed home, but he didn't rush into the dia- mond business. He wanted a complete and thor- ough survey done first. Arnold and Slack however had other ideas. There would be no surveys until some cold cash had changed hands. They weren't going to be flim-fittmmed by no city slickers. The bickering went on for days. Finally, Arnold suggested a solu- tion to the bottleneck. "Why don't I an' Slack go out to our claim an' bring back another big sackful of stonfes. Two sacks ought to be worth at least a million dollars if not twice that much. Then we will turn over to you the two sacks as security for whatever payment we finally agree on for the half interest." This was agreed upon, and this the two pros- pectors did. But still Harpending wasn't com- pletely satisfied. He wanted to bring the stones to New York City and have them examined by other experts, f He brought them to New York where Mr. Ti'ffany, then 60 years old, examined them person- ally. He, too, confirmed the fact that the stones were real, but he wanted his experts to pass upon them. A few days later, Harpending had his report. The samples he'd brought were valuable first-class stones. ' Harpending and Ralston, didn't admit to Slack and Arnold that their gems were flawless, but did concede that they were of good enough grade to warrant a modest investment. ' After much wran- gling, Arnold and Slack accepted $400,000 for a half share. The two financeers lost no time in sending the biggest mining engineer of the times out to survey the gem field, He reported back that twelve men could wash out a milfion dollars worth of gems a month from the region. With the number of stones on the surface of the ground, there was no limit to what lay underneath. Concealing this bit of intelligence, too, Ralston and Harpenaing persuaded the two prospectors to sell out their remaifiing half interest for $260,000, Overjoyed, and counting their billions in profit, Ralston and Harpending proceeded to reap their harvest. The gems on the ground were picked up and excavation begun. But there was nothing beneath the surface except layers of desert sand. To make matters worse, a few of the stones bore unmistakable signs of lapidary's marks. The diamonds in their possession, it was finally learned, were nothing but South African "nigger- heads" — a derogatory term coined by the White mine-owners to designate a poor -grade, almost valueless diamond. And the rubies, sapphires and emeralds were of so low a quality that they were commonly sold in Europe by the pound! And where were the two honest and simple - prospectors? They had disappeared, and so had $660,000! Mr. Ralston and Mr. Harpending had been taken for one of the biggest hauls in history. A few thousand dollars worth of low-grade stones strewn over a few acres of desert had been a good investment for two slick con-men. Tiffany? As luck had it, his regular experts were absent and the stones turned over to a newly- hired man for appraisal. 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