Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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his success to an instrument oflis own invention which possessed the power to locate oilit minerals, no matter how deep in the earth they lay.lowever, only people with a special gift of electricity couldinploy this instrument, and Brother Newberry was onei those rarely gifted persons. The Booster closed with thetatement that already the two magnates had acquiredxtensive holdings in Red River bottom, and prophesiedboom for Windy unparalleled in its history.By patiently hanging round Mademoiselle Anna-■elle Murphys millinery shop until she saw himsave the garage, Sally Jo happened to meet Gus athe corner of Main Street and the Square. Oh, isnt it grand? she gushed.I think its so romantic, dont you?Gasoline allowed that it mighte a good thing for Windy, andhen again it mightnt. You neverould tell about these here booms,nd who knew anything aboute guys, Schoonover and New-y, anyhow? Where did theye from, hey? Nc-y could even swearlat! As they talked,two sauntered to-ird the Banty home.
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Still, they may be on the level. Anyhow,me and Don Rayburn figured wed best takea chance, he added, so weve leased fivehundred acres all round their holdings. Oh, Mr. Gus, youre just the grandestman! cried Sally Jo, yearning over him. Being no stranger to such adulation fromSally Jo, Gus let it pass. We aim to organizea company, he continued impor-tantly. Perhaps there aint any oil inthis country, but if there is wewant our share of it. I should think so, agreedMiss Banty. Gasoline parted from her with afriendly So long! and promptlyforgot her existence in buildingair castles until he went to bed.So alluring were these dreams ofriches that even the cornet failedto tempt himf rom the pastime, andWindy City obtained early sleep. Who was that who left youat the gate? inquired Sally Josgrandmother. Just Mr. Gus. I happened torun into him at the corner. Hm, mumbled Mrs. Banty, yourealways just happening. I declare, Sally Jo,Id be ashamed to tag after a man the wayyou tag after that Gus Har

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