Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 July 1879 — COAXED INTO A FORTUNE. [ARTICLE]

COAXED INTO A FORTUNE.

A Eureka Teamster the Subject of the Item. We don’t know whether one would call this a romance or an old phase of human nature, but it is a fact as we tell it. Our town readers all know Horace Tyler. He has been on the Base Range ever since the mines were discovered, and his genuine manhood is a characteristic of the man. In his chosen occupation of teamster he has plodded the dusty highways and sandy deserts of eastern Nevada “nigh onto fifteen year,” as Uncle Josh would exEress it. He came to the coast a mere oy, and in his independent, sturdy Bort of a way has grappled with fortune j not as successfully as some, perhaps, as all his years of toil simply resulted in his ownership of a team and his wresting a hard livelihood from incessant daily labor. He was as honest as they make ’em, and that trait was his pride. Why he left the old home, “Way down in Vermont,” is his secret, and he is stubbornly reticent on that point, simply stating that he came away because “he hankered after a life on the plains.” Whatever the motive, he betrayed no desire to return to his birth place, despite the fact, now known, that it was a most luxurious one, and that every comfort and pleqpure that wealth could command was his if he would accept it. Sunday morning Mr. W. O. Tyler, a cousin of Horace, arrived in Eureka from Vermont, charged with a special mission. He sought out his relative and anuounced to him that he had been sent by Horace’s father to persuade his boy —now a bearded man—to come back to his home. His parent was waiting, eager to welcome him, and praying that his son might listen to his pleadings. Not only this, but all his riches —a cool quarter of a million dollars—was at his son’s command upon his arrival. The latter inducement would have been sufficient for an ordinary mortal, but it did not influence Horace g particle. On the contrary, he was obdurate, flatly refused to go, and despite his cousin’s entreaties, which lasted from the time the train arrived Sunday night until it departed yesterday morning, he persisted in his determination and bade the embassador good-bye at the train, still firm in his resolve. He came back to town, curried his horses and fed them, greased his wagons, and then, falling in with some of his friends, related the incident to them in a matter-of-fact way, concluding with the remark that “he owned that team, didn’t owe much money, and he reckoned he could make a living independent of anybody.” He was met with a storm of remonstrances, arguments and advice. This policy on the part of his old comrades staggered him. He thought he was doing the right thing, but when they remon-

strated to him how unftlial hia conduct, how cruel he was acting in withholding from his aged father the comfort that hia son’s presence would be to his last declining years, Horace weakened; he couldn’t stand the upbraidings of his associates, and as a consequence Eureka loses a good citizen. His cousin was telegraphed to at Elko and instructed to await Horace’s arrival. Yesterday he 'sold his team, paid up every cent that he owed, and this morning departed on horseback for Elko, where he will join his relative, and proceed on his journey eastward. May good luck attend him. He has furnished us with a novel item, and one that it will be hard to match. Think of it! Ana avis, found in these degenerate days, an eccentric individual that has to be coaxed and driven into the possession of $260,000. —[Eureka Leader. [