Tonopah Daily Bonanza

WANTS MORE LOCAL COLOR

SAN FRANCISCO, Oct. 8.--Elinor Glynn, the passionate pilgrim whom San Francisco society caught to its cold and pallid breast, will be back in this city early in November. She is then to visit the camps of southern Nevada, where Ray Baker will again see to it that she is so entertained in the Rawhide and Goldfield camps that she will increase her admiration of the western miner--the true type of American manhood.

Mrs. Glynn has booked her passage on the Lusitania, and she is due in this city the latter part of October or early in November. She is at work on a book with the men of the mining camps as the heroes and some western woman as her heroine.

Between Burlingame and the Fairmont she will find that heroine type and already she is full of admiration for the mining camp heroes. She has made Europe talk by her published statements that in the Pacific west of America she found the noblest types of manhood in all her experience.

Perhaps if she knew some of the jobs that were put up on her in Bullfrog, Rawhide and Goldfield, not to speak of Ubehebe and Greenwater, she wouldn't think so highly of the chivalric manhood of the mines.

When she visited the camps last a great poker game was fixed up for her benefit. When she was ushered into the room where the chips were clicking she was told that the lowest chip, the despised and degraded "white," was worth $10 and that from this mean figure they ran to $25,000 each.

The chips were bet with feverish freedom as the hands went round. At last Johnny Behind the Deuce bet $100,000 in one furore of confidence and cupidity.

"Gee, he hasn't had breakfast yet," said Ray Baker, and the ensuing laugh came very near breaking up the Aladdin-like game.

But Mrs. Glynn is coming back for more, and no Nevada miner is ever a piker when it comes to entertaining a lady. The value of the chips and the size of the bets will have another Glynn room, even though breakfast money is just as hard as ever to get.