Silver Dollar (Warner Bros.) (1932)

a FINE NEWSPAPER SERIAL SILVER By DAVID KARSNER The Epic Story of a Man Who Was Made by Silver and Ruined by Gold. Adapted from Warner Bros.-First National, Sensational Edward G. Robinson Starring Picture. DOLLAR CHAPTER I EET—travel-stained and weary! Shuffling feet of humans and sloughing hoofs of oxen — with the creaking of cart wheels ! In 1870 a trek was in progress through the rugged moun tainous West— Amidst the band of dust-laden, plodding men, women and children moved the figure of a man who was destined for a prominent role in the biggest drama of this new land of destiny. He it was who said, in grandiloquent tones to the gold-seekers, ‘‘ This country will be an empire! Cities will rise—cities of gold—and SILVER!’’ Prophetic words! Words uttered in a makeshift saloon—a pioneer saloon in a pioneer town—beneath canvas— in what is now Denver, Colorado— a name bestowed upon it by a lovable, shiftless dreamer, a roamer and a reveler—Yates Martin! Into the then frontier camp, called St. Charles, came Yates Martin seeking gold. It was here that Yates Martin first met ‘‘Poker’’ Annie, the vehement favor ’? His voice was drowned out by a chorus of ‘‘ Ayes.’’ ‘¢That’s fine, Boys. Now, we oughter have a mayor. I a, Amused shouts came from all parts of the tented saloon. loved this gay interloper. Martin for Mayor... We want Yates Martin,’’ they chanted. Assuming his election to the exalted office, Yates held aloft his hand. ‘Speech! Speech!’’ crowd. Yates drew himself up in an oratorical attitude. I guess the drinks are on me.’’ They already ‘* Yates yelled the “OW ell; Boysre 2c. SILVER By DAVID KARSNER The Epic Story of a Man Who Was Made by Silver and Ruined by Gold. Adapted from Warner Bros.-First National, Sensational Edward G. Robinson Starring Picture. DOLLAR CHAPTER II ARAH, with aid of deft flattery had persuaded Yates to open a general store in the new town of Leadville. ‘*You’d make a fine merchant, Yates,’’ ‘‘Merchant . . Yates perked up. Prince. I kinder like that . started.’’ she said. . Yates Martin, Merchant That’s the way Abe Lincoln And, though Yates did give mney nearly all his goods, the miracle happened . Sarah Yates sat up in bed, listening intently as sounds of maudlin singing grew nearer. She was a thin drab woman, with a beaten look in her eyes. Her eyes wandered to the door, through which Yates entered un bob-haired gambler of her day, and Colonel Bob Stanton, and other celebrities, all of whom later played important roles in the community’s history. And here it was that Yates Martin began the romantic political career that made his name famous throughout the nation. Colonel Stanton held a place before the improvished bar in the saloon. He said, with a smile, ‘‘I wish to eall your attention to the need of a new name for this town, so that we ean ghar clean. What do you say?’’ steadily. MALI 8 EL Boa ae in’ up for me?’’ SfYOu. 4.2 you. hadi-too Yates???’ ‘‘No, wouldn’t shay that... ’’ Yates assumed a gravity his voice . with the boys sorter, prganizin things for belied. ‘‘Just a few paper” “My friend here, Yates Martin, proposes the name of Denver.” (Chas. Middleton and Edward G. Robinson, center figure) shouts. One enthusiast suggested ‘¢Paradise,’’ but it was received with eries of derision. Then into the scene entered Yates Martin, a farmer from Kansas. He elbowed his way through the crowd to where Colonel Stanton stood. With a bow to Colonel Stanton, Yates addressed himself to the crowd. ‘‘Men,’’ he began. ‘‘I came from Kansas, and there are a lot of us here.’’? That his words were true was attested by the vociferous applause. ‘¢Yes, sir, men,’’ he continued, ‘‘ lot of us are here. And we men of Kansas think mighty well of Governor-General James W. Denver, back there. What do you say that we call this town Denver???’ There were immediate shouts of approval. For the most part, the men craved to get started on the serious business of drinking. Colonel Stanton stepped forward. ‘‘My friend here—Yates Martin— proposes the name of Denver. All in ‘<Yes, I know,’’ said Sarah wearily. ‘‘You were elected mayor.’’ ‘“How’d you know?’’ ‘¢ 9Cause every time we stay ina place more than a week, you’re elected mayor. Ever stop to think what is to become of us??? ‘“Never mind, Sarah, we’re gonna Bexrich! ses ‘¢Rich? Since we’ve been here -you’ve done nothing but buy worth less claims ... Thank God, we’ve got that five hundred dollars to take us back to Kansas... ’’ Sudden fright came into her eyes as she looked at him. ‘*You’ve got it, hain’t you?’’ ‘‘Nope. Ain’t got it now,’’ Yates hiccoughed. ‘¢What have you done with it?’’ asked Sarah in a panic. ‘‘T’ve bought two claims ... over in Leadville. The boys sorter like me, and I got ’em both for five hundred. TE. epote"em cheap: 27.27 With that Yates tumbled into bed and immediately began to snore. (Continued tomorrow) ’Lo, my dear, you wait much, “Sure, sure, that’s all right, Yates Martin will trust you, Just give me one third of what you find.” (Edward G. Robinson at right) Two miners, named Rische and Hook, were in the store assembling grub for a prospecting trip into the hills, when Sarah appeared in time to hear Yates say, ‘‘Sure, sure. That’s all right. Yates Martin will trust you. I’ll tell you what we’ll do. There are two of you, that makes three of us. Just give me one-third of what you find.’’ It was agreed, and papers signed. While Yates went on his merry course of trusting, grub-staking, giving away, and slapping people on the back, building on his reputation for generosity and good-fellowship, and becoming postmaster, and the county: treasurer the impish god of luck was preening himself and preparing for a big event. Rische and Hook came back from their prospecting, carrying a gunny sack that chinked invitingly. ‘‘Mr. Martin, he is here?’’ they inquired. eT MCSOLTY Mr. Martin is busy.’’ Sarah replied sarcastically, pointing to the kitchen, where a political delegation and Yates were haranguing. ‘“Besides, we haven’t anything left in the store.’’ ‘““You don’’t understand. We’re rich...rich... Mrs. Martin. Hight hundred dollars to the ton,’’? they shouted in unison. ‘‘T knew we’d -be rich,’’ cried Yates, when he heard the news. ‘‘I knew we’d find gold.’?’ He rushed out of the store into the street shooting his gun and shouting, ‘‘Gold! Gold! ?? ‘¢But, silver,’’ corrected Sarah, running after him. ‘Silver? What’s the difference? It’s the same thing, only spelled dif it’s not gold, Yates, it’s ferently.’? * * Martin’s bread upon the water came back. Five years passed. Money poured in from his silver mines. Everything he touched turned into gold. Sarah said, ‘‘ Just: 3. man wiic as had a lot of luck.’’ Public office again sought him. Messrs. Hamlin and Adams came as a committee from the big political boss of the State, Colonel Stanton, to advise Yates that his candidacy for lieutenant-governor was assured. Without waiting to finish his drink, Yates ran from the place, followed by the committee. ‘“Sarah, Sarah, me for governor. . SEAR oie coe ‘*Tt was lieutenant-governor, we mentioned, Yates,’’ said Hamlin. ‘*Yes, I know, but it’s practically the same thing. The title has the word governor in it, hasn’t it?’’ * * * listen, they want . governor of the There followed the campaign—the torchlight parades ... the celebrations, with all the old-time customs of the evening of election day. Yates Martin rented the entire floor of the recently erected hotel. ‘Look at Sarah . . . Got her all dressed up ... in silk. Sent all the way to Paris’) acc222 Sarah was embarrassed. please,’’ she trembled. The election returns came. had won by a landslide. Later that night, the lights were out in Yates’ suite in the hotel. Sarah sat in the window listening to the noises outside. She sighed. Her son, Mark bounded into the room. ‘‘Gee, Ma,’’ he said, ‘‘you’re funny; you oughter be glad Papa’s elected. ?? Sarah pulled him to her. ‘‘I know, Mark, dear, but it doesn’t seem right, somehow ... We... we don’t belong here ...I1’m afraid, Mark .. Your father’s had too much good luck . . . We’re just living on luck . .. tryin’ to be great folks, when we’re just Kansas farmers... ”? (Continued tomorrow) DEY ates: Yates Page Five —\ pce = a ‘ya ‘een peal