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remarked that it looked pretty raw to have a saloon following after men wherever they managed to get work, and it was agreed to boycott the place. Outsiders coming in patronized the place some, and occassionally a Keystone miner broke over but, though Cook hired one of the miners to tend bar, the boycott was effectually maintained and the place never prospered. Later, Cook sold it to a gambler from Vanderbilt named Simms, but the boycott continued. Simms, in turn, sold it to an old man named Harley who stuck to the place, though doing but little business until August, 1895, when he died. The place was then closed up.The Keystone company maintained a crude little store, or "commissary" where clothing and other necessities were sold. It was run by Oscar Hibbard, who also did the assaying for the company. At first the boarding house was run on salary by James Scott, but, in the fall of that year, Mrs. Gann [had twin girls- Dream and Dema- one later married Will Stewart, son of Helen J. Stewart] and [her daughter] Dema, of Overton took over the boarding house and ran it for several months. This was the year of the ColumbianExposition in Chicago and I was strongly tempted to quit work and visit it, but I finally concluded to stay with my work.I was on night shift the greater part of the time that fall. There was lots of gambling in the bunk house that year and frequently a poker game would be still running when we came off shift at 3 o'clock in the morning.I was sending my wages back to the bank in Wetmore, Kansas and, as winter came on, I was in a quandary whether