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expert miner, but his fondness for strong drink, threatened to make him an object of charity in his old age, and he was too high spirited to beg. He had a heart as big as a mountain, and all that can be said against poor old Tom, is that “he was his own worst enemy.” He sat in his door at noonday, lonesome and glum and sad ; the flies were buzzing about him, led by a blue winged “gad.” Not a sign of business was there, but the flies kept on buzz- ing about the old man’s hair. At last in misery he shouted: “Great Scott! I’m covered with flies.” And the zephyrs that toyed with his whiskers whispered, “Why don’t you adver- tise?” J. H. Gordon was in town Wednesday, and to an Enterprise man stated that the ravages of bear in the neighborhood of Black Hawk, were becoming monotonous. Bear have killed no less than twenty-five head of calves within the past two weeks. Ada Hume's Case The Fair Prisoner Gets Three Years in the PenitentiaryProbably one of the most remarkable as well as most interesting trials that has ever occurred in southern New Mexico, or for that matter, in the southwest, was that of the trial of Ada Humes, charged with the murder of Jack V. Brown, of this place, last winter. The case was taken to Las Cruces from Grant County on a change of venue. The trial took place last week, occupying nearly five days.