The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1899-07-06
ooN Y Jovel What a beauty!
JS Who Is this old man. The The

JO0 VINO IL thls, olu Ihan9
- speaker stood In an admiring
+ attitude before the picture OF young
girl, while the one questioned answer
ed briefly: My sister"
20, say, Paul, that won't do. We
don't put our sisters pictures In
/ frames like that"
Don't we? Well, do. o, hang It,.
Burt, don't you see that I'm busy l
/ cant work while your tongue Is wag-
cling. Get out OF here now, and II you
won't show your face here again to
/ day you shall spend the month Of July
with me at my home. and then you
shall Judge for yourself whether that
frame is too good for my sisters pie
ture,' and Paul Reynolds gave his
chum good natured push toward the
/ door
do you mean that? Hurrah! Why.
that would be worth a lifetime Danish
ment-no offense to you, old fellow,
and Burton Smith mildly expressed his
/ delight by turning somersaults across
/ the room, walking back on his hands.
/ then, bringing his feet TO the floor, he
/ shot upwards and, catching hold OF a
bar above his head, he drew himself
up and whIrled around the bar with
/ the proficiency OF an acrobat, dropping
/ TO the floor with shout OF overlooking
mlrth.
Get out OF this, you rattlehead!'
/ And, having him outside. Paul shut the
4 door IN his face, and heard him go
/ downstairs at breakneek pace which
brought the good old iandlady to the
door In alarm. expecting to find some
/ body at the bottom with broken neck.
"Sakes allYel That Mr.. Smith again!"
/ she exclaimed.
| Burton's walk home had tendency
to quiet his hllarity, but that face was
still before him. and after sitting in
deep thought for an hour he sprang up
with alacrity.
I'll do 1t, by Jovel She can't feel
deeply offended. anyway, and I'll sign
only part OF my name. Better for the
/ futures sake TO be on the safe side.
There, that'll do, l think"
Belle Reynolds stood with an open
letter In her hand, and her eyes fash
ed angrlly as she spoke her thoughts
aloud. soft headed IDIOT Heard of
me through a friend, indeed This
stranger"
Then something like the truth swept
through her mind and her fun-loying
mind reasserted itself, and, going 10
her desk. she wrote:
MIR. Charles Burt-Your most extra
ordinary letter savors strongly of the
Wedding Bells class, but you forgot TO
state whether your motive was for
pleasure, pastlme, or with view TO
matrImony.' Whatever your object
may be, permit me to say that you ere
guilty of gross lmpertinence. My friend,
Matilda Brindle, would call you sassy
Are you aware. sir, of the risk you
Incur by asking to correspond with
spinster Of the tender age of 81? Let
me enllghten you. | will honestly de-
scribe the picture which my mirror re-
fleets, and then, perhaps, you will con-
graduate yourself on having found a
person so frank as myself. My red
dlsh-yelIow hair, already thin on top.
hangs In rlnglets about my full-slzed
ears my freckled nose Is elevated by
nature to a high degree, my teeth are
conspicuous by the absence OF not a
few. and my greenlsh gray eyes would
be my one redeeming feature IL were
not cross-eyed. am tall and command
ing-most emphatlcally commanding.
My joints are too large to allow my
wearing rings, so don't send any.
am strong minded woman, sir, SO
think well before you further commit
yourself. Il. r."
When Burton Smith received this
mockIng epistle he dove both hands
Into his trousers pockets and stood gaz-
/ Ing at his feet with most detected air.
No acrobatie performances now. o, no.
No occasion for them. But as the humor
of the whole AFFAIR struck him, he
threw back his head and laughed-he
roared.
"rhe little Mink Serves me right,
though. But how foolish she could
make a fellow feel. Smith, you're an
assm
The June days passed, the eagerly