The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1900-03-22
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looked down at her heaven-blne eyes
with troubled light in his own.
But. Ernest. why? She is woman.
this aunt OF yours. with all woman's
tender and feminine influences" plead
ed Lucy Rodney.
"She is an old maid. Lulu, with all
an old maids unaccountable whims and
caprlees. And | tell you she would
never forgive me If she were to know
of my marriage"
Luey's brown eyes gllttered through
momentary tears.
Ernest, ! am sometimes tempted to
wish that you had never seen me-"
Lucy! BY darling! Are you so soon
beginning TO lose hope and courageF
he asked. almost reproachfnlly.
"Only for your sake. Ernest. am
happy. just as we are"
"'rhen, dearest, dismiss the one shad-
ow from your heart. We will struggle
along for the present. anyway-and
when my aunts property becomes
ours"
"Oh. Ernest. It seems so wrong thus
TO look forward to the death of ones
fellow creatures"
He smiled and shrugged his Shout
ders.
at Is the way OF the world, my love.
And | have certainly nothing to expect
from Aunt Esther during her lifetime.
Now. little one, give me kiss, and
wish me Godspeed. II succeed in SELL
Ing my picture | will be back by noon
If not-why, then. shall just try
again"
And so the young artist parted from
his pretty wife.
Lucy ran after him TO the steps.
Ernest Ernestl You'll be sure and
not forget 10 order the little cradlel
Baby came SO near falling off the sofa
last night"
I'm remember" said Ernest Rodney.
He would have liked to spring into an
omnibus instead OF walking on that
sultry June morning; he would have
enjoyed a cigar-but he remembered
Luey's darned gown and mended
gloves. aud resolutely buttoned up his
slender purse.
NO. he said TO himself. at Is these
indulgences that drain away fellows
income: ! must not give way 10 a single
one-not until am richer than Mt pres
ent.'
While pretty Lucy sat down by the
window. Its seat filled in with roses and
geraniums. 10 sing her blue-eyed baby TO
sleep. and coutrive how she could best
turn her only black silk dress upside
down and inside out. to make 1t seem
like new again.
Messrs Newell 4 Moulding. furniture
dealers and upholsterers. had just
struck .. and Mr. Moulding entered
with brisk step.
Boy" cried he. breathlessly. 10 an
overgroWn specimen of the genus homo.
who WIS polishing a bedslead back,
"wherc is this cradle TO go?"
"Name Of L. Rodney" the boy speed
lily made answer
"Whereyn
The boy scratched his head.
IL forget. sir" he reluctantly re-
piled. But know the name was Rod
ney."
You're n laundering headed dolt."
Mr. Moulding barked impatiently out
DO yon expect an article Is to stand
here all day after being bought and
paid forl Give nfe the directory
quick"
He whlrled the pages over with his
finger and presently came TO medita-
tive pause.
Rodney. E. he muttered between
his teeth, mo. - General street. Take
1t around there at once. Martin. None
of your loating around. now"
And Martin, shouldering the cradle,
started with prompttude.
Miss Esther Rodney sat mt her worst
ed work by the front window when
Martin toled up the steps. his brow
b5@.kd with perspiratlon. Now. Hiss
Esther was n tall. thin old maid, with
a brown face. angular jaws and irresa-
lar teeth.
BLESS my soul allyer' cried Miss Es-
ther, dropping the worsted needle
which was about TO finish dogs nose
in gray and white zephyr, whats that
thing coming here forf" and she jerked
up the window. Boy! boyl there is
some mistaken
Martin stared.
"Name OF L. Rodney. memw said he.
CHANGING obviously ut the door-plate,
which bore similar legend.
"Humphr' shifted Miss Rodney.
what on earth do you suppose want
with such m article as that2 Who
ordered M"
Your husband, mem, | s'pose," an
swered Martin. hopelessly.
Never had such thing In my lfe."
retorted the spinster. sharply.
at was n young gentleman. mem, n
tall party with brown whskers." ex-
planned Martin, name of Il. Rodney"
A sudden light broke In upon Miss
Rodney's bewlldered brain.
''lts my nephew. Ernest" cried she.
"As true as live and breathe. It's my
nephew Ernest A cradlel Then he's
been aud gone and married that artists
daughter, after all, But I'll be nj the
bottom of the mystery, or I'll know the
reason why"
what be a-gon' to do with the
vacantly demanded the unsuc-
cessful embassy of Messrs. Newell Il
Moulding, after waiting In vain for
some further advice.
Take II to Jericho, for what ! care
said Miss Esther sharply. only don't
bring 1t here. We want no cradles in
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