The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-08-26
THE LATEST MAN

gently: a bumblebee tumbled upon
the broad face of a burdock leaf, too
overladen with pollen to fly; inter
locked branches traced a lacework
pattern on the ground, and the Sep
TENDER sunlight shimmering upon the
bank and water was like a benedic-
ton.
Ringold lay at length beside the
footpath, fiat upon his back, one leg
over the other, thus thrusting a very
trim and well snod foot into the air,
and with his hands clasped behind his
head pillowed on a hammock.
He watched a spider busily spinning
a thread so fine hat as it was carried
further and further out over the water
on the bosom of the breeze its end
was finally lost to sight. Such a busy
little creature as that spider was, too
1t positively made Ringold feel a de-
sire to be doing something himself,
just to see the spinner at work. So he
lit another cigarette and pulled stead
lily. A man can always find something
to do when he's in the country on a
vacation.
BY and by the spider, evidently be-
lieveing his aerial ship, or kite, or
whatever he was making. Of sufficient
strength, cut himself loose and went
flying away at the end of his thread.
Up and up the spider scared, and
away over the river; and having seen
the ascension Ringold was able to fol-
low the track of the cunning insect at
the end of his floating thread for some
yards.
That's a fine way to cross a river
he said to himself. Wish l could do
it as easily"
Simon Sholes, the storekeeper. came
trotting along the path, Hi, Bobby.
What are you doing there?' he asked,
casting a rather suspicious glance at
the recumbent figure.
Saving wood, Mr.. Sholes," re-
sponded the lazy one.
Sholes chuckled rather doubtfully.
and went IN Ringold knew he would
go down to his store and report that
Bob was just as lazy as ever. Three
years in the city hadn't change
a mite,
DR.. Newell hove in sight a moment
later. Really, the river path seemed a
favorite way to the village today!
That you Ringold? Taking it easy?'
"Oh, no, sir! I'm blowing for oats
Il reckon you would pillow for oats
this time O year, Ringold. 1t would
be just like you," said the old physi-
clan dryly, as he went on, his coat
tails tapping over his locked hands.
Makes these folks jealous to see a
man resting" declared Ringold to
himself.
"Humph! Working just about as
you ulster hey?" was old Peleg Mar
nays sharp remark as he passed a
minute later. And he scowled down
at the man of ease. He remembered
when Ringold mad stolen his golden
russets.
Harder" was the reply. I'm max
ng hay while the SUI shines. I'll sell
you a ton at a discount, Peleg," said
Ringold. He knew the old mans fail
ing.
By and by there was another step
on the path. Ringold had been wait
ing for it, but he did not raise his
head.
81 thought / would find you here"
said a voice scornfully. you are, Rob-
ert, the very LATEST man in the
world"
Think SOP"
Il know SOL" The girl tapped the
patent leather toe of her shoe with
the tip of her parasol. "And you mean
to say that they pay you $4,000 a year
in New York"
That's the figure"
What for?'
For thinking
And l suppose you have been
thinking all this livelong forenoon
that you have lain here?"
mo; I've been doing better"
What, pray?"
Watching spiders!" exclaimed
Ringold, laughing and getting lazily
upon his feet. Then he walked along
by the girls side, Then she kept her
face turned loftily from him, and that
evening she went to the church socia-
BILE with young Sholes. the storekeep-
er's son.
Il like a man who does things"
she told Ringold when he complain
ed.
. .
The last week Of his months va
cation conceded with Ringold's hopes.
To say the least. the weather was I'M
certain. Most of the time it rained.