The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-05-28
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6 THE OLD iilLLACRE HOMESTEAD 3
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ties.
Uncle Dabney's horse and wagon
we're always at Mollie's service on Sat
urdays to convey herself and her
truck" TO market, which proved quite
a convenience to the young house
holder.
THE old orchard too. which had been
we'll trimmed and cared for. showed its
gratitude by producing quite crop Of
Harvest Sweetings and Red Astra-
chans, affording Mrs. Hull ample
means for the exercise of her culinary
skill in the construction of luxurious
'pan-dowdies, apple cobblers, and ."e
like, while the milk from "Buttercup,'
the little Jersey COW. furnished butter
for the table and cream for the tea
and for the big bowl of raspberries or
blackberries which figured daily at the
evening meal.
But, while affairs continued 10 go
swimmlngly for Mollie. the croakers
found fresh cause for gossip in that
very fact.
They live mighty fine, an set tip
top table, admitted Aunt Melzena,
who had been spending the day" at
the old homestead. But | dunno how
Mollie works it. I'm feared she goes
In debt fur all them niek-nax."
But Mollie was too smart girl to
go in debt, and, if she did not lay up
much, she paid her way as she went.
Miss Mollie," said the professor one
day, taking seat on the porch beside
Mollie, who was scraplng carrots for
dinner what do you think these areY'
Nellie gave cursory glance at the
rough.looking bits held out to her. The
professor was always exhibiting
specimens" of one kind or another.
al should say they were rocks re-
turned Mollie, in true Western dialect
Exactly" smiled the professor. But
what kind Of rocks"
81 don't know" was the answer. 81
don't know one kind Of rock from an
other"
so thought" returned the profess
sor. grayely. IF you did. you would
not be keeping borders for living"
Mollie looked up In surprise
"Why?" she asked With some curl
osity. "What have rocks to do with
my keeping boarders?"
Just this" was the answer. This
bit of white rock here | Clipped off n
ledge In the old sheep pasture, on the
hillside. And to the best of my knowl-
edge and belief, that ledge is magne-
sian limestone, a superior kind of build
ing stone which is In great demand.
This other bit is of different kind of
rock, but quite valuable also, and is
used for door and window sills. 1t is
worth forty cents a square foot, and
there is no doubt but what 1t exists in
abundance on your farm. But, If the
other proves to be really magnetism
limestone. you could sell out tomorrow
for ten thousand dollars, Miss Mollie"
20, Professor Tallman! But how
but how should l go to work to find
out?' asked Mollie, clasping her hands
excitedly.
Leave it to me-" said the professor,
kindly. II am going to the city to-
morrow on business, and will take
these bits of rock and exhibit them
to the proper authorities. Then, Miss
Mollie you can either lease or sell your
property to good advantage"
Il shall not sell" declared Mollle, "if
l can help It,"
In due time the professor returned.
The specimen he had exhibited proved
to be magnetism limestone, and two
business men accompanied him to in
speet the ledge.
Before they left Mollie was offered
good price for her farm, or one thou
sand dollars year and certain share
in the profits Of the quarry.
She accepted the latter offer, and
soon the sound of hammer and drill
was heard in the once desplsed sheep
pasture ..a
The news was nine days wonder
among the neighbors
AS rocky as the Hillacre farm" had
been a byword In that locality for
years. and now to think those self
same rocks were to be coined into
money before their very eyes!
The astonlshed relatives fiocked to
The old homestead to congratulate Mol
lie on her good fortune
Steve Kimbe, was one of the first to
put in an appearance.
you was right In holdln onto the
old place, Mollie, after ALL" he de-
clared, radiantly. "And-and, of
course, you didn't think | meant to
break off with you, fur good and all,
MolleY
'1ndeed~ answered Mollie, with a
smile.
"Of course mott only wanted to try
you, an see If you wouldn't give in to
my way O thlnkin'. But It's lucky you
didn't, after what's happened. And
say. Mollie, when shall the weddin'
| be?'
But Mollie drew herself up with a
show of spirit, as she retorted, coolly:
81 don't know when your wedding
will be. Mr.. Kimble. but mine is to be
the LIST of September. I've been en-
gagged to Professor Tallman for two
months"
And there was nothing for the disap-
pointed Steve to do but hastily to take
] himself off.
Before Mollie's boarders left, In Sep
TENDER, there was merry wedding at
the old homestead, to which all her rel
atives were invited; but the most hon
ored among the guests was Uncle Dab