The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-07-09
In the irrigated Land

Ms. G-aEsoa entered D.
az lIfcheu- carrying pan pc
- H5eh w5ta sew patarees, SIZE
threw N -apatIsntly sharp -iance ~
7=a=d her husband lie was staining
saar chair als hand resting S-az4y
On Is back
-You sin ak 70 NE forever. III
e9awznu. baut thai water but I
had afrr springs stead o. afteeu ana
ne DRY season lasted twelve months
read o. six nos a drop. not zo.lt.fy
.r0n. would Mary Long git from me
O. as trenches. She's no friend O..
y zue-7
she 7ruz back East. mother
elawsou clicked az his own Doidness.
Her Vegetables IS al dryin' up-Aer
haarders Is leavln' on ey.ry down
stage"
\ GaiHt red showed itself under Ms
CIawson's dark. wrinkied skin she
lowered her Hrows omiHeus!F.
.D'Yeh happen to mind darT Long
a-nroalesyIu that Ia never do better
Than B.cs IT'D eroaked stick u TIE
naufmonyel maHsets'
GIawson lIad heard the report n
Mary Longs speech on the occasion
q mauy family jars; set Tie words
never failed 10 make him vince he
SAT down. throwing enc knee over ne
14har Then he crossed his wrists and
.et his uead fall forward aumb.y.
Il Wouldu llft anEer airs. CLAW
sens foiee was as solemn IS lie tell
laz u BELL for Mary Long
wouldn't give her a cup o. tea II she
come a-bezg.n' At ny back door. 70;
uot-Hot Il even Bobbie asst me to-.
Bobble vas their sou; and 10 refuse
any request Of hrs Was the dnai test
and triumph % Mrs. Ciawzou. VII
power.
Glawsou's eyes followed his VIE as
she drew up a chair aud began 20
serape the skins from The small. pink
brown peiaIoes. a look Of incredibly
came INTO his patient stare and rested
there.
After 4 little while BE said. stiil OBJ
serving his wife keeniy: II never
knew yeh 20 refuse Bobbie anything
JET. be- il he'd want . marry Hary
Longs gurll you'd
But ae stopped speaking. sllenesd y
the glare from his wlfes dark eyes.
The hand Folding The knife began
TO lrembie.
You ought o be ashamed o your
self suegesfiu' seeh a thing our Bob
bic 10 marry into mat family ID
rather he'd marry Al Inlun from up
The valley Don't set there With shat
look on your face. a. II you b'iieyed
seen a thing could happen.
she threw her head MP stifily. keep
Ing her eyes on her husband. meaning
to look him out Of couatenanee.
HIS glance dropped Don't lefs
auasT'l. mother Got anything FOR me
TO do? Coz plenty o woed In"
For a moment she was silent Her
husband must not be permitted 70 I'm
agIne tbat her Indignation could ee
appeased by aug such triaing over
lures
Yes she said. cutting or the word
hercely. = have got something fer
you 10 DO. Strengthen up that french
where IL makes The sharp turn mex
Mary Longs field Wen be lrrlgatln'
her corn patch the frs thing you
know She spoke contemptuensly
then she laughed low nud mallciously.
That dry trench o hers with only a
foot or two Of solid ground between
il and that fine little stream Of ours.
Ard some time. father, between this
an bedtime, want you 10 take a
stick and scratch two or three little
channels down Towards the to-
matoes The other garden stun Is fair
~ CROWN up out OF swamp; but.
somehow, tie tomatoes has been for
got"
Clawson rose and slowly left the
room.
While Mrs. Clawson prepared the
n0on-hour dinner she frequently peerpd
up the long slope leading from the
kitchen porch. II was planted In ne
thodical patches Of garden truck, Some
OF the green clumps had outgfown
their strength and could be seen 10
sprawl. as II for support over smaller.
stoclsier growfhs Mrs Clawson's gaze
was bounded by hedge Of manzanita.
Whose small trunks and twisted limbs
showed a soft red, like dressed cedar.
wide ditch ran along the hedge, the
water turning near the group Of pines
and hurrying down through The south
western corner Of the Clawson ranch
10 the creek
When Mrs Clawson saw her nus
band bend to. pick Up an armful Of
broken rock she sat down conteutedIy
near the open door; she braced the
small, square coffee mill. firmly he
tween her knees, and turned the han.
die with a fierce spirited movement.
"clawson. dinners ready she called
haif an hour Inter
Az she went along the path she
pulled or the withered roses from the
bushes. When she came to the barhed
wire fence che stood looking out crit,
ically across her neighbor's bllghted
corn field. Not a healthy stalk to be
seen anywhere among those siekly
plants; each one thirsing for water.
The ditch flowed rather n0lsily at hen
feet as II ran along the steepest part
Of the hill. Three hundred feet wes
the creek sang muscally In a muffiet
road.