The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-09-10
CO ALL grasses on the bank waved
gently; a laundering bumblebee

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gently; a laundering bumblebe'
tumbled upon the broad face OF
a burdock leaf, too overladen with pol
len 10 fly; interlocked branches traced
a laeework pattern on the ground, and
the September sunlight ~shimmering up
on the bank and water was like a bene
diction.
Ringold lay at length beside the foot.
path, fiat upon his back, one leg owe
the other, thus thrusting a very trim
and well shod foot into the air, and
with his hands clasped behind his head
pillowed on Il hammock.
He watched a spider buslly spinning
1 thread so fine that as II was carried
urthsr aud further out over the water
n the bosom of the breeze Its end was
nally lost to sight. Such a busy little
Feature as that spider was, too! II
sillyely made Rlngold feel a desire
be dong something himself, just Il
@ The spinner at work. So he lii an
= hr cigarette and pulled steadily. A
nan can always find something 10 dc
it'll lit D III the NOuhbi5 Ou a Nuiu'
~.
by and by fhe spider, evidently be.
wing his aerial ship, or kite. or what,
yer he was making. Of sufficient
strength. cut himself loose and went
lying away at the end Of his thread
~ and up the spider scared. and
IWay over the river. and having seen
he ascension l,ipgold was able 10 fol
low The track OF the cunning insect al
the end OF his floating thread for some
yards.
That's a fine way 10 cross a river
he said 10 himself. wish | could do II
as easily"
Simon Sholes, the st~orekeeper. 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.. Sc les" respond.
ed the lazy one.
Sholes ehuckled rather doubtfully,
and went on. Ringold knew be would
90 down TO his store and report that
Bob was just as lazy as ever. Three
years in the city hadn't changed him
a mite
DIR. Newell hove In sight a moment
later. Really. The river path seemed a
favorite way 10 the village today.
That you Ringold? Taking it easyY"
"Oh. no, sir! I'm blowing for oats"
Il reckon you would pillow for oats
this time o. year, Rlngold. Ii would be
just like YOU" said the old physician
dryly, as he went on, his coattalls flap
ping over his locked hands.
Makes these folks Jealous to see a
man resting" declared Rlngold TO him.
self.
"Humph. Working just about as
you useter, heyf' was old Peleg Mar
nays sharp remark as he passed a
minute later. And he scowled down at
the nan OF ease. He remembered
when Rlngold had stolen his golden
russets.
Harder" was the reply. I'm max.
Ing hay while the sun 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 waiting
for 1t, but he did not raise his head.
II thought | would ind you here"
said a voice sc%ornfully. you are, Rob-
ert, the very LATEST nan in the world"
Think SOL"
81 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 $1,000 a year in
New York.
That's the figure"
What for 2"
For thinking"
And suppose you have been think
ing all this llyelong afternoon hat you
have lain herei'
mo; I've been doing better"
What, prayT"
Watching spiders" exclaimed Ring
old, laughing and getting lazily upon
his feet. Then he walked along by the
girls side. But she kept her face turn
ed loftlly from him, and that evening
she went TO the church sociable with
young Sholes, the storekeeper's son.
Il like a man who does things" she
told Ringold when he complained.
The last week OF his months vaca-
ton conceded with Ringold's hopes.
To say the least, the weather was un-
certain. Most OF the time It rained.
When II did not rain 1t poured. The
river rose enormously. The water had
not been 50 high (these be the words
OF the Oldest Inhabltant) since the
great storm in SO. The meadows were
afiood. Where Rlngold had lain and
dreamed away the sunny afternoon the
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