The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-05-28
7ooHY. Us rediklse declared
NAV Aunt Meizens Mellon,
III ~Pe rfee1ly ewdaciousf

al garbS lSc the eeVsaratast sruiA-
lied Cousin Gideon.
she better ~ teak the ive hundred
dollars squire Sga1nrd offered her
sd 1.nele simeon saseiy. ITS more II
he a1a rsace j. wosh. aaI rocks, an
Tn aost Erowei Up WITH mullen stalks
an hoarhoun' an w.ld ehanomile-'
aud So the chorus vent on among
he Mellen and Halaene relations. tar
and ngsr. aud ali because Mollie Hin
acre. >clf-wucd gin. refased to part
wa The old homestead AID its twenty
zsass of sterile sail which had be-
come hers on the death OF Grandpa
uazlacre. some few months previous.
Among all the clan there was no one
10 take Mollie's side of the question
but ola Uncle Dabney AIellen, who oe-
euniest rlie,afd Joining farm.
'SIoHio amt nobody fool. L kin tell
We, he would say. nodding his head
wisely An. eff she hangs onter the
old homestead shell make 1t pay, one
way or anuther, or my name amt Dab
ney Mellen,"
But the other relatives only shook
their heads forebodingly and declared
that "a wlllful woman must have her
own way" and they washed their
hands of her entirely
As she makes her bed, so she must
.tny in.it,7 declared Uncle Simeon, trite-
y. AN if she comes 10 grief she
needn't speet us to help her out"
of course not echoed the rest.
But still MolIie persisted in taking
her own head" in spite of their predic-
tons and representations
Even ste%es Kffnble, Aiollies af!
lianeedt loSer. sided against her He
was distant cousin on the Mellen
side.
What could we ever do here, Mol
LEE he argued Il couldn't make a
liyin' on. ibis old WORKOUT ground!
'Taint. fit fur nothin' but blaek-eyed
peas. Why,. 1t wouldn't grow a bushel
o wheat to the acre. An look at the
ole sheep pastur'. The amt skeersely
d blade o grass ON It all summer But
if we had the five hundred dollars l
could set ub'a store at the crossroads,
an we'd seon be a gittin rich"
Butt love the old place, Steve"
persisted MoIlie. Il was born here,
you know. and"
'Shuek! What If you wasf" inter
rupted Steve, inpationtly. "Well, you
kin have your choice, Mollie. If you
think more4o, the ole place than you do
of me-. why, keep it. But you can't
have. both, that's ALL"
Steve, cried Mollie, do you mean
itY'
YES, returned Steve, sullenly, Il do
mean it,
There's your ring. then said Mol
lie, quietly, "and good evening"
And she walked proudly up the
rass-grown walk to the house, while
Steve slung himself angrily away.
Here was fresh food for the gossips.
for the news of Mollle's broken en-
gagement soon spread abroad, and the
tongues wagged and heads were shak-
en- more than ever
But Mollie paid no heed to their
fault1nding.
Il must contrive some way to make
a living" she told herself, land why
not try Keeping boarders? If the place
is worth five hundred dollars to Squire
Stafford. it's worth that much to me-
The old house has rooms enough to
quarter1a regiment, nearly land, IL the
furniture is old-fashioned, It's well pre-
seFFedr~aRd l must make it do: I
think l can get grandpa's old house
keeper, Mrs Hal, TO, stay and help
me- as she has not made any engage
ment yet And now Dor ways and
means. The place is rocky, and worn
out, to be sure. but III have the old
stable torn away-it's ready TO tumble
down anyway-and take that place for
my garden, and a shed will do for the
COW. | can raise vegetables enough,
withea little outsidesh help. 40 pay for
most ofsmy groceries. and the Old. or
chard and the berry patch, trimmed
up little, will bring dutre a crop of
frafts1'' 1851. y
And having laid her. pl,tns. like n
sklllful general, Mollle went to work
with a will.
Afrsynulrs ,serNaes were soon Sc
cured, and the old house puff into zap
ple-ple" order. 1853 $500. .. 80
The windows were secured, curtains
taken down, washed and ironed, and
put up again. Carpets were taken up,
cleaned, and put down again.
The old-fashionad ponderous furni-
ture was rubbed; with tirpentlne till
you could see yourself in the tall bed
posts and chair backs, and the mirrors
and brass fire irons We're polished till
they shone again.
Uncle Dabney Mellen, with his hired
hand. came and pulled down the rick
ETY. stable, chopped up the old logs
into iirewood, and plowed and har-
rowed the garden, besides helping Mol.
lie to plaintiff s7 -.
And when all was ready few judi
.cious advertisements brought Mollie
the requisite number of boarders.
There were Mr.. and Mrs. Smythe, q
wealthy elderly couple, who were
charmed with the big rooms, the old.
fashioned, clawlegged tables and
chairs, the vine-hung porches and
verandas and the wholesome country
fare.
There was Mrs. Fenshawe a gushing
widow, who went into raptures over
the beautiful view of crusted hilItops
and shadowy valleys, bounded by tn.
far, blue-tinted horizon.
And tbara vraS Mice rrufto,, - Sxood