The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-07-06

maxim out with the churnin'. La! !
feel like it's a waste o time to do q
Hex O. work with him in thar actin
Ike q child. Eff we both 20 in together
it'll LOOK like we've c~oncOcked some
thin'. but we must stop i'm eff we kim"
Alan went into the parlor on the LETT
OF the wide. uncarpeted hall. The room,
had bite plastered walls. but the cell
ing WAS of boards planned By hand m
painted sky blue. In one corner stoe!
II very old piano with pointed. octag
oaal legs and a stool with hairclJrt
covering. The f"eplace was wide and
nign n nad II screen made of a dec
Grated window shade tightly pasted OF.
u wooden frame. Old man Bishop sat
near a window and through his steer
framed nose glasses was carefully read
Ing a long document written OH Legal
cap paper. He paid no attention to the
entrance of his son. but the lawyer. "
snort, fat man OF sixty-fiye with thicE
black hair that fell below his coat col
lar. rose and extended his hand.
'How's Alan!' he asked pleasantly
Il saw you down in the field as | comp
along, but | couldn't catch your eye
You see, I'm out after some o yo",
dads cash. He's buying hisse'f ricn
My Lord. if il ever Toes turn his way
he'll scoop in enough money to set yor
an your sister up for life! Folks tell
me he owns mighty neal every stick
al timber land in the Cohutta valley.
an what he has he gotta at the bottom
icure."
IF it ever turns his way" SAID
Alan. But do you see any prospect
Gf its ever doing so. Mr.. Trabue?"
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
Il never bet on another mans trick.
my boy. and | never throw cold water
on the plans of a Spectator. | used
to when | was about your age. but l
saw so many Of 'em get rich by paying
20 attention to me that | quit right
off. A man ought to be allowed to use
his w judgment"
Old Bishop was evidently not hear
ing n word Of this conversation. being
wholly absorbed in studying the de
tails of the deed before him. Il reckon
It's all right" he finally said. You
say the Tompkins children are all of
4ge?"
yes, Effie was the Youngest an
severed Trabue, land she stepped over
The line last Tuesday. There's her
signature in black and white. The
deeds all right. l don't draw up any
other sort"
Alan went to his father and leaned
over him. Father" he said softly
and yet with firmness. Il wish you'd
not act hastily in this deal. You ought
to consider mothers wishes, and she is
nearly distracted over it."
Bishop was angry. His massive.
clean shaven face was red. I'D like
to know what I'd consult her fer" he
said. "In a matter o this kind a WON
ans about rs responsible as a suckin'
baby"
Trabue laughed heartily. well, l
reckon it's a good thing your wife
didn't hear that or she'd show you
whether she was responsible or not. ]
couldn't have got the first word of
that off my tongue before my wife
hOhlu Al AAONhNh hIt Cltdn InIOuSu
that wall"
Alfred Bishop seemed not to care for
levity during business hours, for he
greeted this remark only with a frown.
He scanned the paper again and said,
well, eff thar's any flaw in this !
reckon you'll make it right"
"Oh. yes, I'll make any mistake of
mine good" returned Trabue. The
papers all right"
You see" said Alan to the lawyer,
mother and / think father has al
ready more of this sort of property
than he a carry, and
Il wish you and yore mother d let
my business alone" broke in Bishop,
firing up again. "Trabue heer knows
I've been worryin' i'm fer the last two
months to get the property in salabie
shape. Do you reckon after he gets il
that away | want 10 listen to yore two
tongues a-waggin' in open opposition
to it?'
Trabue rubbed his hands together.
ut really cont make a bit of differ
nee to me. Alan, n way or the
other" he said Practically, I'm only
acting as attorney for the Tompkins
estate and get my fee whether there's
a transfer or not. That's where | stand
In the matter"
But IFS not whar | stand in ii, Mr..
Trabue." said a firm voice in the door
way. 1t was Mrs. Bishop. her blue
eyes flashing. her face pale and rigid.
Il think I've got a right-and a big
one-to have a say 81 in this kind of a
trade. A woman ats stayed by a
mans side fer thirty odd yeer an
raked an scraped to hep save a little
handful o. property fer her two chill
dren has got a right TO raise a rumpus
when her husband goes crooked like
Alfred has an starts in to bankrupt
'em all jest fer a blind notion o. his'n."
"oh, thar you are" said Bishop. lift
ing his eyes from the paper and glar-
ing at her over his glasses. Il knowed
I'D have 10 have a Touchdown an
drag out fight with you fore ! signed
my name. so sail in an git Il over.
Trabue's got to ride back to town"