The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1905-11-22

reply, II must pull my lobster traps
fust, an after that I'll take We In my
dory an well go an find yer boat l
guess she must be lynn in Seal cove,
the only openin' 'twixt here an the
head she'd be likely ter run into"
And so your daughter is an artist,
Is sheY, asked Albert, Indifferent now
as to where the Gypsy was or when
he was likely to return to her. HAS
she eve taken lessonsy'
mo, 1t comes nat'ral to her." replied
Uncle Terry; ''she showed the bent O.
her mind fore she was ten years old,
an she's pestered me ever since ter git
her canvas an paints an SIGH. But
then, I'm willin' ter, he added In a
tender tone. Telly's a good girl, an
Lissy an me set great store by her.
She's all we've got in the world" Then
pointing to a small white stone just to
the right Of where they were, he
added, ''Thar's whar the other ones
been layin' fer morn twenty years."
This one has grown to be a very
beautiful girl" said Albert quietly,
land you have reason to be proud of
her"
Uncle Terry made no reply, but
lost In a reverie, and Albert
slowly pulled his cigar and looked out
on the ocean and along the ever widen
ing path Of moonlight. He wished
that this fair girl, SO quantity spoken
of, were there beside him, that he
talk to her about her art. How
it could be managed and what excuse
to give for remaining longer than the
morrow he could not see. He looked
toward the house, white in the moon
light, with the tall lighthouse and its
beacon fash just beyond. and won
dered Ii he should see the girl again
that night. He was on the point Of
suggesting they go in and visit a little
with the ladies when Uncle Terry
said:
II believe ye called yerself a lawyer.
Mr.. Page, an from Boston. Do We hap
pen to know a lawyer thar that has got
eyes like a cat an rubs his hands as il
he was washin' ZEN while he's talk
IMP
Albert gave a start. II do, Mr.. Ter
ry," he answered. Il know him well.
His name is Frye, Nicholas Frye"
An as ye're a lawyer. an one that
looks to me as honest" continued Uncle
what is yer honest opinion of
this Mr.. Fryer"
THAT Is a question l would rather
not answer" replied Albert. until i
know why You ask 1t and what your
opinion Of Mr.. Frye Is. Mine might not
flatter him, and / do not believe in
speaking Ill of anybody unless forced.
to-"
Uncle Terry was silent. ,videnrIy re
volving a serious problem in his mind.
Il am goin' to beg yer pardon, MI.
he said at last, FER speakin'
the way ! did regardin' lawyers In gin.
erai. My 'sperence with 'em has been
bad, an materially / don't trust ZEN
much. I've had some dealtn's with
this ERE Frye bout a matter | don't
to tell bout, an the way things
workin' amt as they should be. 1
b'Iieve I'm robbed right along, an II
ye're willin' to help me l shall be most
grateful an will give we my
word I'll never let on to anybody what
ye say--an' Silas Terry never yit broke
his promise"
Albert silently offered his nand to
Uncle Terry, who grasped it cordially.
II will tell you, Mr.. Terry he said
the ~handshake, "all / know about
Mr.. Frye and what my opinion is of
him. What your business with him is,
matters not. ] am certain you will
keep your word. / recently worked for
Mr.. Frye six months and left him to
open an Office for myself, In that six
/ became satisfied Nicholas
Frye was the most unprincipled villain
masked under the name Of lawyer.
II all those you have had business with
like him, I don't wonder at your
remark today"
Uncle Terry leaned forward. with ell
bows on his knees, resting his face In
the palms of his hands, and calculated:
Il knew 1t! / knew IT.! I'm a blamed
old fool an ought to hev a keeper put
over me-" Then turning to Albert he
added, I've paid that thief over $500
this year an hain't got a scrap Of paper
to show fer I, an nothin's been done
20 fer a. / kin see bout the business"
He meditated a few moments and then
turning around suddenly added. MY
wife an Telly don't know nothin' bout
this, an ! don't want they should.
Thar's a sucker born every mint an
two to ketch him. an | b'lieve it! I've
been ketched an skinned fer dead sure.
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