White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-09-19

tWo iutny oncs.
"Aw. cut it. Jim Jamsr" pleaded
Sieve.
James, corrected the other. smack.
ing his fist inaccurately on the edge OF
the table. James J.. Jones. an that
goes. Rusty nails. eh? Look here, Sieve,
this il what I'm goin' to do with you.
You're goin' to stay home tomorrow.
a n I'm goin' To spade up the rest O.
that Bunker front yard myself. Tha's
because you tried to do me-"
Pinky Slump walked quietly out OF
the rear door. Rhubarb Jennings re
garded his going thoughtfully. and fol.
lowed. There seemed a strange thrill
Of intensity In the Mike took
Oh his apron and handed 1t to his bar
tender.
Fifteen minutes afterward Sieve
Bascom and James j. Jones were left
10 uninterrupted conversation. with
only a nervous bartender to wait on
them. The bartender turned them out.
s0dden in walking sleep. half an hour
before closing firne and sailed forth
to borrow q spade and a lantern. There
was none to be had.
eoplarviile suddenly burst from oh
security and elbowed its way into a def
mite location on the map. j. Rufus Wal
lingford. waiting for just that transfer
nation. grabbed all the papers from the
newsstand and caught the first train.
driven by the stern necessity of pro
tecting his property. At the station he
wired Blaekie Daw to close up his
deal In lronburgh and come on. Then
he climbed into the train and surround
ed himself with entertaining informa-
ton A miser story always finds its
way to the front page. and the New
York correspondent in Poplarville had
a g~orgeously creative mind which was
attuned 20 the safe and conservative
harmony Of only 1000 per cent exag-
geration.
The grounds Of the recently defunct
Jonathan Bunker had proved to be a
yeritable gold mine. and the citizens
of Poplarviile had gone money mad.
Fabulous deposits of yellow coin had
been unearthed at every spadeful, and
untold wealth had suddenly come upon
families that had been poor for gen.
erations. A thousand dollars had been
unearthed from the roots of an old
rosebush: another thousand had been
concealed beneath the flooring OF the
platform; a fortune had been discov-
cred In the corner Of the long unused
dog kennel: in the rotted front gate
post had been found the price of a
farm. and Wallingford as he devoured
these and smaller glowing details ad
mired the mental OF a writ
err who could turn AN exact $500 worth
of gold and silver coin into such an in
exhaustible Golconda.
The best was yet to come. however
for, after having detailed these few
simple facts. the budding genius. will
n loud PUNK. fell back on his imagi
nation. and. though hemmed in by tn
absence of display type. narrated in
free running. ball bearing lie how tn
worthy citizens had staked out claim
In the front yard. the back garden. thu
stony hillsides and the meadow an,
how this morning they were feverish
IN Du1luE uuu StillIE SudTcS III tucot
claims on Flagpole square.
Pausing to give the tension spring OF
his typewriter another twist. the glee
full. gurgling correspondent had manu-
featured a gaudy life history for the
secretive old Jonathan and incidental
ly mentioned that the historic old man
sion. provided on the spot with a 70
nance of the Revolutionary war, one
of the civil war and with a ghost, wal
a repository of priceless antique fur
niture dating from the landing of Co
lumbus, the whole now being owned
by one J. Rufus W~allingford, a world
famous connoisseur and antiquarian
On the arrival Of Mr.. Wallingf0rt
wholesale arrests were expected.
Edited, instructed and improved BY
this intellectual treat. Wallingford
stepped from the train at Poplarvills
and ran straight into an eager young
chap with stra W colored hair and gold
trimmed glasses.
This is Mr.. Waliingford, l believe
said the young chap before the porter
had set down that eminent connoas
seur and antiQuarian's grips.
Wallingford clutched him warmly BY
the hand and viewed him with franh
admiration. You're the young mar
who writes for the New York papers,'
be correctly guessed. whats youl
manner"
paul Pollet-"
THAT cinches IT, chuckied Walling
ford. You're hired"
Paul Pollet had produced a notebook
to make a few jottings. but now hs
slammed II back into his pocket
Home. hotel or sherif'sY he briskly
inquired. bundling Wallingford into {
rickety old cab.
"Sheriff?" repeated Wallingford II
terplexity. "Oh. yes; | suppose yor
have it all planted for me to arrest thu
town"
A shade OF disappointment dawnet
on the others face. Il have a poss,
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