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

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What did you say your name was,
mister?" asked Bunker.
j. Rufus Wallingford." answered
That gentleman. feeling that he had
better play safe on that item.
j thought | heard this other man
call you that" went on Mr.. Bunker.
well. Dir. Wallingford. I'm Just a
plain farmer. and. being I'm anxious to
get back TO my farm with some ready
cash. I'm willing TO make a Ieetie sac
r1fce to you. I'll call the farm $1,000
and the house $500 and the furniture
$1,000. That's $4,000. But l want spot
cash. There's a barn out there, too.
you know"
I'm think 1t over, but | know | won't
pay you that price," said Walingford.
You'd better think quick. for there's
other people wants this place. pre-
varicated Mr.. Bunker. Surprising you
Just walk out to the barn and back and
give me FOUR answer"
You'll be perfectly satisfied IL you
get your fifteen hundred?" inquired
"uiihSloIu oul Ut TIE DdTu-
satisfied" echoed Dollar Bill. I'D
be plumb slothfui."
All right: | think I'll give 1t to you,"
suddenly decided J. Rufus.
He want back toward the house, and
Mr.. Bunker came down the kitchen
steps to meet him.
There's a good grazing meadow
down yonder where the spring run goes
through" he urged.
You couldn't Craze a sick dog on It
III give you three thousand five hun
dred for the farm and everything In
II or on 1t If you can assure me Of a
clear quitclaim deed and will leave
Poplarville tomorrow and stay away"
"Cashr" demanded lafayette Run
ker with quiyering eagerness.
Money" wallingford assured him
plain. simple United States green
backs pronounced genuine at any
bank
-Come right over to Lafayette to the
courthouse" invited Mr.. Bunker. I'VE
can drive II In an honr and a half In
your hired rig out there"
Sieve" Bascom. so nicknamed be
cause his face was 80 infinitely and so
evenly pockmarkel and because he
could not hold liquor. plunged his spade
slowly into the turf of the old Bunker
front yard and paused to rest
This country's all for the rich" he
growled. "A man that's born poor
stays poor. an the only chance that
he's got is to slave from morning to
night"
Jim Jams Jones. working with an
equally reluctant spade on the oppo
site side of the path. paused In the
very act OF lifting a few clods 10 agree.
The tip of Mr.. Jones Dubious muse
was an angry copper red. aud there
was no sobriety to the wind ward sid
OF him.
"Some time they'll be a revolution
an the downtrod laborin' classes ii git
their rights" he thickly p~rophesied
For 2 cents Id refuse to drudge an
other stroke for this here rich Wa
lIpgford."
Sieve pried at his spade handleg TO
loosen the turf. Trouble IL VIC need
his money. an there's q law ag'inst
takin' 1t away from him. as we'd ort
to do" he opined.
pay" grumbled Jim Jams. turning his
own spadefui. "Supposin' be shouldn't
come backr' and he dropped his spade
In q sudden panic.
Wed lay a lien aglnst the proper
IT," pronounced Sieve confidently.
turning v another spadeful and pro-
ceeding to break II. This government
protects the laborin' man. | reckon
The CLINT OF something yellow caught
his eye. He stopped over slowly TO
examine II. then. with an involuntary
gasp and a furtive glance at Jim Jams
Jones, picked it up and nonchalantly
slipped it into his pocket.
"wha'd you tind?" asked Jim Jams,
nut without the useless exertion OF
coming over to see.
Nail" replied Sieve. with studied
carelessness SAY. Jim Jams. sup
p0S1n you 70 Oach Iouhu W ~ We"
and draw up that pint OF pug juice
we brought along
Jim Jams started back along the
path with nm alacrity that would nave
been deemed impossible In him by q
who had watched him spade. When
he returned Sieve had dug up an area
equal to his entire previous work OF
the morning. and the earth was pow
dered: also there was a fevertsh glitter
In sleeves eyes
Look here. jam Jams." said Sieve;
This Job ain't big enough foe two. an
II you don't nke to work at &c oon't
mind 6nishin' II myself"