White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-10-10

BY the pounds. SO regularly were tAeg
| graduated In ~roundness.
Blackie came whirling back and
helped wallingford to his feet. but the
big fellow could not stand.
II knew your Internal bicycle Trip
would be the death Of me-" he chang
ed as he leaned heavily ON Blackde.
"Welsher!" retorted Blackie. III you'd
stuck to your bicycle you wouldn't have
been hurt What's the matterY"
"Kneecap." replied Wallingford. WING
ing with pain. II think I've punctur
ed 1t. It's swelling to beat the band"
They have a telephone at the STORE
suggested Blackie. III you can only
get that far you a rest until We b
cate the machine or until It comes
back"
II can't make It." replied Wallne.
ford, testing bis foot on the ground
and paling from the pain. Big drops
Of perspirat1on were pouring down h.
face, and be was quite obviously hi
agony.
81 might offer to help get him inooi
my house. said the farmer.
$50 you might" accepted Blackiel
with alacrity. III you'll Just grab Mr.
Wallingford on his light side over
there I'll struggle along with his heavy
side.r
Between the two they managed cpl
get the huge W~allingford into TIE
house. while the row Of calico clad wo
men disappeared ike q perspective o.
bowling pins. the little one nrst The
pain increasing with every step. the
men tool Wallingford directly into the
front bedroom and put him to bed
and the farmer, seizing the golden op
portunity. ~teIephoned to Pinkeyvfle'
for Old Doc Tut
Blackie made an entirely useless ex-
iask and. urged on by the suffering
Wallingford. issued an earnest reQuist-
ton for some frst aid to the sober.
II got some. but l dassent sell It" ~
turned the farmer. You can get e
down at Sam Bludgeon's emporium
Blackie. who was a man of action.
started for the door. The farmer fol
lowed him out into the Grape paper IT
ting room.
"Reckon you might as well regfstsE
before you CO." he suggested. produe-
ing a thin ruled blank book hbelo0
Compositions"
sls this a hotel7" inquired Blach1A
much pleased.
swell, sort O. So" replied the proprt-
etor. II take care Of most Of the
strangers that come this way. They
call this the Purity House because I'm
4 JEFF Purity. I got a big house and .
wife and three growed up girls that
amt doing much except the mflkin'
and washin' and bakin' and scrubbin'
and such chores In the Oh season this
way, and I amt one to refuse ready
cash." II
"Such Is the custom of our country,
agreed Blackie, writing solemnly 1t the
top of the FIRST blank page In the com
position book:
THE TRAVELLERS.
There came to the spiendidly appointed
Purity House on the mild autumn day Of
Nov. 80. 1911. two distinguished gentlemen
one fat and Ill favored and the Other
slender and handsome. the name OF the
former being J Rufus Wallingford OF
Tarryville and of the latter. Horace q
Daw, mayor Of the same thriving anc
exclusive suburb Parior A Dinner The
end.
JEFF Purity looked owe the compoGl
ton. chewing a quill %toothpick re1ec
lively. Rates. 81 u day EACH" he stat
ed and closed the book
Blackie walked into the emporium
and through the whisk broom depart
ment. the dry goods section. the hard
ware counter and the grocery aisle
straight around u glass paneled screen
where be found behind an abnormalls
short bar q red faced man with . luz
uriant yellow mustache and his ball
parted and pasted as II 1t had been
done with Q rowei pouring whisky
from a huge demijohn into a string o.
various labeled bottles.
"When you get to the best grade 81
rye p0ur NE out about Q pint WI.
your requested Blackie.
The bartender. who was muscled like
a derrick, regarded Blackie with .
friendly eye. ANY particular brandt
he asked. az he went on pouring.
Blackie smiled appreciatively. ~ HI
eye rolled over the line Of bottles and
discerned every well known hbd
mo. l think I'll take mine right ont
Of the Jug" he decided
"You don't look like Q guy that would
be after the cheap goods" commented
the bartender, but you can never tell
and, reaching back. he took q dash
from the shelf and filed 1t with rye
from the demijohn. after which he
filed up a bottle labeled Fine Old
Kentucky Bourbon"
Blackie took his pint flask and laid
down a dollar. The salesman dipped
it no~nchalantly into a drawer and toss
ed back a quarter.
Flows the old town." he asked with