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


ing ink on his ear. but happy. He i'm
m~ediately bounced into the cab. Nov,
Mr.. Wa:lingford. what am | hired f0rr'
Secretary and prospectus writer"
'I1l have old Henry stop at the Of
fee OF the Evening Reformer." return-
ed Paul happily. Il have to resign.
l suppose there's no use talking salary.
You'll pas me more than I'm getting
now and expenses. How soon may l
write a prospectus?'
Right away" promised Wallingford.
Il want a iossy descriptive catalogue
Of that antique furniture"
For a moment young Mr.. Poilet look
ed blank. I'm afraid | don't know
much about antique furniture" be con
fessed.
Wallingford turned en him reproach-
full eyes,. do you need facts for =
good story? ?" he demanded
They only gum IL up" announced
Paul with conviction. Il thought !
ought to get your instructions. though
I'll make you a catalogue that my an
tiquarian could read to his family. /
think III run on ahead to the Re
former Office" and ne leaped out of
the cab with "A friendly word of en-
rourugement to the horse.
He was standing in front Of the
sheriff's office when old Prince stopped
there with u sigh. and he made every
thing easy for Wallingford
"Just sit stu. but have your fountain
pen ready" he suggested. "I1l bring
out the warrants for you to sign. It's
the custom here. They're all ready.
There's fifty EIGHT Of them. so far"
The posse. each man with a glitter
ing tin badge on his breast. marched
out in solemn array. while Pau was
still In the office. and lined up against
the wall. happy In their stern ferocity.
and grateful to the stranger who had
made it possible for them to arrest
their neighbors.
This is posse No. q" exclaimed
Paul as be hustled out lively with
the papers. followed by the sheriff.
who was a pursy. short man with a
protruding mustache and puffy red
cheeks. Posse No. I is out now guard
ing your property. and If We can
only sneak In the back way l think
we'll see evidence enough to have
posse No. 2 arrest posse No. 1. | have
the blank warrants right In my pocket
| think it'll make a great story. don't
your"
Wailingford. his big shoulders h~eaving
so that he could hardly write, paused
a moment to enjoy his new secretary.
"Blackie Daw is being cheated" be
chuckled and went on with his writing
The sheriff. who wore the widest
brimmed felt hat that could be found
and SYSTEMATICALLY displayed a huge
bulge beneath his coat In each hip
pocket. took every warrant as 1t was
signed and examined it with porten-
: tous frown and when he had twenty
} distributed them to the deputies. one
to each man. and came bach for more.
When Henry and old Prince and the
antiquarian and his secretary drove
away those deputies were issuing forth
In double file. with the globuiar little
sheriff at their head. u there was
not another male human being to be
seen on the streets of Poplarville.
Half a mile from Jonathan Bunker's
former house Wallingford and young
Pollet. after despairing instructions to
old Henry. left the cal and made a
detour through the hills. When they
came In sight Of the house young Pol
let took one look ut the Industrious
panorama. filled with earnest spaders.
and whipped out his bundle of blank
warrants.
-Just sign these!' be joyfully urged.
I'll send them back by old Henry
when he brings mp the luggage"
The collectors OF antique furniture
came and went into rhapsodies over
the artistic handIwork Of Dollar Bill
Shuvit and read the in%comparably
erudite catalogue. but they all went
away with their hands to their brows.
for the price J Rufus Wallingford had
set upon the collection was staggering
~ prohibitive. and he would not sell
individual pieces. The first two days.
Of course. brought forth the regular
dealers In antique furniture. but these
gentlemen did not even inquire the
price. They merely Inspected the fur
niture with delighted approval and
passed their hands over 1t lovingly and
said BILLY Shuvit' and went away.
But the genuine collectors. those who
were well up on the literature Of an
tiques and could tell a Chippendale In
the dark. fingered long and went away
broken hearted. while Paul Pollet went
about with a panied. puzzled feeling.
On the evening of the fourth day.
however. he came to Wallingford with
a relieved countenance. There have
been two OF three people here with
enough money to cart away the whole
works. but you haven't seemed anx-
ions TO sell" he observed AS Walling.
ford. with his coat Off and his sleeves
rolled up. prepared TO broil n steak
over the coalS of the kitchen stove.