White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-12-31

| ucflJ man. continued Minot.
Mr.. Trimmer stopped In his tracks.
As q matter of fact" went on Nj
not Il never beard OF you or any Of
the things yon claim TO have adyer
tsed until I came to San Marco
MT. Trimmer came slowly back Nd
the gravel walk.
"In just what inland hamlet. m
touched by telegraph. telephone. news
paper and railroad" he asked, lave
you been livingy'
Minot dropped TO a handy bench and
smiled up into Mr.. Trimmers thin
face.
New York city" he replied.
Mr.. Trimmer glanced back ut TIA
lights Of San Marco hes~itatingiy. Then
1t was really n cruel te~mptation-he
sat down beside Minot on the bench.
He spoke with fervor. The story q
his brave deeds rose high 10 shattes
the stars apart A half hour passed.
while his picturesque "reminiscences
lowed on. Mr.. Minot sat enraptured
his eyes on the harbor. where the
Lileth. like a painted ship. graeed .
painted oceon.
MY boy" Trimmer was saying, Il
have made the public stop. look and
listen. When l get my last publicity
In the shape of o 6 In Memoriam' let
them run that tag on my headstone.
And the story Of me that I guess will
be told longest after ! am gone Is the
n about the grape juice that r.
He paused His audience was no
listening; he felt 1t intuitively. Mr..
kinot sat with his eyes on the Lileth.
In the bow of that handsome boat q
red light had been waved three times.
mfr. Trimmer Minot said. your
tales are more interesting than the
classics" He stood. Some other time
I hope 10 hear a continuation of them
Just at present Lord Harrowby, or
Mr.. II you prefer. is waiting to hear
what arrangement | have made with
ron. You must pardon me"
II can talk as We walk along" said
Trimmer. and proved it In the mid
dle Of the deserted plaza they sep
srated At the dark stage door Of the
opera house Trimmer sought his propo-
sition.
who dyer mcanY' asked the lone
stngc hand there.
"George-Lord Harrowby," insisted
Mr.. Trimmer.
"Oh, that bum actor Seen him 60
/ - -. ..rkEf~ hat r-x.h 49,, man
that called for him"
Bum actori" cried Trimmer indig
nantly. He stopped. Two menu
who were theyr
The stage hand asked profanely how
he could know that. and Mr.. Trimmer
hurriedly departed for the side street
boarding house where he and hi,
fallen noblcmsn shared q suit.
About the same time Dick Minot
blithely entered Lord Harrowbys
apartments In the Hotel de La Pax.
We'll" he announced, you can
cheer up. Little George Is painlessly
removed. He sleeps tonight aboard
the good ship Lileth, thanks TO the
efforts OF Martin Wall. assisted by
yours truly" He stopped and stared
In awe at his iordship. whats the
matter with your he inquired.
narrowly waved n hopeless hand.
-Minot." he said. 1T was good Of
you. But while you have been assist
ing me 50 kindly In that quarter anoth-
or and a greater blow has fallen"
Heavens, whatY' cried Minot
at IL no fault Of mime Harrow
by began.
~On which | would have rambled my
immortal soul" Ninot said.
"I thought II was all over and done
with FIVE years ago. ] was young. zen
timentnl Calcium light and grease
paint aud that sort OF thing hit me
hard. | saw her from the stalls. fell
desperately In love. stayed so for six
months. wrote letter.. burning letters.
and now
Yes. and now?"
snow she's here. Gabrielle Rose n
here. she's herewith the letters"
.Oh. for a Bunker's ink eraser3" Nj.
uot kioHhVos
On the same busy night when the
Iileth flashed her red signal and Miss
Gabrielle Rose arrived with a package
Of letters that screamed for a Bunker's
two strangers invaded San Marco by
means of the $40 freight south. Fray
ell, fatigued and famished as they
were, II would hardly have been kind
to study them as they strolIed up San
Sebastian avenue toward the plaza
But had you been SO unklnd you would
never have guessed that frequently. In
various corners OF the little round
globe, they had known prosperity, the
weekly pay envelope and the buyers
crook Of the finger summoninR .
waiter.
One Of the strangers was short. with
Naming red hair and In his eye tho
twinkle without which the collected
works Of Bernard Shaw are ~ SOUND