White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-01-23

Of a grape, landing In the solar plexus
Of a tired Hibernian. who had endured
more than enough.
Get out of my stomach, ~stockhold-
err" he gruily ordered and pushed lit
tie Henry's derby tightly down over
his ears just as another machine drew
out of the fretting rearward line and,
stopped by the ragged gutter. rested
abreast Of Marley's machine The con-
ductor having restored the lights. the
attention Of the uncomfortable passen-
gers was now directed to the new
conner, a heavy jowled man of middle
age. who sat as stolidly In his run
about by the side of his driver as II
he had been at home dining.
Its Sledge," said the man with the
frayed cigar. lie gets his little old
rakeoff, too. from jamming sixty people
into a forty passenger ar. While he's
running the town this rotten old line
won't have any competition"
"Mr. Sledge Is a good customer Of
mine," observed the fat butcher.
There's one thing about Ben Sledge
he always keeps some big city i'm
provement going on" announced the
Irisbman who had extinguished little
Henry Peters.
Little Henry pulled his derby audi
circle 1t had left.
mr.. Sledge Is the w~orkingman's
friend" he declared.
Jaw, shut upf' ordered the gaunt
Celtic laborer and kicked his ankle by
way of accidental emphasis.
1t was strange that, while everybody
on the car kept the name Of Frank
Marley sacred to their hatred. the name
of Sledge, who was notorious through
out the United States for his utterly
constituencies methods of public theft.
was received with equanimity.
Meanwhile Sledge. turning TO see
who his ~neighbors might be, met the
eye Of Frank Marley and nodded per
functorily and then ben his entire at
tention ON Molly, gazing at her in stol-
ID concentration, with no more change
Of expression on his heavy features
than If he had been reading n time
table. Bert Glider noticed his rude
ness and tried In a 100 Of intense
a~ggrayation to catch Sledge's eye and
reprove him with a savage frown. but
he might as well have tried TO catch
the eye of an oyster. Sledge, perfect
ly contented with the pleasing picture
which sat before him. continued to
stare calmly until Molly. discerning
from Bert's countenance that some
thing was wrong. turned to meet the
small gray eyes of Sledge fixed thought.
fully upon her. She wheeled abruptly
TO her father.
Isn't that the ~scandalous Sledge?'
she asked. annoyed and still amused
Her father nodded his head and
smiled. his nose becoming still more
pointed In the process.
swell, introduce him. I "a make
him stop staring. then" she ordered.
"He can't drive on"
II say, Sledge." called Marley. lean.
ing forward. ''This is my daughter.
Molly
Sledge tugged at his hat and smiled
his Acknowledgement of the introduc-
ton.
"Glad TO meet you" he told Molly.
II didn't know you had such a fine
looking girl. Marley. She's a corker."
and once more he viewed Miss Molly
with quiet appreciation. In which there
was n dawning glimmer of quite un-
Sledge-like enthusiasm.
II think so myself" laughed Marley
First thing | know she'll be getting
married"
"Surev" agreed Sledge. .contemplat-
ing her earnestly In this new light.
I'D marry her myself"
The street car ahead gave a forward
lurch. and the famingly indignant
Molly darted into the opening.
"The ugly brute!" she gasped.
There arrived on the morning train.
escorted to the platform by a distinct
ly worshipful porter, a tall, big boned
gentleman In a light gray suit of fine
texture. a plump. careless man to
whom one would instinctively turn for
a tediously funny story, and a hard
jawed man Of a most forbidding ex-
preston. who looked about as commu-
NEGATIVE as "A cabbage. This gentle
mar loafed about the hotel with his
mouth shut, while the other two
secuted Promptly at IL o'clock they
returned from their various directions
and gathered I'm the room of the smil-
ing tall one In the gray suit.
"Well Timbers. Is 1t as cheerful as
we thoughty asked the host, settling
himself In the most comfortable chair
"I.ooks gay and merry to me. Boz
zam." replied Mr.. Timbers, folding his
hands on his fat knee and frowning
intently at a little slip OF paper he held
between his thumb and f~oref1nger.
"Siedge Is, of course. the whole works."
"Whats the approach to SledgeT
TON RendIx." returned Timbers