White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-04-02

clothes and the flesh to have sagged
In his cheeks. He tried to smile brave
ly when they set him In his chair. but
the attempt was a pathetic failure.
II guess I'm out of the game" he
confessed. MY hearts bad"
Molly took up the telephone.
"Ill call DR.. Brand" she anxiously
decided.
"Don't!' he begged, stopping her with
his hand. 1T isn't physical; it's men,
tai. I've lost my nerve. Molly. Sledge
wins. We're broke
How can that be-" she puzzled. I'm.
able to comprehend it. You even
showed me the check"
Here 1t is" said Bert. who had pick
ed 1t from the floor and was smoothing
1t out.
.Worthless." Marley groaned at sight
of 1t. 81 can sue for 1t, but they'll beat
me-"
Bert edged in between Molly and
Fern. so that he could stand directly
i'm front of Marley and see his face.
do you mean to tell me that our
whole plan has fallen to the %ground?'
Marley nodded miserably.
How did 1t happeny'
IL don't quite understand" wavered
Marley. II haven't the details. but by
some trick Sledge has secured fifty
year franchises for every street In the
city. including mine"
"How does that affect your" persist
ed Bert, his eyes falling again to the
check. That document looked SO much
like real money that he was inclined to
believe 1t rather than Marley.
Affect me!' protested Marley. warm
ed into a triHe more OF life as he ex-
planned. ut renders my street rail-
way company a Junk heap. We lose
everything"
But the sale." Insisted Bert.
Invalid. Goldman claims he was
not authorized to act"
Bert ripped out an oath.
II suppose that II the sale had been
a profitable one you never would have
heard of the invalidity."
Marley smiled and shook his head.
Then all our plans are or discov-
cred Bert. The Person tract is un-
salable for enough TO clear its
mortgage. Your stock and mine are
worthless. You lose this house. | am
stuck for the loan | made to give you
control. We haven't money enough
to 60 into business. and we can't go
back east. Molly. 1t looks like a post
ponement!"
Jessie Peters edged closer and slip.
ped her arm around Molly.
Not on my account protested Mar
ley. fumbling at his collar, and he
arose feebly to adjust 1t before the
mantel mirror.
Molly. seeing that he wavered. bur-
ried to his support.
He turned TO her and put his hands
on her shoulders.
I'm sorry. Molly" he said simply.
looking into her eyes with more fond
ness han he was in the habit of show
ing her.
1--WE can stand it," she comforted
him. After all. it's only just. feel
so much less wicked If we suffer with
all the poor people we have helped to
ruin"
A short laugh from Bert interrupted
her, and she turned to him with a ris-
ing flame In her eyes. but little Jes-
sic Peters had caught her hand and
was looking up into her face.
The minister. a tall chap who had
won the hammer throwing medal In
his last year at college, had withdra wn
discreetly to the parlor when the o n
versation had begun, but now came
back apologetically.
II am sorry to urge you." he observ-
ed, looking at his watch. Il have a
brief appointment, but | can return"
81 don't know" hesitated Molly,
ute."
The thin butler. who was now cross
eyed, came through the hall to the
front door, which he opened, and a
second later he was sitting in the um-
brella rack.
Say, youse!" beloved the voice of
Sledge as his huge bulk. followed by
Tommy Reeler. slammed back through
the hall, filing the perspective like a
ferry crowding into her dock. rs 1t
all oyer?"
Fern was the first one to recover
from the shock.
NO." she said meekIy. but her eyes
danced of the devil as they met those
Of Tommy Reeler.
Then it's Off" yelled Sledge and
grabbed the startled Molly by the
wrist.
Bert e~ndeavored to throw himself In
between the two and TO face Sledge.
but hat experienced old ward leader.
who had not forgotten the training Of
his early days. gave him a quick ell
bow in the pit of the stomach. and
Bert doubled up in the middle like a
jackknife and dropped heels mp on a
couch. clawing for breath while Sledge.
as resistless as an auto dray, dragged
the STRUGGLING Molly steadily toward