White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-02-11

flame poured. lie ran up II.
Here shouted the chief Of the Are
department, laying angry hands on
You can't go I'm there"
why the devil can't ~ beloved
Misot. Let go Of that LADDER
He plunged into the room. The
smoke fllled his nostrils and choked
him. His eyes burned. He staggered
through the smoky dusk into another
room. His hands met the brass bars
OF a bed. then closed over something
soft and tlmy that lay pom It. He
seized the something close n hurried
back into the other room
A fireman at another window sought
to turn a stream or water on him. Va
ter-on that gown.
Cut that out, you fool" Atnot
shouted. The brennan. who la sus-
pected himself Of saving a human life.
looked hurt. Minot regalned his win
dow. D~fsheyeled. smoky. but victo-
rious. he half fell. half climbed, to the
ground. The fire chief faced him.
who was YOU trying 10 rescuey' the
chief demanded. His eyes grew wide.
"You IDIOT" he roared. They amt
nobody in that dress
Darn II. | know that" Ninot cried.
He ran across the lawn and stood. a
painting. limp. battered. ludierous dg-
ure. before Cynthia Meyrick.
Il hope It's the right one" he
/. said. and held out the gown.
She took his offering aud came very
close TO him.
Il hate you she said in a low tone.
Il hate you
IL was afraid you would" he NUT
! tered.
A shout from the nremen announced
that the blaze was under control. To
his dismay. Minot saw that an admir-
Ing crowd was surrounding him. He
broke away and hurried 10 his room.
Cynthia Meyrlck's nnal words to him
rang IN his ears. ~Savagely he tore at
his ruined collar.
Was this ridiculous farce never to
end.
As II In answer a distant clock
struck II. lie shuddered.
Tomorrow at high noon,
Early Tuesday morning. while Mr..
Minot still slept and mereifully forgot,
two very wide awake gentlemen sat
alone together In the Office of the a
Marco Mail. One was Manuel Con
yale. proprietor of that paper, "a Inn
macuhte as the morn: the other was
that broad and breezy gentleman
known In his present incarnation a.
Mr.. Martin Wall.
every neat-rery neat indeed, said
Mr.. Wall. gazing with evident ap-
prevail at an inky smelling sheet that
lay before him. 1T ought To do the
work. II II does Il will be the first
stroke Of luck I've had IN San Marco"
Gonzale smiled. revealing two even
| rows OF very white teeth.
"You do not like Sal Mareo?" h..
ventured.
Mr.. Wnll snorted angrlly.
Like IT. Does a behcaded man like
the ax? In n long and golden pro
fesslonal career I've never struck any
thing Ike this town before for hard
luck. I'm not In Il twenty-four hours
when I'm left alone. my hands tied.
with stuff enough to make your eyes
pop out OF your head. That's pleasant.
Then. after spending W months and
n lot Of money trailing Lord narrowly
for the family jools, I finally cop them.
| give the crew of my borrowed boat
orders TO steam far. far away and run
10 my cabin 10 gloat. DO gloat!
Ask me. &c not gloat. | find the
famous Chain Lightning's collar is a
I very superior collection Of glass. worth
about % cents. send back the glass
and stick around. hoping for better
days. And the best | get Is a call
from the owner of my yacht with or
ders to vacate at once. When first
came here I swore I'd visit that jewel
~ store a~gain-alone. But there's q
INK after me In this town. What's
the use? I'm going to get out.
But before you 20" smiled Manuel,
ont stroke OF luck you shall have"
Maybe. leave that to you. This
kind Of thing"-he motioned toward
the damp paper-''is not In my line"
He BEN over a picture on the front
page. THAT cut came out pretty well.
didn't III Lucky We got the photo
graph before hig brother George ar
rived
IL have always found San Marco
lucky" replied Gonzale-'always. with
one trihing exception He drummed
reminiscently on his desk.
II say. who's this;" Mr.. Wall point
ed TO "A line Just beneath the name OF
the paper. "Robcrt O'Neil. Editor n
Proprietor" he read.
Manuel Gonzale gurgled softly some
whore within. which was his cunning,
noncommittal wav Of indicating mlrth.
"Ah. my very virtuous managing q
tar ~ H.. oaid ,lpa nf those dOgs who