White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-12-23

"Lookle she said. Look at mel"
ward aud ner remarkably flexible spine
inward until a profile view Of her was
grandly semieireular.
Jane watched her attentively, but
without comment. However, no one
could have doubted that the processes
Of acquaintance were progressing ia
vOrably.
Let's go in our yard" said Jane.
The little girl Strengthened herself
with a slight gasp and accepted the
invitation Side by side the two pass
ed through the open gate, walked
grasely forth upon the lawn and halt
ed as by Common consent. Jane there
upon placed her feet wide apart and
leaned backward upon nothing, at
tempting the feat in contortion just
performed by the stranger.
Look" she said. Look at mer'
But she lacked the others genius,
lost her balance aud fell. Born per-
s~istent, she Immediately got to her feet
and made fresh efforts.
No! Look at mer' the little girl
cried, becoming semicircular again.
This is the way: | call 1t putin your
stummick out o. joint You haven't
got yours out far enough"
Yes, | have" said Jane. gasping.
We'll. TO do 1t right. you must walk
that way. As Dol as you get your
stummick out O. joint you must begin
IN walk. Look, Like thisl" And
the little girl having achieved a state
of such convexity that her braided hair
almost touched the ground behind her.
walked successfully in that singular
attitude.
I'm walkin'," Jane protested, her
face not quite upside down. "Lookl
I'm walkin' that way too. My STUN
mick
There came an outraged shout from
above, and a fierce eountenance STAIN
ed with Ink protruded from the win
dow.
"Jane!s
"WhatY"
stop that! Step putting your stom-
ach out in front of you like that! It's
d~isgracefulr'
Both young ladies'. looking rather OPP
pressed. resumed the perpendicular.
why doesn't he like it," the stranger
asked in a tone of pure wonder.
Il don't know" said Jane. He
doesn't like much of anything. He's
seventeen years old"
After that the two stared moodily at
the ground for a little while, chasten-
ed by the severe presence above: then
Jane frightened.
81 knowl' she exclaimed cozily.
Let's play callers. Right here by this
bush'll be my house. You come to
call on me, an We'll talk about our
children. You be Mrs. Smith, IN I'm
Mrs. Jones'" And In the character of
a hospitable matron she advanced
graeiously toward the new neighbor.
why. my dear Mrs. Smith. come right
I'M | thought you'd call this morning.
| want to tell you about my lovely lit
tie daughter. She's only ten years old
an says the brightest things, You
really must
But nere Jane interrupted herself
abruptly and. hopping behind the res
identiai bush. peeped over 1t. not at
Mrs. Smith, but at a boy Of ten or
eleven who was passing along the side
walk. Her expression was gravely in
terested, somewhat complacent. and
Mrs. Smith was not so lacking In per-
.eption that she failed to understand
how completely-for the time being. at
least-calling was suspended.
The boy whistled briskly My Coun-
try. IT'S of Thee and, though his
knowledge of the air failed him when
he finished the second line. he was not
disheartened, but began at the bef-n-
ming again, continuing repeatedly after
this fashion 70 Offset monotony by pa
triotism. He whistled loudly. He
walked with ostentatious intent to be
at some heavy affair in the distance.
His ears were red. He looked neither
to the right nor 70 the lelt-that is, he
looked neither TO the right nor to the
left until he had passed the Bakers
fence. But when he had gone as far
the upper corner of the fence be-
yond he turned his head and looked
back. without any expression. except