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

nad caught no reference to himself, but
he had overheard something. and he
was now alone In his Dom thinking
about 1t almost feyerishly. "A secon'-
| han sto' ovuh on the avynoo, where
they got swallertail suits all way FUN
sevum dolluhs to nineteen dolluhs an
ninety-eight cents"
Miss Pratt, hat magic girl. was go
ing home.
To the competent twenties, hundreds
of miles suggesting 10 impossfbiities,
such departures may be rending. but
not tragic. Implacable. the difference
to seventeen! Miss Pratt was going
home, and seventeen could not follow.
It could only mourn Upon the lonely
shore. tracing little angelic footprints
left In the sand.
William decided to make n final
appeal before he resorted to measures
which the necessities of despair had
caused him to contemplate.
Descending from his room, he found
his father and mother still sitting upon
the front porch.
Father" he said In a loud voice. Il
have come to-
Dear me-" Mrs. Baxter exclaimed,
not perceiving that she was interrupt
ing an intended Grafton. willie. you
do look pale"
But william persisted heroically.
Father" he said. father, l have
come to-
what on earth's the matter with
your Mr.. Baxter ceased to fan him
self. Mrs. Baxter stopped rocking, and
both stared.
Father" he began once more. Il
have GOMEZ have come toto place
before you something | think it's your
duty as my father to undertake"
MY soul!' said Mr.. Baxter.
Here William drew a long breath.
II have thought v this step, be-
cause there comes q time to every
young man when they must lay q step
before their father before something
happens that they would be sorry for.
| have thought this undertaking over,
and l am certain 1t would be your
honest duty
my SOUR gasped Mr.. Baxter. 81
thought ! knew you pretty well, but
you talk like stranger to me! What
IL all this7 What you wantf"
"A dress suit" said william.
He was surprised and hurt to hear
his father utter a wordless shout In O
tone Of wondering derision.
81 have more to say william be-
gan.
But Mr.. Baxter cut him on. "A
dress suitr' he cried. well, I'm glad
you were talking about something, be-
cause l honestly thought ii must be
too much sum"
Father. | got to have me-. l got
to have one right away The urgency
In Williams voice was almost fearful.
II don't ask you 10 nave it made or
to 60 to expensive %tailors, but there's
plenty of good ready made ones that
only cost about $40 They're adver-
tised in the paper. Father, wouldn't
you spend just $407 III pay 1t back
when I'm In business. I'll work.
Mr.. Baxter waved all this aside.
Its not the money. It's the principle
I'm standing for. and don't intend
"Father, ron't you do itf'
mo. ! will noti'
William saw that sentence had been
passed and all appeals for a new trial
denied. He choked and rushed into
the house without more ado.
Poor boyr' his mother said.
"Poor boy nothing!' fumed Mr.. Bax-
ter. Hes about lost his mind over
that Miss Pratt. ! guess he can wear
the kind OF clothes most of the other
boys wear, the kind I wore at parties
What's the world getting to be like
Seventeen years old and throws a al
because he cant have q dress suitr'
Mr.. Baxter looked thoughtful.
"Of course" she suggested with some
timidify. $40 isn't q great deal Of