White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-12-30


from her laughter at poor Wiiham >
pageant with Jane and Rannle Kirsted,
or, it may be, not.
She could not wav to her friends in
answer TO their gestures of farewell.
for her arms were too full of Flopit
and roses and candy and sweet peas,
but she Kept holding to them in a way
that showed them how much she
thanked them for being sorry she was
going and made it clear that she was
sorry too and loved them all.
'Goodbyin she meant.
Faster she glided. The engine passed
from sight round a curve beyond a
%culvert, but for a moment longer they
could see the little figure upon the
they had of her the small, golden head
was still nodding Goodbye Then
those steps wherein she stood passed
In their turn beneath the ~culyert, and
they saw her no more.
Lola Pratt was gonel
We eyed. her young hostess of the
long summer turned away and STUN
Ultu dSdlnoa hllildAs WHY NIltg
Baxter!' she cried. blinking at him.
The last car of the train had round
ed the curve and disappeared, but VIII
liam was still waving farewell, not
with his handkerchief, but with a sym
metrical one pound parcel, wrapped in
white tissue paper. girdled with blue
ribbon.
Never mind said May Parcher.
Lets all walk uptown together and
talk about her on the way, and Wen
go by the express office. and you can
send your candy to her by express,
Willie"
In the smallish house which all sum
mer long, from morning until late at
night, had resounded with the voices
! of young people, eehoing their songs.
murmurous with their theories Of love
or vibrating with their glee, sometimes
shaking all over during their more
boisterous moods-in that house, now
comparatively SO vacant, the propri-
| etor stood and breathed deep breaths.
"Hah." he breathed sonorously. He
gave himself several ~resoundlng slaps
upon the chest. then went out to the
porch and sat In "a rocking chair near
his wife. He spread himself out ex-
pansively. my glory" be said. II be-
lieve III take of my coat! | haven't
had my coat off outside of my own
room all summer. | believe I'll take a
vacation! BY George, | believe I'll
stay home this afternooni'
That's nice" said Mrs. Pareher.
"Hahr" he said. MY glory, I believe
I'll take of my shoesr'
And, meeting no objection, he pro-
ceeded to carry out this plan.
"Hah-aht' he said and placed his
stockinged feet upon the railing. where
a number Of vines. running upon
strings. made Il screen between the
porch and the street. He lit a large
cigar. We'll. WE'LL" he said. that
tastes good If this keeps on I'll be
in as good shape as ! was last spring
before you know itr' Leaning far back
in the rocking chair. his hands behind
his head, he smoked with fervor, but
suddenly he jumped In a way which
showed that his nerves were far from
normal. His feet came TO the moor
with a thump, he jerked the cigar out
OF his mouth and turned face OF con
%sternation upon his wife.
whats the matter?'
suppose said Mr.. parcher huskily
suppose she missed her train
Mrs. Pareher shook her head.
Think notY' he said Frightening 81
ordered the livery stable TO have a
carriage here In lots of time"
"They did" said Mrs. Parcher Sc
verely: about So WORTH"
well. ! don't mind that" he return
ed, putting his feet up again. After
all. she was a mighty fine little girl In
her way. The only trouble with me
was that crowd of boys Having to
listen to them liked to kin ME, aud I
believe II she'd stayed just q more
day I'd been a goueri"
'Mr. Psrcherr' q youthful vosce ~