White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-12-02

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Of Mr.. Pareher. for Mr. Parcher caught
sight OF his wife just then and went
TO join her as she san YEARLY upon
the front steps.
Taking n rest for a minute 2" he In
quired. by George, we're both en-
titled TO a good. long res after tonight
IL we could afford Il we'd go away to
q quiet little sanitarium in the hills
somewhere. and His staring eyes
followed the movements of a stately
young form entering the gateway.
Look at it, said Mr.. Parcher In a
whisper. LUST look at it,"
Look al wlatf" asked his wife.
THAT Baxter bos, said Mr.. Parch-
er as William passed on toward the
dancers. What's he think he's i'm
itating lIenFy Irving? Look at his
walk
lie walks that way a good deal
lately. I've uofieed. said Mrs. Parch-
er in a tired voice. so do Joe Bullitt
and
He didn't even come TO say good
evening IT, you" Mr.. Parcher inter-
rupted. Talk about manners nova
days. These young
"He didn't see u.s."
"Well, we re used to that" said Mr..
Parcher. None of 'em sees us. They've
worn holes In all the cane seated chairs,
they've scuffed up the whole house,
and | haven't been able to sit down
nm vwhar daupctafrc for fbroa xnnnfha
without sitting on some dam boy. But
they don't eve know we're alivel
Well. thank the Lord, it's over-after
tonight" His voice became reflective.
THAT Baxter boy was the worst until
he took to coming In the daytime when
stood IL II he'd kept on coming In the
evening. Ii I'd had to listen to any
more of his talking or singing either
the embalmer or the lunatic asylum
would ha We had me, surel | see he's
got hold of his daddy's dress suit
again for tonight"
is 1t Mr.. Bakers dress suitr' Mrs.
Parcber inquired. "How do you known"
MIR. Parcher smiled. How | happen
to know Is a secret" he said. Il for
got about that. His little sister, Jane.
told me that Mrs. Baxter had hidden
it, or something. so that Willie couldn't
wear 1t, but | guess Jane wouldn't
mind my telling you that she told me,
especially as they're letting him use
1t again tonight. | suppose he feels
grander'n the king o. Slant"
No.. Mrs. Parcher returned thought
fully. Il don't think he does just
now" Her gaze was fixed upon the
dancing platform. which most of the
dancers were abandoning as the music
fell away to an interval Of silence. In
the center of the platform there re-
manned one group. consisting of Miss
Pratt and five orators. and offthe or
ators the most impassioned and gestic-
ulative wal William
They all seem to want to dance
with her all the time said Mrs.
Parcher. II heard her telling one of
the boys half an hour ago that all she
could give him was either the twenty
eighth regular dance or the sixteenth
extra"
Nothing could have been more evil
dent than Williams difficulties. They
continued to exist with equal obvious
ness when the group broke up In some
confusion after a few minutes of AMI
mated discussion. Mr.. Wallace Banks.
that busy and executive youth. bear.
Ing Miss Pratt triumphantly OF to the
lemonade punch bowl. while William
pursued Johnnie Watson and Joe Bull
lit.
snow you look here. Johnnie" VII
liam said vehemently. land you listen
too, Joel You both got eve dances
apiece with her. anyway, all on ac-
count of my not getting here early
enough, and you got to-
lit wasn't because OF any such rea-
son." young Mr.. Watson protested. II
asked her for mine two days ago"
well that wasn't fair. was it7'
william cried. Just because | never
thought of sneaking in ahead like that.
you 20 and
We'll, you ought TO thought of It,"
Johnnie retorted. jerking his arm free
of williams grasp. Il can't stand
here gabbin' all nightr' And he hur-
ried away.