White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-09-09

Wei, are you going to eat that cake.
| ask your
Jane broke or a small bit Of the wa
fer. She gave the bit to Clematis and
slowly ate what remained, continuing
to watch Genesis and apparently un-
conscious of the scorching gaze from
the window.
II never saw anything as disgusting
as long as I've liyedr' William an
nounced. 81 wouldn't "a believed 1t
IL anybody'd told me a sister of mine
would cat after
81 didn't said Jane. 81 like elena
tbs, anyway"
"Ye gods!' her brother cried. do
you think that makes 1t any better?
And, by tho way he continued in a
tone of even greater severity, I'D like
to know where you get those cakes
Where'd you get 'em, I'd just like to
inquirer"
"In the pantry" Jane turned and
moved toward the house. I'm goin'
In for some more now"
William uttered a cry. These little
cakes were sacred. His mother, grow
ing curious to meet q visiting lady of
whom, SO to speak. she had heard
much and thought more. had asked
May Parcher to bring her guest for
iced tea that afternoon. A few others
CT congenial age had been invited.
There was to be a snail matinee, In
fact, for the honor and pleasure of
the son of the house, and the cakes of
James onslaught were part OF Mrs.
Bakers preparations.
William hied himself to the pantry
with such advantage CT longer legs
that within the minute he and the va
fers appeared in conjunction before
his mother, who was arranging fruit
and flowers upon a table In the living
room.
William entered in the stained glass
attitude of one bearing gifts. Over
head both hands supported a tin pan
well laden with small cakes and wa
fers, fer which Jane was silently but
repeatedly and Systematically jumping.
Even under the stress of these efforts
her expression was cool and collected.
She maintained the self possession that
was characteristic of her.
Not SO with William. His cheeks
were flushed. his eyes indignant. You
see what this child is doing?" he de-
manded. Are you going to let her
ruin eyeryth,ngY'
"Ruinf" Mrs. Baxter repeated alb
.'sently, refreshing with fair. water a
bowl of flowers upon the table.
eRuin?'
"Yes, ruinl' William was hotly en-
phatic. "If you don't do something
with her it'll all be ruined before Miss
Pr-before they even get here!'
Mrs. Baxter laughed. "Set the pan
down, Willie"
"Set 1t DOWN." he echoed incredu-
lousy. with that child in the room
and grabbing like
'"There." Mrs. Baxter took the par
from him. placed it upon a chair and
with the utmost GOODNESS selected five
waters and gave them to Jane. '"I'd
already promised she could have five
moro. You know the doctor said James
digestion was the finest he'd eyer mis-
understood. They won't hurt her al
all, Willie"
This deliberate misinterpretation of
his motives made It difficult for Will
liam to speak. do you think" he be-
gan h~oarsely, do you think'-
They're SO small too" Mrs. Baxter
went or. "She probably wouldn't be
sick II she ate them ALL"
"My heavens!" he burst forth. "Do
you think / was worrying about He
broke Off, unable to express himself
save by a few gestures Of despair.
Again finding his voice, and a great
deal of 1t. he demanded: do you real
lie that Miss Pratt will be here within
less than half an hour? What do you
suppose she'd think Of the people of
this town II she was invited out ex-
pecting decent treatment and found
two-thirds of the cakes eaten up be.
fore she got there and what was left
Of 'em all paved over and chewed up
lookin' from some wretched child?"
"Now, Willie,n said Mrs. Baxter gen.
tly. you'd better go up and brush
your hair again before your friends
come. You mustn't let yourself get SO
excited"
Excited me cried incredulously.
do you think I'm excited? Ye gods!'
He smote his hands together and In
his despair of her intelligence would
have flung himself down upon a chair.
but vas arrested halfway by stimuli
taneous loud outcries from his mother
and Jane.
"Don't sit on the CAKESr they both
screamed.
Saving himself and the pan of wa
fers by a supreme c~ontortion at the
last instant, William decided to remain
upon his feet. "What do l are for
the cakes?" he demanded contemptu.
ously, beginning to pace the door.
Its the question of principle I'm talk
ing about! DO you think it's right to
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