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

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William returned violently to the
doorway, his hair still tousled, and,
standing upon the threshold. said
sternly:
What is that child wearing her best
dress for?'
ITO please you. Don't you want her
to looi her best at your tear
IL thought that WAS it!' he cried,
and upon this confirmation OF his worst
fears he did increased violence to his
rumpled hair. 81 suspected it, but |
wouldn't "a believed it, You mean to
let this child-you mean to let Here
his agitation affected his throat and
his utterance became clouded. A few
detached phrases fell from him: In
vite my Observation-Disclosures party-ye
g~ods,-think Miss Pratt plays dolls
"Jane will be very good" his mother
said. II shouldn't think of not having
her. Willie. and you needn't bother
about your friends. They'll be very
glad to see her. They all know her
except Miss Pratt, perhaps, and
Mrs. Baxter paused; then she asked
absently, by the way, haven't l heard
somewhere that she likes pretending
to be a little girl herself?'
"What!'
YES" said Mrs. Baxter, remaining
calm, "I'm sure I've heard somewhere
that she likes to talk baby talk"
Upon this a tremor passed owe Will
liam, after which he became rigid.
You ask a lady to your house." hs
began, 'and ven before she gets here,
before you've eve een her. you pass
judgment upon one of the-one of the
nobleSt"-
Mrs. Baxter laughed. and then, prob
ably a little out Of patience with him,
she gave way to that innate mischiey-
Ia In such affairs which is not
If Miss Pratt pretends to be a cunning
little girl it will be helpful to Jane to
listen and learn how
William uttered a cry. He knew that
he was struck. but he was o sure
how or where. Again he dashed from
the room. Near the open front door
he came to a sudden halt, and Mrs.
Baxter and Jane heard him calling
loudly to the Industrious Genesis:
"Here! You go cut the grass In the
back yard and, for heavens sake, take
that dog with you"
"Grass awready cut roun' back" re-
sponded the amiable voice of Genesis.
Cut all at back ya'd g mawnin'."
"well, you can't cut the front yard
now. Go around In the back yard
with that dog"
"Nemmine bout at back ya'd! Ole
Gem ain trouble nobody"
"You hear me7" William shouted
you do what l say at once!'
Genesis laughed gayly. Il got my
grass to cut. Who pay me my wages?
Ats my boss. You ma say, you git
all at dawn moved BIO sundown.'
No, sub! Nee'p' vase you BRET Oh
me, cause I'm got all my time good
an took up"
Once more William presented him.
self fatefully to his mother and Jane.
nhdy just hAhuiy aoR yVb w W
out In the front yard? l want you to
look at Genesis"
Ppm familiar with his appearance"
said Mrs. Baxter. why In the world
do you mind his cutting the grass7"
William groaned. "Do you honestly
want guests coming to this house to
see that awful old .darky out there
and know that he's the kind of sery-
ants we EMPLOY Ye godsr'
why, Genesis is just a neighbor-
hood outdoor darby, Willie, He works
for half IA dozen families besides
U.S."
Yes" he cried, but a lady that
didn't live here wouldn't know that!
Ye gods! What do you suppose she
would thinkf You know what he's
got on"
Ito be continued)