White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-09-23
Later Jane was In the 'front.' hall, and

| stairs, his embellishments including
freshly pressed white trousers. a new
straw hat, unusual shoes and a bias
phemous tie. I'm goin' to get to sail
my boat!' Jane shouted. Its goin' to
rainI"
ut is not said William. irritated.
Its not going to anything like rain.
l s'pose you think it ought to rain just
, to let you sail that chunk OF wood
Its goin' to rain. It's goin' to rainf'
Jane made a little singsong chant Of 1t.
Its goin' to rain-it gives Willie a
paints goin' to rain-it gives Willie
a paints goin' to-
He interrupted her sternly. Look
here! You're old enough to know bet
ter. l s'pose you think there isn't any
thing as important IN the world as
your getting the chance to sail that
little boat | s'pose you think business
and everything else has got TO stop and
get ruined, maybe, just to please your
AS he spoke he walked to an umbrella
stand in the hall and deliberately took
therefrom a bamboo walking stick
Of his fathers. James eyes became
| strange and u~nbearable. She uttered
a shrek:
"Willie's goin' to carry a camel"
He went down the street trying to
swing the cane In an accustomed and
unembarrassed manner.
Jane made this difficult.
"Willie's got a Gamer she screamed.
Hes got papa's cane" Then. resum-
ing her little chant, she began to sing:
Its goin' % rain-Willie's got papa's
| cane-it's goin' to raiR-Willie's got
papa's cane!' She put all of her voice
into a final effort. Miss ProttH get pet
" YOU don't take an umbereuerrr"
The attention of several chance Pc
! destrians had been attracted, and the
| burning william. breaking into an ag-
onized half trot, disappeared round the
corner. Then Jane retired within h
house, feeling that she had done her
duty. Ii would be his W fault II he
got wet
Rain was coming. Rain was in b
feel of the air and in James hope.
She was not disappointed. Mr.. Gen.
esis. so secure of fair weather In the
morning, was proved by the afternoon
to be a bad prophet. The fat loud
was succeeded by others, fatter. A
corpulent army assailed the vault of
heaven, heavy outriders before a giant
Of evil complexion and devastating
| temper. The rain came with a swish,
- .-..f It'll aa1 than with n
roar, while people listened at their gar
ret doorways and maryeled. Window
panes turned to running water-it
poured.
Then 1t relented. and out came the
children. shouting, they ran to the
flooded cutters. Here were rivers,
lakes and oceans for navigation.
James timely boat was n of the
first to reach the water.
Her mother had been kind, and Jane,
with shoes and stockings left behind
her on the porch, was a happy sailor
as she waded knee deep along the
Drumming curbstones. At the corner
below the house OF the Baxters the
| street was flooded clear across, and
James boat. following the current, pro-
ceeded calamity onward here, sailed
down the next block and was thought
lessly entering q " when she
matched It out Of the water. Looking
about her. she perceived 4 gutter which
seemed ever lovelier than the n she
had followed. 1t was deeper and broad
er and perhaps q little browner, where
fore she launched her ship upon its
dimpled bosom and explored II as far
a. the next sewer hole or portage.
Thus the voyage continued for several
blocks with only one accident, which
might have happened to anybody. It
was an accident In the nature Of q fall.
caused by the sliding OF James left
foot on some slippery mud. This
t~reacherous substance. covered with
water. could not have been anticipat-
ed Consequently James emotions we're
those Of indignation rather than OF cul-
pa bility
Jane resumed her navigating. Thus
absorbed she failed at irst to notice
the approach of two young people
along the sidewalk. They were the
entranced william and Miss Pratt, and
their appearance offered q suggestive
contrast In relative humidity. In
charming and tender colored fabrics.
nunfy and COO, and summary. she was
specklessly dry. Not a drop had touch
ed even the little pink parasol over
shoulder. not n had fallen upon the
tiny white doglet browsing upon her
arm.
But William was wet. He was still
more than merely damp. though they
had evidently walked some distance
since the rain had ceased to fall. His
new hat was a mucilaginous ruin. his
dank coat sagged. his shapeless trou-
sers Topped heavily. and his shoes gave
forth marshy sounds as he walked.
But he carried a walking stick proudly.