White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-09-16

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only the murmur OF voices and laugh
ter reached william.
William leaned upon the banister
railing and thought thoughts about
Jane. For several long, seething mo-
ments he thought OF her exclusively.
Then, spurred by the loud laughter OF
rivals and the agony OF knowing that
even in his W house they were mo-
nopolizing the attention OF one of the
noblest, he FASTENED into his own room
and took account of his reverses.
Standing with his back to the mirror.
he obtained over his shoulder a view
of his trousers which caused him to
break out In a fresh Precipitation.
Again he wiped his forehead with the
handkerchief, and the result vas In
stantly visible In the mirror.
William began a feverish examina-
ton of the garments hanging In n
clothes closet. There were two pairs
Of flannel trousers which would prob
ably again be white and possible when
cleaned and pressed. Beside them hung
his last years summer suit of light
gray.
Feverishiy he brought Ii forth, threw
Off his coat and then, DETECTED by an
other glance at the mirror, began to
change his collar again. To quicken
the process ne decided to straighten
the bent collar button. Using a shoe
horn as a lever. he succeeded in bring
ing the little cap or head of the button
into Its proper plane, but his final
effort dislodged the cap from the rod
between 1t and the base. and It few
on into space.
Here was a calamity. Few things
are more useless than a decapitated
collar button. and William had nc 9TH
er. He had made sure that 1t was his
he had ascertained that there was
none in, on or about his fathers dress
ing table. Finally, In the possession
Of neither William nor his father was
there a shirt with an indigenous collar.
AT first he did not realize the extent
of his misfortune. OF course William
searched his dressing table and his IA
Tiers, although he had been thorough
ly over both once before that day.
Next lie went through most of his
mothers and James accessories to the
toilet, through trinket boxes, glove
boxes, hairpin boxes, handkerchief
cases, even through sewing baskets.
Utterly he convinced himself that Ia
dies not only use no collar buttons, but
also never pick them up and put them
among their wv belongings. Jane,
arriving at his locked door upon an
Grand, was hidden by a thick. unnat-
ural voice to depart.
Mamma says. What in merey's
name is the matter?'" Jane called
what in merey's name is the matter
with Willie, an il the glass cut him,
after all, an why don't he come down.
An why don't you, Willie? We're all
LAWN the incest timer
"You g'wayr' said the strange voice
within the room. "G'wayl"
well, did the glass cut your
"Noi Keep quiet G'way!'
swell, are you ever comm down to
your party?"
"Yes, I am. G'wayr'
Jane obeyed. and william somehow
completed the task upon which he was
engaged. Genius had burst forth from
his despair. Necessity had become a
mother again, and Williams collar was
In place. IL was tied there. Under
his necktie was a piece of string.
lie had lost count of time. but he
was frantically aware of Its passage.
Agony was In the thought of so many
rich moments frlttered away upstairs
while Joe Bullitt and Johnnie Watson
made hay below. And there was an
other spur TO haste in his fear tina
the behavior of Mrs. Baxter might not
be all that the guest of honor would
naturally expect of Williams mother.
As for Jane, his mind filled with dread
Shivers passed over him at intervals.
1t was a dismal thing to appear ut a
party, and that his own, In last sum-
mer's suit, but when he had hastily
put 1t on and faced the mirror he felt
a little better-for three or four Sec
onds. Then he turned TO see how the
back Of 1t looked-and collapsed In a
chair, moaning.
He had worn these clothes on the
previous Saturday. and. returning from
a glorifed walk with Miss Pratt, he
had demonstrated q fact to which bis
near demolition of the waters this aft
ernoon was additional testimony. This
fact. roughly stated. IL that a person
Of seventeen In love Is liable to sit
down anywhere. william had dream
lily seated himself upon a taboret in
the library without noticing that Jane
had left her open paint box there.
Jane had just been painting sunsets.
Naturally all the little blocks Of color
were wet, and the effect upon VIII
liam's pale gray trousers was marvel
Gus. far beyond the capacity OF his
coat to conceal.