White Pine news. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1920-1923, 1922-09-10

toulluiuS -DIi anu utpaittu ioi hhoie
c%ongenial quarters, which they soon
found on a ~neighboring side street.
The rest of the visit was, of course,
delightful, only the streets were pretty
crowded and noisy, and they couldn't
sleep very well at night; moreover,
Reuben lost his pocketbook with a
small sum of money in ii SO, on the
whole. they concluded to go home n
little before the two weeks ended.
When spring came Nancy returned
to her former mistress, and her VA
can throne remained ~unoccupled.
Little by little the dust gathered on
the big velvet chairs In the parlor and
the o was opened less and less.
When the first green things com
menced to send tender shoots up
through the wet, brown earth, Reu-
ben's restlessness was very noticeable.
BY and by he began TO go of very
early in the morning, returning ut
noon for n hasty dinner, then away
again till night. To his wife's re-
sheepishly. "Oh, just %loafin'. that's
all"
And Emily was nervous. too. OF
late she had taken a great fancy to n
daily walk, and 1t always led In n
direction-down past the little brown
house. OF course she glanced over
the fence at the roses Int lilacs, and
she couldn't help seeing that they all
looked sadly neglected. BY and by
the weeds came. grew, and multiplied
nnd every time she passed the gate
her throat fairly choked In sympathy
with her old pets.
Evenings. she and Reuben spent
very happily on the back stoop, talk
ing of their great good fortune In
being able to live In such a fine large
house. Somehow they said more than
usual about 1t this spring,
One day, In passing this same little
house, Emily stopped a moment and
leaned over the gate, that she might
gain a better view of her fayorite
~rosebush.
She eyinced the same interest the
next two mornings. and on the third
she timidly opened the gate and
walked up the old path to the door.
A buxom woman with a big baby In
her arms, and a bigger one hanging to
her skirts. answered the knock.
How do you dc. Mis- Gray. Won't
you come in?" said she civilly. looking
mildly surprised.
NO. thank you-yes-I meant
came TO see you." stnmmered Emily
confusedly.
You're very good murmured the
woman. still standing In the doorway.
Your flowers are 80 pretty" ven
tured Mrs. Gray. unable to keep the
w~istfuiness out OF her voice.
do you think sog' carelessly II
s'pose they need weedIn'. What with
my babies an all, | don't get much
time for posies."
"Oh. please,-would IL be too much
trouble to let me come an putter
around the beds?' queried the little
woman eagerly. "0h. ? would like II
SO much 80
The other laughed heartily.
"WeIl. | really don't see how IFS
goin' To trouble me 10 have you
weedin' my flowers; in fact. | should
think the shoe would be on the other
foot" Then the red showed In her
face a little. you're welcome to do
whatever you want, Mis- Gray.
"Oh, thank you." exclaimed Emily.
as she quickly pulled up an enormous
weed at her feet.
II took but a few hours work To
bring about n wonderfully happy
change in that forlorn garden. and
her Mrs. Gray found that she had a
big pile of weeds to dispose of. FIJI
Ing her apron with a portion Of them,
she started to go behind the house In
search of a garbage heap. Around
the corner she came fnce to face with
her husband. hoe In hand.
why. Reuben Grayl Whatever In
the world are you doing7"
For a moment the man was crushed
with the enormify OF his crime: then
he caught sight Of his wife's dirt
stained fingers.
well, | guess l amt doing no worse
back and began to hoe vigorously.
Emily dropped the weeds where she
stood, turned about, and walked
through the garden and up the hill.
bordering many things.
Supper was strangely quiet that
night. Mrs. Gray had asked a single
question Reuben, do you want the
little house backF"
A glad light leaped into the old
mans eyes.
"Emly-would you be willln' tor
After the supper dishes were put
away. Mrs. Gray, with a light shawl
overhead, came to her husband on the
back st00p.
"Come. dear. | think we'd better go
down tonight"
A few minutes later they sat stiffiy
In the best room Of the farmhouse.
while the buxom woman and her hus-
band looked wonderingly at them.
"You VAN thinkin' of Sellin'. was