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Show Excusable. The mill men of the Carson river recently sent an agent up tho stream, mys the Curson Register, Regis-ter, to see if the farmers were wasting water, and to ascertain if there were any persons using the river above to which the mills below had a prior rieht. The agent found a new comer, ensconced among tho willows, irrigating irrigat-ing a small garden and potatoe patch, and asked if ho did not know he was using water which belonged to other parties the mill men. The man frankly answered in the affirmative, "But," said he, in a half sad half cheerful tone, "step this way a moment," mo-ment," and he led the agent through tho willows to a little hut, in Oie door of which a handsome middle-aged woman sat sewing, and around which three bright and beautiful children were pluying. Pointing to these, he looked the agent straight in the eye and said, inquiringly: "These are my excuses. ' However soulless corporations corpora-tions may be, that agent had a soul that swelled up to his throat, as he turned away, saying, "You are excusable." |