I need this done pronto! Marking brainliest for best answer. Read the short story: THE REED GOLD MINE Conrad Reed tugged uncomfortably at the
collar of his good shirt and stared at the front door of
the schoolhouse where Sunday school was held
every week. One of his friends brushed past him, and
then stopped and tumed to look at Conrad. You
comin'?"
Squirming a bit, Conrad wrinkled his nose and
thought a moment. His father was adamant about
Conrad attending school in all forms. As a poor
immigrant from Germany, John Reed could not write,
read, or do calculations. He wanted his son to be
more than a simple farmer, so Conrad went to school
whenever possible. Today, however, the weather was
too perfect to be sitting in a crowded school room.
"No, I think there is a fish out there with my name
on it," he told his friend. Decision made, he
unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, rolled up the
legs of his pants, and headed for the creek near his
house. Earlier that morning, he had stuffed some
fishing line and a hook in his pocket, and now he
carefully pulled it out and tied one end to the end of a
stick he found. Whistling softly, he wandered up the
bank until he found a deeper spot suitable for fish. In
his other pocket, he pulled out a dead cricket he had
caught on the way and baited his hook. Finally, he
perched on a small boulder and dropped his line into
the hole
Though he enjoyed the sport, Conrad soon
became a tad bored and his attention drifted to his
surroundings. Since no fish had even nibbled on his
bait, he decided to cool off with a swim. His father
was going to be mad that he got his nice clothes dirty, so why not “wash” them with a dip in the creek? Chuckling at his own reasoning, he waded up the creek, splashing a bit, before stopping to inspect a frog that leapt to freedom and swam away. Conrad started to run after it, and then helped when his toe came into a painful contact with a large rock.
Abruptly, Conrad sat in the water, cradling his toe Inviting his lip until the throbbing subsided. That was when he noticed a yellow deliver in the water. Missing out, he pulled the heavy wedge-shaped stone into his lap and studied it. it was unlike any rock he had ever seen and much better than a fish. By the afternoon Conrad was sweeping the porch as punishment for sleeping saw the slim and I was yellow rock was jammed under the front door to hold it open and allow the breeze to cool the house. his father had taken one look at Conrad’s prize and had put it and his son to work.
Over The next few years, the yellow rug basically served the family holding the door open in temperate seasons. Conrad forgot about his favorite rock until one day, well he was moving in aside to close the door, his father stopped him. Slowly, John Reed squatted down beside the rock and inspected it more closely. “What are you doing father?” Conrad crouched next to him.
John Took off his hat and scratched his head. “Probably a fools errand,” he muttered. he slapped his hat back onto his head and lifted the rock. “Let’s get to town, son.”
It was a long trip to Fayetteville in a wagon, but his father Made it every year to purchase the seeds and farm equipment he would need for the coming season. This time, after he made his usual rounds, he surprised the sun even further by going to see a jewel merchant, carrying the rock. Conrad watched his father dropped a heavy rock on the counter and flushed red. Jeweler was looking skeptical at first and Conrad could well imagine why it had some kind of crazy person to bring a rock into a jewelry store.
the atmosphere change suddenly; the jewelers eyes sharpened as he inspected the rock. He lifted it onto the scale and his eyes widened as it registered seventeen pounds. Finally, he took out a kerchief and dabbed at his balding forehead. “It’s gold, all right,” he told John Reed. “I’d like to buy this from you if I could.”
John Reed frowned as he considered, “Well I don’t rightly know what would be a fair price for this.”
With a wide smile, the jeweler leaned over the counter, one hand resting possessively on the gold nugget. “I guess I could go as high as $3.50.”
Conrad’s jaw dropped. “Father-.” He began warning my.
John Reeds Hans wavered him silent. That would pay for most of the purchase he had made that day. “Done” he agreed.
The jewelers smile widened.
Conrad made a choking noise, “but sir!”
His father was already collecting the money.