The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1898-04-27
.Money lovers" Mildred replied, so

misuse their talent and die before their
time"
"Then the man who paints picture
or writes book, and in doing so caters
to the public taste for the sake of
monetary gain, is earthly practical? p"
asked Denton, gathering up handful
of pebbles.
Indeed, yes"
He threw pebble into the water and
sat silent for a moment and then
"And such man would have no place
in your esteem?" he ventured in care
less tone, as if asking an idle question.
NO." said Mildred, pensively, Il
think not"
There was long pause. The ripping
of the water at their feet and the song
of bluebird from tree near by filled
up the interval of silence.
Denton arose. "After all, I suppose
you are right" he said with troubled
countenance; when l come to think
of it, [ must agree with YOU"
"Why, of course you do" Mildred an
swered. arising and looking around her.
| That night Denton revised part of his
manuscript by discarding some ten or
| fifteen pages and filling up the gap with
| newly written matter.
1t was several weeks later that he
dined with the noted publisher, Lint
ing.
THE great secret of success in mod
ern novel writing" said Limiting, as the
wine was circling, 'can be summed up
in one word-'risque.'" Denton went
home, searched through his waste bas-
ket, found the discarded pages and
again embodied them in his manu-
script.
"What will be, will be-" he NUT
tered.
AS soon as the weather grew warm,
Denton posted off to the mountains, and
society looked knowing when it was
learned that Miss NARROW was also
there. At the clubs in town, the gossip
was that Denton and Miss NARROW were
| constantly together-now scaling some
mountain peak, now taking long walks
over the picturesque roads, or sitting
out upon the veranda in the moonlight
evenings. Be this as it may, Denton
must have worked during the summer,
for when he returned his book was fin
ished and in the hands of the publisher.
He was not long in calling upon Mil
bred. Mrs. Arnold, whom he met COM
ing out of the house, told him to walk
back to the dining room pantry. He
stole quietly forward and stood in the
doorway. Mildred was there, wearing
the daintiest little apron in the world.
Her head was turned from him, but he
could see the roses on her cheek, and
her hair shone like ebony beneath the
light. She was cutting chocolate.
Just in time for the caramels,"
laughed Denton.
She turned quickly, and the knife fell
from her hand.
'You!" she exclaimed, her face radi-
ant and her eyes scintilating brightly.
He held her hand trif1e longer than
was necessary.
What stately little cook you are,
to be sure" he said, surveying her from
head to foot. She withdrew her hand
and stepping back pace, began to ask
him score of little feminine questions
how he came, how he knew she was
there, why she didn't hear him coming
! and the like. Then she assigned him to
the task of chopping up the remainder
of the chocolate, while she busted her
self among the pots and pans.
Soon the candy was bubbling thickly
| upon the stove. Denton sat down. A
spirit of silence came over him as he
dreamily fixed his eyes upon Mildred.
"Did you spend pleasant SUMMER"
she asked, dropping lump of butter
into the candy.
Lovely" replied Denton, and Miss
NARROW rose before him.
Danced every night, suppose?" she
| queried, slowly stirring the candy.
"Yes, indeed-every night" he re-
piled, at random.
"And lots and lots of pretty girls 2"
brightly.
Lots of them"
She rested the spoon upon the edge
of the pan and glanced quickly at Den
, ton.
Whats come over you?" she asked.
81 don't believe you've heard word
I've said.''
Denton ceased drumming on the edge
| of his chair and raised his head.
81 was wondering if there was any
| one on earth quite like you," he replied,
| in low voice.
The girls dark lashes fell heavily
| upon her damask cheeks She turned
aside and resumed the stirring.
"Why?" she asked, archly.
Denton was silent for moment and
then quite slowly:
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