The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-04-26
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thus smoothly, and the crisp, frozen
ground under their feet, the twain
started upon their ramble.
With buoyant steps they breasted
the Hogs Back" from which favorite
vantage ground a splendid view of the
surrounding country could be OBJ
tanned.
"Yes, there's the dear old Towers"
said Alice, ''where l should be living
now if the pater had not died."
"You've found another home,'' whis-
pered Charley, land other parents
81 know that, DEAR responded the
girl. But you cannot imagine what
it feels like to have ones birthplace
given over to ruin and decay, and to
know that one hasn't a single living
relative. Only to think 1 cannot even
visit my fathers grave, because he died
in some faraway outlandish place!''
Then, with returning vivacity, she
added: Don't you remember that day
in your school holidays when we walked
over there and rambled through the
disused rooms? How we thought there
was ghost in the hall, and ran all
the three miles back home without
once stopping?'
81 should just think l did," said the
young officer. 'You caught chill
through being overheated, and the
governor said he would make tailor of
me for being such an idiot"
"You wouldn't be afraid now?''
queried the girl.
"No fear!!" laughed her companion.
Life on a man-of-war soon knocks all
the fear of spooks out of a man.
''Let us pay another visit, then!''
A sharp walk soon brought the twain
to the rusty lodge gates of Westcrne
Towers.
GLOW dreary it looks" said the girl.
81 wonder if that scullery window is
still unfaStened?"
Charley tried, and, to his surprise,
the sash slipped up without difficulty.
Its case of gentlemen first this
time," said he, stepping through the
aperture. Come along, tomboy. If
you're not careful you'll tear your
dress. The windows no bigger than
the lubber-hole of a brig
The easement being negotiated in
safety, together they wandered through
the cobweb-festooned rooms Of the
once-palatial residence. Ascending to
a second story, Robson carelessly threw
open a door of a room which faced the
landing. Here an unexpected sight met
their gaze. Sitting before wood fire
was an elderly man, contemplating the
flames with a ruminant air. At the
sound they made he turned his face to-
ward them and started in alarm.
The next moment the youth was
across the room and graphing with the
stranger. You villain!' he painted.
1--WE got you at last! Run, Allie, bring
some one quickly! I can't hold him
long; say he's a deserter from the
navy!"
The trembling limbs of the girl
failed to carry out his behests as she
stood fascinated, watching the Unequal
struggle which was speedily ended.
Youth and agility were no match for
the sailors sinewy arms, and in 4 short
time Robson was ANONYMOUSLY pinned
against the wall.
With lowering brows and eyes which
BODIED no good to his captive, West
stood staring at the lad, as if undecided
what to do with him. Then, catching
sight of the pale face of Alice, who was
petrified with horror upon recognizing
in her companions antagonist the man
who had SO persistently logged her
footsteps of late, his own features as
sumed a softer expression and he NUT
tered: ut is kismet!"
After pause of breathless silence
the eX-sailor, addressing his captive,
said: You are not so muscular as was
your father in his youth, young fellow.
The Charley Robson that knew would