The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-01-04

"Goldylocks, do you know what my
wife said?"
How should II" said the girl, fol-
lowing Herr Won Kreuser as he left the
landing stage and set his feet on the
narrow path which ran along by the
edge of the lake.
"She said she did not think you had
enough courage to go against your
mamma or to mount q horse"
The color flew to Irene's face.
Herr Won Kreuser-what will mann
ma say?"
'sMy dear Goldylocks, if you have had
YOUR ride shall you care what she, or
anyone, says?'
Afterward-perhaps not" said she
slowly; "but this is not afterward. l
wonder if she will be very, very an
cry"
'Shall you consider me unpardon-
ably disrespectful if 1 say, will it so
much matter even if your mamma were,
rs you said, very, very angry?"
cit certainly will" said Irene
promptly. 81 do not like being made to
feel in disgrace every hour of the day.
I know we'll what it feels like. Ii is un-
bearable."
'"That sort of thing doesn't last"
said Herr Won Kreuser. "Your mamma
will grow weary of showing her dis
pleasure, and will soon condone the Of
tense. After all. what is the o1fense?
A trifing act of willfulness. 1t is no
more. There is no sin about it," He
broke off adding, in tone of gentle
raillery: "That Goldylocks has such a
tender conscience is really quite reve-
lation! Is this the first time she has
taken one line, and her mamma an
other? No? And has she al
ways worn such look of distraction
when proposing to herself to carry out
her own wishes?'
snow you are laughing at me-" said
Irene: shat is not fair
"No, it isn't was his quick rejoinder.
"You want encouragement, and first l
give you my wife's opinion-which is
not complimentary, and next, as though
that were not enough, imply that you
suffer from the pricl1ings of conscience.
Of course, there is really no question
of conscience in the matter. Baroness
Ley den is little unreasonable, and her
daughter, who is no longer baby to
be told to do or not to do this or that
according to her mamma's-shall we
say caprice Thinks she will, for once,
have her own way, and rebels. In an
ether, you would say it was natural.
Why have a different rule for your
self?"
'You think to excuse me by accus-
ing mamma" said Irene, with more
shrewdness than might have been ex-
pected in one SO young.
''Not at all. 1 do not see that the
subject requires an excuse. Forgive
plain speaking, but don't you think
you are making a fuss about nothing?"
His companion colored, and drew in
her lip under her little white teeth.
"There-now I have veXed you," said
he. "Pray, don't look SO angry, Colby
locks"
81 am not angry" said Irene, CURLY.
Sand now" she went on, after pause,
'and now, how shall we manage? Who
is to order the horses to be saddled?"
leave that to me- was his reply.
"You have nothing to do but to go in
and put on habit"
"You talk as though I were accus-
toned to ride. 1 have no habit"
"Well, well-get some heavy skirt
Anything will do, for no one is likely
to see YOU"
81 don't know. Do you think am
doing wrong?"
1--WE will consider the ethics of the
question after the ride" was his good
hum ored reply. why, Goldylocks, you
look quite pale! After all, I believe my
wife was right! You are afraid"
"No, no y - you don't under
stand"
perhaps not. But do you, my fair
Amazon?"
to" She paused, adding with a
forced laugh, "do you believe in fore
bodings?"
"My belief is that you are fright
fully nervous and would give anything
to have enough courage to give up
your first lesson"
"It is not that, tell you. I wish
that is, wish mamma were not so un-
reasonable. If she had not forbidden
it, I should not have had this uncom-
Portable feeling"
cit is not too late to draw back now"
said he, stiffly. 81 should be sorry to
force any pleasure upon YOU" AS he
spoke, he stood still, and she, turning
so as to face him, leant against the
smooth bole of great beech, whose
moss-covered roots, forming verita-
BILE trap for the unwary, stretched right
across the path.
"You are vexed with me, said the