The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-10-13
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
5 Lies Possibilities
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IT WAS at the Waldorf-Astoria dur
| ing horse show time, and the din
ner hour, the busiest time of the whole
day at that wonderful hosiery.
Uniformed attendants flew here and
there in breathless haste, walters and
''omnibusses" lowered distractedly
about the fiower-bedecked tables in the
grand dining salon and the palm gar
den, and through the rich corridors
flowed a ceaseless stream of elegant
women in trailing silken gowns and
prosperous-lool,ing men in Tuxedos or
swallow-tail coats cut to reveal dazzling
Segments of shirt front.
The riot of luxury, feasting and en-
Joyment was at it's height when two
men met in the otfice-two men of 40
or Whereabouts, with that indefinite air
of self-conscious power that marks the
successful business man.
by the gods, if it isn't Ned Frink!"
exclaimed the taller of the two, stop
ping suddenly with outstretched hand.
''Teller!" cried the other, joyfully,
Selling the proffered hand. Pm glad
10 see you, Ola man!
In another moment the two. seated
in a couple of big throne-like leather
chairs which the Astor millions have
provided for the purpose of at once
comforting and impressing the hotel
patrons, and were giving an account
of themselves in true American fashion.
They had not seen each other since
l5years before they had separated after
four years of intimate companionship
at fresh-water college to go out and
seek their fortunes, after the impetu-
GUS fashion of western youth.
You have prospered, hear" said
Frinl, land have become an out-and-
out New Yorker in fact and senti-
ment."
''Oh, I've had my ups and downs" re-
piled Teller, with little laugh, 'bur
I'm on top now. AS for being a con-
firmed New Yorker, well, Mrs. Teller,
like most eastern women, doesn't care
for the west. We've never even done
the conventional trip to California. She
prefers crossing the pond when we
travel"
In the last words was all the COM
placency of the man who has had a
hard fight of it and won, but Frank
easily forgave the little touch of van
ity. He had been through it all him
self.
''Then, there's Mrs. Teller" he said,
smiling.
"Oh. yes, and Jack Teller the sec
ond," replied the other. "You must
see that boy, Ned"
Il want to- said Frink, but some
thing wistful in his voice struck his
friend.
ard you," he asked, quickly. 'Sure-
ly you've not remained single, my boy?"
''Tve never married." was the brief
reply.
why, you're the very fellow to have
romance. 1 should think" went on
Teller. ''You used to be a influential
chap at college, always writing verses
and all that"
Frank laughed.
Eyes, / had my romance" he said.
''Well, I'm sorry it doesn't seem to
have had happy ending" said Teller,
sincerely. "a wife is a great help to
man. I'd like to tell you before you
meet her. he went on, bending for
ward earnestly, 'what mine has done
for me. She's made a man of me and
proved that | was worth the job. She's
been more than wife to me. She's been
my good, honest, loyal chum. There
are not many men who can say that
of their wives
''No, / fancy not" assented Frink,
smiling.
It's wonderful the understanding
she had of the ways man feels, an in
experienced girl like her." proceeded
tie other. ''You see she was stenog-
raDhGr in our Office when | first met
her, and l fell in love with her at first
sight, almost. I'd made a little pile,
and when we were married L thought
things were coming pretty much my
way. But hard times settled in and
lost everything. For long time it was
hard work to get bread and butter, but
that girl stood by me through thick
and thin. When / was sick for year
with rheumatism she went back to Of
flee work and kept me and the boy with
what she earned, with never word
of complaint or regret through it all.
/ tell you, my boy, she's got the STUFF
in her that heroes are made of Good
ness knows where she got it, that cour-
age OF hers. l never asked her about