The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1901-11-08

ment of foot-gear was PRODUCED and
surveyed by it's detected owner. She
| Immediately bounced upon pair OF
white suedes, not so bad after all, and
vigorously set herself to work with
the bread-crumbs, with such good re-
suits that fairly presentable pair
of slippers was produced.
"You eXtravagant girl" she
laughed. eff you had been used as I
have, to making one pair do till it
is done, you would use up plenty of
stale bread. Your dress is SD long
they'll never show; besides, who
would suspect Miss Harloe, who has
a new pair for every party, if she
likes, to be wearing old ones. They'll
never think of looking"
ooh! you dear little Hay"
laughed Beatrice, "you are such
comfort. We must hurry, it would
not do to be late when I have to in
troduce all your partners"
"Hay seeds have their little mission
in the world after all, eh, Honey Bee?''
quoth Sue.
81 never would have COTTON off to
this cotillion if it hadn't been for
| you, that's certain" she answered. as
the two went gayly down stairs, leav-
ing the patent feathers, the igncmin-
| Gus cause of all the trouble, lying
| forgotten on the floor.
Scratch, scratch, went the pen, and
sheet after sheet of manuscript fiut-
tered to the floor. The medical stu
| dents who were to be RECALLED IN the
morrow with DR.. John Meredith's adj
dress on anatomy were not to be
envied, if length were not offset by
brilliancy.
Finally the toes are reached. Sure
ly he must be nearing the end. If not
the end, the mention of his eXtremi-
ties started a train of thought utter
ly foreign to the subject in hand,
however. With a sigh, he dropped his
pen and turned in his chair. Drawing
him affectionately over his shoulder,
with the thumbbone he thoughtfully
prodded the tobacco in his pipe.
swell, Bonita, old girl, suppose it's
about time I stopped"
The person addressed was accus-
toned to his condolences and, not be-
ing expected to be communicative,
preserved discreet silence. She was
always introduced to his friends as
''Miss Bonita, the beautiful Indian
maiden" and her sole duty in life
was to hang suspended there III mid
air, in convenient range, where ut any
time her thumb could be called into
use. Meredith declared that his pipe
never smoked as well as when Bonita
packed it for him.
Touching his repeater, the faithful
little chime rang out-nine-and-twen-
ty! "Great Scott!" he exclaimed,
springing to his feet. ''Why didn't
you give me hint it was so late?
What use are you, anyway, hanging
there, twirling your toes, when I
should be twirling mine!"
Just then there came knock at the
door, and without waiting for an an
swer, his friend Graham entered with
rush. "Hello, not ready yet! What
have you been about, you old fogy?
You'll get no dances if you don't hur-
ry."
''Don't want any. Haven't danced
for four years, as I told you,'' an
swered John, in the drawing, in
different tone he always assumed
when social matters were discussed.
swell, you promised me you'd go
to this. How do you expect to be
success in your profession if you
drop SO completely out of socia! life?
Don't you know that two or three
conquests tonight mean as many
calls in the course of the week?'
"Great Heavens! You don't mean
it?" (sarcastically).
eyes, and I'll wager you haven't
even thought of the dancing. shoes
you promised me so faithfully to
buy"
''There you are wrong, dear boy, as
usual. Thought of them just in the
nick Of time. Open the box there and
lend me a hand, will you?" Giving
himself a shake). He disappeared in
to the other end of the long room,
which was divided by portiers, and
was dignifed by the title of sleeping
apartment, in this, his home, up five
flights of stairs-the climbing of
which was all the exercise he needed,
he declared.
An astonished silence followed the
cracking of the paper, then burst
| of hearty laughter.
"What in thunder have you been
| about, old saw-bones? Some ones
been playing trick on you"
AS Charlie finished speaking, Mere
dith appeared at the portiers, and to
| his astonished gaze was held up a
pair of white suedes, dainty, high
heeled, fit for a fairy. CONSERVATION
dire overwhelmed them both, then
| recollection came to Meredith. swift
and sure. A pair of brown eyes glances
Indignantly into his, then a sweet
voice is saying: "They must be
white, Sue; either satin or suedes!"
Of course, the stupid clerk had mixed
them up.
| But, great Heavens, where arc his?
He dare not trust himself to think.
In the meantime, Charlie stood with
! the dainty deceiyerS noiSed Uin oar1v