The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1902-10-24
which Mr.. Hill was a boarder.

which Mr.. Hill was a boarder A
little boy-one of Hills pupils
came to the door, and, to the question
put as to Mr.. Hills whereabouts, re-
piled with very round eyes that the
schoolmaster had just left the house
with no more explanation than that
he was going ''up the road a piece"
The editor started. That was the
phrase Hill used to employ when he
was going to see a "gal"-and what
| girl could there be but Miss Carry
May? His enemy must have passed
him in the dark.
The editor left the boy still star
ing, and retraced his steps hastily.
As he came opposite Miss Carry-May's
house again, sure enough he heard
Hills unmistakable nervous cacl<re
within. Miss Carry-May's voice was
not audible.
The editor did not go in. Instead
he went to his room. In the morn
ing the schoolmaster received note
/ which read:
| ''Sir: have been waiting for you to
| name a time and place for the encounter
you were so kind as to suggest to me the
| other day. You have sent me no word.
| May I venture to offer a suggestion in
| my turn? If it is agreeable to you, I
| will meet you in Dead Mans Hollow at
| five O'clock this afternoon. Kindly bring
| your gun.
(Signedo JOHN HARRIS"
The note was delivered to Mr.. Hill
in his schoolroom, and produced
curious effect. Mr.. Hill had been in
a villainously bad humor. Now, he
twisted ecstacically in his chair as
he read, his face spread into won
derful grin.
"Tell Mr.. Harris," said he to the
boy, "that I'll be there"
All the rest of the day he was
notably preoccupied and fidgety, and
several times the pupils heard him
chuckle to himself. About half-past
four, having at that time dismissed
the last lingerer, Mr.. Hill, from the
window of his schoolroom, saw Mr..
Harris walking by in direction
which might reasonably lead him to
Dead Mans Hollow, which, by the
way, was a lonely spot in the pines,
and the reputed scene of murder.
| The editor was accompanied by the
same gentleman who had been his
companion at the time of the street
encounter. The two men walked
rapidly, and Harris face wore an ex-
preston of much grimness.
| When the pair were well past the
house and \out of sight around a
curve in the road, Mr.. Hill laughed
aloud all to himself, and followed
| slowly. Just as he reached the
| edge of the town he met buggy
In the buggy were Miss Carry-May
and a man with red hair. Miss
Carry-May bowed, and the buggy
drove on. Mr.. Hill turned to look
after it, and seemingly forgot to
turn again; for instead of going to
| Dead Mans Hollow, he walked
straight home. The editor and his
| friend waited for him at the appoint
| ed place full half-hour-then they
came back to town, and went with
| out delay to Mr.. Hills place of resi-
| dence. There they learned that the
| schoolmaster had just gone toward
the station carrying a small hand
bag. They followed in haste, and
| were in time to see the tail end of the
southbound train disappearing a mile
down the track. Then the editor
| swore in his slow way, and the two
| trudged back to town again.
A little later Mr.. Harris rang Miss
Carry-May's doorbell. He was usher
| ed into the parlor, and found the
young woman arrayed in her most
becoming frock and very busy en-
| pertaining strange gentleman with
red hair. Miss Carry-May looked
startled, but introduced the stranger
as the Rev. Mr.. Jopling. Mr.. Jopling,
| basl1ing luxuriously in the lady's
| smiles, kept up an incessant flow of
small talk, and was evidently good
| for the evening. Clearly there was no
| chance for Mr.. Harris tonight, and
| he took himself off in state of
mind which beggars description.
At his room he found a note in
strange, wild handwriting:
Dear Harris.
eve are both of us euchred 1 amt
going to fight for no gal alive-especially
not one that is spoke for already This
| one is going to marry that red-headed
parson. She told me SO last night
! yours truly,
| '"T. HILL"
That night the editor did not sleep.
| Hill came back Monday morning
the duel had been set for Friday-en-
| tirely cured of his warlike fever. He
was very friendly with the editor
who received his advances with very
bad erace-ignored Miss Carry MAY
utterly, and was presently a violent
admirer of another of the young wo-
men of Wauhatchie. The editor, for
his part withdrew from society, and
his leaders took on tone of chronic
misanthropy.
Miss Garry May, it, seems, did act
ually, in time, marry the parson with
red HARM. Y. Times.
| More History Rewritten.