The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1902-11-28

| teresting for bud" and thought no
more of her until he consulted his
book on the date affixed to the entry
| in his book.
Then, Immediately attired in con-
ventional evening dress, he betook
himself to the Navigne residence at
the prescribed time. He was ushered
into the drawing room, which, to his
utter surprise, was unoccupied by
guests or hostess.
could l have mistaken the hour
or date?" he thought, but rejected
such an event as impossible.
Presently Cssy entered the drawing
room. She wore a dark skirt and
shirt waist; her hair was in school
| girl fashion. Her involuntary eX-
preston of surprise was but mo-
mentary and quickly concealed as
she greeted him, but it told him that
| his surmise was correct, and he had
made a mistake in the date-the first
time in his life he had been guilty
| of such a blunder. He resolved not
to confess his stupidity. He would
merely make a formal call and then
take his departure.
| But he was reckoning without his
| hostess.
"Oh, Mr. Kent" exclaimed Cssy,
"you can never guess what 1 was
about to do when you camel"
Indeed, I cannot" he replied.
| 'We1l, you see, papa, mamma and
| Walter have gone out. | didn't think
anyone would be likely to call to-
night, and so 1 had just gone down
| into the kitchen to make some old
| fashioned molasses candy. The cook
| is out, and 1 have full sway. l never
will have such a good opportunity
again. Don't you want to come down
and help me?"
Anxious that she should not discov-
err his blunder, he was willing to
obey any commands to atone for his
shortening. He expressed his pleas
ure at the proposition, and together
they sought the kitchen.
"Your attire is not in keeping with
the place." she said, laughing; "be-
sides it's terribly warm here. I'll for
y
L am in my shirt sleeves myself, you
see''
He not only removed his coat, but
allowed her to tie a kitchen apron
around his waist. Then he heartily
entered into the spirit of the occa-
sion, poured the molasses into the
kettle and helped to grease the
plates.
81 was right" thought Cissy tri-
umphantly. 'He has adaptability. It's
only because his lines have been cast
in social places that he has been so
proper"
The making of the candy took a
great deal of attention. They bent
over the kettle and anXiously dis
cussed the length of time it should
boil
She showed him how it must be
done to a hair, and when he finally
insisted it was haired" they turned
it into the plates and set it out to
cool. There came distracting mo-
ment when Cissy took his hands
one at a time-and creased them.
''Think of Cameron Kent with
creased hands!" She laughed softly
and triumphantly to herself behind
the pantry door. Then what pull
ing time there was. Cameron Kent
proved as dexterous at this new en-
ployment as he was in leading
cotillon.
Poor Cissy got hopelessly entangled
in her strand of molasses, which
threaded and parted in every pos
sible way. Cameron cut up his long
rope of candy, which had attained
the desired shade of wilderness, into
little bits, and then proceeded by the
aid of butter and patience to extri-
cate Cissy from her supply of mo-
lasses.
In the midst of this occupation Wal
ter Navigne returned and appeared
upon the scene.
Il say, Cissy! Whatever are you
up to?" he called.
Then he caught sight of Kent and
stared at that individual in amaze
ment.
Cameron, however, was not at all
disturbed by the encounter.
'Halloa, Navigne!" he said cheerily,
''do you want to help us pull candy?
You'll find some in plate on the re-
frigerator."
"There seems to be plenty on my
sisters hands, too," said Navigne
pointedly.
eyes, but I have the first claim to
that" was the response.
81 am nearly famished," Walter de-
clared. aren't you going to serve
anything but candy, Cis?"
eff you will open negotiations with
the coffee pot Waller I will see