The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1902-07-25

fares. Turning to an intelligent
looking woman, he inquired what it
was for. After she had explained
it he said: why, how foolish to
go to all that trouble; why don't
they have honest conductors?' Hon
est conductors?' said the old lady.
why there's not honesty enough in
the city to make mayor"
Thus in their bachelor apartments
the two young men talked and
smoked, one of them with high ideas
of right, the other somewhat pessi-
mistic in his views. The friend of
whom they spoke took his bride to
the home he had bought, and the
young people entered upon their new
life with fair prospects.
Margaret was girl who had
adorned her home as well as So
ciety. Her surroundings had come to
have a harmonious relation to the
family, which consisted only of her
self and father, whose views and
thoughts she shared thoroughly.
But the happiness of the young
wife, with its pleasant home duties,
was of short duration. One day
stranger called, lady of middle age,
in mourning dress. The young ma
iron received her graciously, as was
her wont. Looking around the draw
ing room the lady remarked: "You
have made the home very pretty,
my dear. I did not know it had such
possibilities"
"You know it, then?" said Mar
| garet.
Eyes, it was my home," the lady
replied.
"Oh, then you are the one from
whom my husband bought it. How
could you sell such a pleasant home?
1t must have been great sacrifice
to give it up" exclaimed the young
housekeeper.
cit was, my dear" Then, after
moment, in which she seemed to be
consulting with herself, she rose to
go, saying: cit is world of
changes, you know. hope you may
be happy here"
Margaret thanked her, but felt that
the object of her visit had not been
explained.
"How could. I tell her?" unused the
lady, as she went her way. "How
could 1 have thought of such thing
as going to ask her intercession with
her husband in behalf of justice to
me? L could not destroy her faith in
him. She is the kind of woman to
take it to heart. Let it go. I will
not spoil her life"
| Not long after this the young hus-
band came home in unusually gay
spirits. At dinner he said: "Well,
Margaret, my pearl, I am rid of
troublesome suit. This house now
belongs to me-"
what do you mean, my dear?"
asked the wife. did you not buy it
some time ago."
"Yes," he replied; "but the widow,
the party who owned it, contested
the purchase"
"Oh, was she not satisfied" asked
Margaret.
"Well, you see, I got it very cheap
"a nominal price," said the hus-
band, CROWN confidential. ''It was
sold in a dull season; people were
out of town; had it all my own way.
To my surprise, the widow-ah, the
party-has suddenly withdrawn the
suit; it is now mine. Why, my girl,
what is the matter? You don't seem
to enter into this. One might think
a calamity had happened"
ooh! it is calamity; it is, it is.
How can we live in home that was
| taken from a widow under such cir
cumstances? How can we call it
ours?"
"Why, my dear, you look at it too
seriously. It's all in the line of bust
ness. You see, if 1 had not bought
it somebody else would. Business
is business"
"Business!" exclaimed the young
wife. 'But what of right and JUS
tice? I once heard my father give
a talk to some students on CONNER
cial righteousness. I believed, as he
did, that there was such thing"
Commercial fiddlesticks!" said the
husband, hastily. "But pardon me,
Margaret, I am looking out for our
best interests. You do not under
stand business. I am bound to get
ahead. Your father has some old
| fashioned ideas, as you know"
my father!" Suddenly the wife
rises and confronts her husband.
The amiable Margaret is blaze of,
indignation. 'My father she said,
sis an eminent lawyer and Christian
gentleman. His life has proved that
the two are not incompatible. Oh,
is it possible you cannot realize, can
not understand such combination?
He has won success from these old
fashioned ideas Of justice. He would
have scorned to take it in any other
way" Saying this, she left the room.
'By George, she has thrown the
gauntlet in my face-a girl of spirit,
a revelation! You never can tell
what a woman is going to do. How
she blazed! How handsome she
looked! But she'll come round.
She'll take the riches. All women
are alike"