The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1903-11-06

A NDREWS stretched out brawny
n hand, helped me into the boat,
steadied it, and motioned me to seat
in the stern. He grasped the oars, and
with a strong, firm pull or two spun
into the sound and anchored. He drew
out his line, fastened the bait securely
and cast it.
unless you keep quiet now, miss"
admonished he, 1.-The fish won't bite"
''Ill keep quiet" l promised, hum
bly,; for as a matter of fact, that was
the condition upon which l. had been
permitted to come.
The yacht was not far off. 1t lay
on the pearly water, still as painted
yacht, the sails glittering white in the
afternoon sunshine, the shadows of a
gray, delicate as the breast of dove,
as to appear to be pink. Beyond,
against the horizon, two cat-boats
dotted the tender pearl of the sea-
By and by, forgetting, l said, Its
a beautiful yacht
Andrews gave a sullen jerk to his
line, drew it out, and flung it dis
gustedly back again.
Il had a bite then, MISS" he COM
planned, 'if you hadn't spoke up an
skeered it away"
Afraid to breathe, I lasped into 81
lence like the grave.
After time, glancing sidewise at me
beneath eyebrows of the thickness of
underbrush, and seeing me sitting
there so very still, he repented some
what.
; YES" he began, ''it's a beautiful
yacht'-he pronounced it vat, the same
as cat. ga trim enough yacht for any
body 1t belongs to old man Smythe,
up there on the hill. f,you look you
kin see the steeple O. his house jest
over the tree-tops. I'm! l knowed
old man Smythe when he spelt his
name Smith, like other people; but
that was before he had a run o. luck
an made his millions Him an 81 Slo-
cum was fast friends then, too, an
the children growed up together, that
boy Jean O. his'n an Beth, ST Slocum's
gall; but there's a difference in men,
There's bound to be. or there wouldn't
be no millionaires, an what would this
here country be without the million
aires? They're necessary evil.
'Leastways, startin' out with what,
seems like an even show, one man goes
up an the other down. What with
sellin' bit O property here an there,
an lnvestin' it judicious in some o.
them tall buildin's in New York, old
man Smythe got pretty soon to own
about everything in these here parts
what was with ownin'. AS for ST Slo-
cum, he don't own nothing. The best
he kin do is to rent the few feet O.
earth his house squats on. He's got
to be content with that. Not that he
amt content enough. Too content, &C
cordin' to his wife, Liza Let him go
round with briar pipe stuck be-
tween his teeth, an his hands in his
pants pockets, an he's happy, she
says. He thinks he's got about what's
comm to him. He don't want for moth
ing more. The world may go hang for
all him, an welcome Miss. be quiet
there, will you? There's something
nibblin'"
The something" nibbled and quit.
Once more throwing out the line, he
gave dissatisfied grunt, and COM
menced the story where he had left
off.
Them two children, that boy an
gal" said he, was together most O.
the time-the boy, old man Smythe's,
as say, an the gal, 81 Slocum's, an a
bigger, finer, strappin sunburned gal
you never see, alvin in the open air,
iishin', swimmin', rowin', bathin', an
when there want nothing else on
hand. jest walkin' about, takin' long
breaths o what them city folks calls
'ozone,' an what we plain folks calls
air
me, that gal didn't need the walls
O NO house to hold her, 'ceptin' for
sleepin' purposes. The blue sky was
walls enough for her, an plenty near
If you could "a seen her swim it
would "a done your heart good-that
curly head O. her'n goin' out, out, out,
duckin, then comm up ag'in an
duckin' another an another time. That
gal WANT afraid O. nothing in the