The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1903-05-29


dear house you have!
Wont YOU come in?" said Mr..
Frisbie, waking to sense OF his re-
sponsibilities. 'You might sit a
while and get rested"
Thank you; we'd love to-" said
Neil, looking at the others with a
winning smile under which they read
an iron command.
She skipped in with alacrity, and
they followed with reluctance. She
admired everything in the little par
lor. She drew the old man out to
talk about his books and treasures
in a dry, deliberate way, and was so
honestly interested, so sincerely cor
dial, that he seemed to soften more
and more under the influence of her
! charm.
When they stood again at last in
the little garden, where the old man
had gathered big bouquet as they
wandered about among the flowers,
Neil, warned by the growing twilight,
and feeling that the crucial moment
had arrived, advanced heroically to
the attack. She led up to the story
of their financial straits so skilfully,
and told it with such gay and pref
ty mixture of fun and pathos, that
the old man actually smiled as he
listened, and began to tumble hope
fully in his pockets.
Neil could not forbear one glance
of triumph at her companions, which
was turned into blush of confusion
as he looked up moment too soon.
swell, WE'LL" he said. "And what
would you have done if there hadn't
happened to be an old uncle on the
| island?"
81 don't know said Neil, with
truth.
"We1l send it right back as soon
as we get home; and we're so much
obliged to you-Uncle Frisbie!"
Bella suppressed. a groan of horror
at this last touch of audacity. But
the old man had only rubbed his chin
and looked at Neil with placid
smile.
"Don't mention it," he observed,
handing her bill which he had
pulled out of an old leather wallet.
'Glad to have had the chance to ac-
commodate We. Your cars about due.
You'd better hurry along, or you
might get Left
"Thank you, we WILL" said Neil,
shaking his hand with effusion.
"Good-by! Thank you ever so much!
Mother would have sent her love,
you know
eyes," said Uncle Frisbie. "You
might give her mine-if you think
she'd like to have it. And you tell
her her daughters fine girl-a fine,
brave young lady, and a credit to
her, to be sure!'
| The humorous wrinkles deepened
round his eyes. He turned sudden
ly to Bella.
GAS for this little GIRL he said,
in different voice, ''I'd be pleased
if she'd take the posies; and if she's
no objection, I'd like to give her a
kiss-just for her mothers sake.
used to be pretty fond of little Bella
Bodine!'
| He looked round with an air of
innocent surprise at the astonished
and abashed faces of the girls. Then
he broke into a sly, deep chuckle
of enjoyment.
"Splendid!" he said. "You did it
splendid! But, you see, she's the
very living image of her mother, this
child. Might be Bella Bodine herself
standing there-just about her age
when l first saw her. And shy! Lit
tie Bella was as shy's a partridge!
Land! I don't blame We any. Twas
rather tight place"
"But-yon see, sir-we-she-" be-
gan Neil, breathless, and blushing
furiously.
ooh, yes, see, fast enough said
| the old man, still shaking with his
low mirth. 81 amt blaming we. You
| did it handsome, and that's a fact
couldn't have been done better. And
you're welcome to the money. I'd do
more'n that for little Bella Bodine.
If you don't run down the hill pretty
| fast you'll lose that car. Give my
| love to your mother, Bella. AS for
you, MISS" he called over the gate
| to Neil, who went out last, eff I was
| going to have another niece,
wouldn't ask pluclkier one-nor a
prettier! But don't forget your
money next time, for there mightn't
be an old uncle round handy to bor-
ry of"
The gate slammed, the little horse
car tinkled into sight, stopped, and
went on again, as three limp and
| breathless girls sank silent on it's
| wooden seat.
"Never," said Neil in bitter self
| condemnation, "never again will I
stoop to practice deception for the
benefit of my friends 1t was a mean,
wretched thing to do, and I'm just
ashamed of it! Never will L bor-
row"
I ''Neil," said Pauline, solemnly, ''the
lessons to be learned from this ex-
perience are too many and too-too
| varied to be discussed here. But
| there is one thing-Uncle Elnathan
Frisbie, no matter whose uncle lie
may happen to be, is dear! And if
either of you ever disowns him again,