The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1903-11-13

was awakened some time in the mid
die of the night by the most awful
noise, that sounded like horses.
l lay awake and listened, just trem-
bling with fright, and, sure enough, it
was horses The boat was tossing
about, and every time she gave an ex-
ira bad shake those horses would
blow the way they do when they're ex-
cited, and dance around, and man
would shout at them. l think they
had a stateroom directly under me.
1 didn't sleep very much after that,
of course, and l was a wreck when l
! got up in the morning. There was still
a little jaunt of so miles to be made
| on a train, and how / was to accom-
plish it | didn't know. Only my fear
full anxiety for Alonzo made it seem
possible that could live through it,
l was so tired. But I pictured him
to myself lying so wan and weak upon
a bed of pain, and it gave me strength
TO struggle on.
l picked up my dress-suit case, full
of it's collection of useless things, and
then unlocked my door. Or, rather,
didn't unlock my door, for the key
wouldn't turn! | twisted l struggled.
l sat down and cried. 1 rang the bell.
but in the hustle of preparing for the
landing nobody paid any attention to
| it. You can imagine that by that time
l was almost distracted. I never felt so
helpless in my life, not even when the
hammock broke and let me down fat
on my back and unable to move, right
at the feet of the bishop of Oklahoma!
| Oh, no, that wasn't nearly so bad, for
there, at least, was the bishop of Ok
! lahoma, while on that boat l might as
well have been in my grave for any
attention that anybody paid to me.
! All night long people had been
tramping up and down in front of my
room. Now there wasn't footstep,
| of course.
At last it occurred to me to let down
my blind and shout out of the window.
You can fancy my delight when /
saw deckhand way off in the distance,
and l called to him with all the
strength l had left in me. 1t wasn't
"uSI, uuI lllC at ldoJ, anu
came on the run. I handed out the
key to him. and he wrestled with the
| lock from the outside 1t seemed to
be a case where outsiders and insiders
were even. The thing wouldn't bulge.
81 think I'll be obliged to haul yez
outen the winder, ma'am," said the
deck hand respectfully.
1 must say that was staggering
proposition, but I didn't see any al
tentative except to sit there until they
cut out that lock and lose my train
to Scottypaw.
But the window was discouraging.
1t was small, you know, and I'm not
as tiny as l used to be. Why, when I
was married l only weighed 80 pounds,
and l measured Is inches round the
waist, while now-well, never mind
what it is now; enough more so that
| didn't like the looks of that window,
at any rate.
I tried my feet first and I tried
head first, and the man pulled and l
| pushed, and which way 1 got through
at last don't know, but did light on
| hat blessed deck after terrible strug-
| gle. My rescuer reached in and got my
yalise, and 1 started for the gang
plank more dead than alive.
1 suppose 1 looked as haggard as I
| felt, for a man on the pier ran for
ward to take my bag He pulled off
lis cap as he seized it and cried.
''Hullo, Mamie. This is great"
1t was Alonzo. Rugged up in golf
things, and as tanned as an Indian,
and fairly bursting with good spirits.
sat down on truck and burst out
crying.
What did you mean by sending me
that telegram" l sobbed. 1T was
| contemplate thing to do. l thought
you might be dead by this time"
Alonzo took me right in his arms
before all the passengers and every
thing-wasn't it awful.
81 never said I was sick, child. I
thought you might enjoy the tourna-
ment-it begins to-morrow-so l
wired you to come down. think 1
| have pretty good chance" he went
| on, patting me on the back in an abb
| sent-minded sort of way, land they're
| going to have tea every afternoon, and
you will like that, at any rate"
That was the finishing touch. l
| looked up at my husband and put all
| the sarcasm could rake together into
| my voice.
your thoughtfulness for my amuse-
ment is really too great for words,
Alonzo. What do you expect me to
| wear to those teas of yours? My black
velvet dinner gown?"-Philadelp
| Public Ledger.
Not So Very Weak.
| The train was on windy pass in the
| Rockies. There were in the car few
miners, two cowboys, a woman, who
| looked i'll, and a man clothed in very
| British tweeds. He was evidently
used to roughing it, and sat beside the
open window Indifferent to the cold