The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1904-06-03

was positive daring! And also formed
poor opinion of his ability to mix
dark paints into blonde preparation.
The hair was dark as night!
The next day 1 felt better. l was
able to have leaned out of my window
indefinitely, but fifteen minutes sur
feed. My old-fashioned conscience
was becoming a deliberate failure.
what are you working on now?"
! she asked.
81 am finishing up the right eye,"
responded the painter.
That explained their low tones The
right eye was directly under her win
| dow, and for that reason had difficult
| ty in hearing.
"She has blue eyes, of course, being
blonde was the next observation
from the girl.
'Of course he returned. l covered
| like a guilty wretch in my chair.
felt it almost duty to correct him,
but discovered that | was calling my
self an "old fogy' and back number"
Deceitful silence was happy recourse.
Several days followed, more rapidly
for me than the time was wont to pass.
l wondered vaguely at times if sewing
was remunerative, and if making up
for lost time by lamplight was not a
trifie hard on the eyes. Also whether
painting signs had to be done with
any great dispatch in order to be profit
able and Just how much time should
really be taken to paint large cigar
sign like the one below our window.
Then | began to hope that time was no
particular object in sign-painting and
that gaslight was not hard on the
eyes.
Il will be through tonight he
said, on the morning of the tenth day.
"Then 1 will be able to see the pic
ture tonight" she said, not gaily, but
with a half note of sorrow. She had
rigidly refrained from viewing the sign
until it was completed.
He painted silently for time.
You seem very much in love with
your work." she said finally.
Yes he replied quietly, though the
words reached me clearly. "You are
right, l am very much in love with
my work"
That night he came for her, ant
they crossed the street together in the
gathering dusk to look at the picture
| found myself quivering with excite
ment and wondered if my old ear!
would serve me at that distance. A
least l could depend upon my eyes tt
a certain extent. | both saw and heart
something of what occurred. They
stood closely together, and as the cir
turned | heard a sharp exclamation o
surprise l could detect no anger
e though l was listening intently for it
1 He began talking rapidly and vehe
mently. l knew intuitively what n
e was saying. and almost prayed that h
S would be successful After shor
time the two forms melted together
L and l could see his arms steal abou
y her. l fell on my knees and the tear
rained down my cheeks.
= I'VE must tell Uncle Ben" I hear
f her say presently.
|, 1.-THE first thing, to be sure"
v They were upon the steps in mo
2 ment, and it was guilty old, rheu
v matte wretch they found simulatin
surprise on their arrival.
1 have saved and reread hundre
q times the clippings from the daily pa
pers which told of the sudden rise t
q prominence of a young lad" painte
n in the city, and the crowds whic
gather every day to look upon the pie
L ture of the young American girl on tn
4 Dorothy cigar sign little imagine tn
o secret in the heart of the old man i
q the window above.-National Mage
~ zine.