The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1904-08-05

ONCE he had obtained his degree
- in science and an appointment,
Stephen Portway had determined to
leave his poor lodgings in Soho; but
he still delayed.
At first he was not frank, even to
himself But at length he had to con-
fess to the dark of sleepless night
that woman held him-a woman
to whom he had never spoken except
with the commonplace greetings of the
day.
She was French; she called herself
Mile Lemoine; was, perhaps, "a years
of age, and she lived alone in a room
on the opposite side of the landing
before his door. She appeared to be
very poor, very proud and very soli-
tary.
Without thinking, Stephen had got
to wait for her going out in the morn
ing, so that he could greet her when
passing. In the evening, too, when he
heard the light footsteps coming up
the stairs, he would carelessly begin
descending, so as to look into the
tired, quiet eyes and hear the soft
voice answer his salutation.
But at last he became aware that
his comings-in and goings-out were
but ShadowingS of her movements,
and in shame he put restraint upon
himself. But when, at the end of that
time, he found he had not seen her
face for week, he threw self-control
to the winds and watched to meet her.
Once there had seemed to be the
possibility of archness and coquetry,
but now it was pale and gaunt, and in
her eyes were fever and great
trouble He could not be deceived !;
whatever was her mental anguish, he
knew there was a meaner, a grimmer
despair beneath it all-she lacked food.
Once he would fiercely resolve to
go to her tomorrow and bluntly offer
her help and friendliness; next mo-
ment he would enrage against the sus-
picious conventions that were reared
about them.
Next day was Saturday. She did
not appear in the morning, and he
went listlessly to his work. Reaching
home quickly in the afternoon, he sat
in his room, near the door, and listened
for her. Suddenly the quiet steps
sounded on the stairs below, and, seiZ-
ing his hat he strolled, whistling, out
of the room. She was coming up the
stairs with basket on her arm, and
at the sight of the WEAKNESS in her
face and the frailty in her figure, he
felt impelled to speak to her tenderly.
He thought that for moment she
seemed shaken before his gaze and
she hesitated in her reply to his greet
ing; then she responded and passed on
with her usual distant bearing.
AS she went by he glanced at the
basket. A cloth was over something
within it, and, for the moment, he was
glad and then half sorry with the
thought that she was not in such dire
straits as he had imagined
AS she placed her foot on the stair
he saw the cloth was pulled aside at
one place and piece of charcoal jutted
up. He descended, feeling pleased to
think she was going to cook something
over her stove.
In another ten minutes he came
bounding into the house and up the
stairs. Halfway toward the museum
terrible suspicion had entered his
mind; perhaps she meant to destroy
herself.
He listened, but no noise came from
the room. He tried to think of an ex'
cuse for knocking and speaking; then
happening to cast his eye TO the top o.
the door, he caught sight of piece Of
blanket damned between it and thu
frame. Quickly he bent; no light came
through the keyhole, and at the bot
tom of the door flannel was thrust.
He knocked with restrained force
the blood beating thickly at his heart
A slight movement came from within
the room, but no reply. He knocked
again and called "Mademoiselle."
Then the voice answered, In sleep,
tones, who is it?''
1T is t. he replied. What are VOL
doing with the door blocked up?"