The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1905-09-08

antique costume.
The doctor, in all the glory Of conti-
nentals, entering just behind the widow.
flashed at her look of amazed admira-
ton.
He himself had the ill-grace to declare
that he felt uncomfortable while he
looked kingly.
Now, who are we? And what are we
doing?' cried Mrs. West.
you are Nance Doyle herself" said
Stella. The artists fervor gave her
warmth, in spite Of the discomforting
admiration that the widows fetching
appearance created. You are her true
and faithful lover"
Yes" assented the doctor, fervently.
Patriotism only burns brighter in
each breast than does the love Of each
for each, pure, changeless."
How truly you tell it." breathed Mrs.
West.
1T is the moment Of parting before
the decisive battle"
"And the poser"
Take that of the Huguenot lovers,
already immortalized; the costumes
will give the needed difference"
I'VE must be quick about it," de-
clared Mrs. West; the other guests
will be arriving in moment"
Stella was focusing.
Ready" she called.
The doctor seized the widows hands
in his and rgsseed them to his heart.
She lifted to his, eyes entrancingly
beautiful, for the moment trimming
with expression of devotion; his own
(what mans could not?) met hers with
an equal ardor. Stella peering through
the lens caught the glance and felt a
great sob rise to her throat.
1T seems so long since-so long"
murmured the widow. Stella felt as II
the black cloth over her head were sti-
fling her.
But now-at last" breathed Moore
Stella's hand shook so that she could
scarcely draw out the plate holder. 1t
was plain that these two had loved in
the long ago. Possibly the little widow
had come early this afternoon looking
to find him here. They were renewing
the old affection right under her eyes,
She had repulsed her persistent lover
just once too often, and now her heart
told her-too late.
Amy other pose?"
TOO late" said Stella. Her voice
frightened her as she uttered the words
beating in her heart. Too late.
But you are content with your
work." quoted Mrs. West. Not if it was
to give over her lover to the widow.
You do not need me now? You do
not want me?" The doctor was eager
to lay aside the continentals.
Il can't tell until-until later develop
ments."
But here the guests came. They were
captured with the grace of the old cos
tunes.
Was there magic in the ancient uni
form, Stella wondered. Had she ever
fancied the doctor heavy? Only Her.
culean. Had she ever thought him stiff :?
Only stately. Clumsy? Only courtly
Tales of the brave days of the revolu-
ton were rife in Stella's parlors that
afternoon. Each told a tale of his or
her own until Mrs. Clitheral, wearing
her gray hair like duchess coronet,
and across her breast as many badges
and insignia as a field marshal may
boast, turned to DR.. Moore.
You say nothing" she announced,
"and you are the only .one among us
whose ancestor was signor."
And you never told me-" murmured
Stella in his ear.
But you were so interested in
progress, in advancement in emancipa-
ton from all old customs, how could
know you would care for such old
things?"
And your fathers family" continued
Mrs. Clitheral-her D. A. R., Colonial
Dame, Daughters of Colonial Governors,
Child of Royalty badges tinkled as she
talked-"are, if l mistake not, of the
Moores of North Carolina of name and
fame, closely connected with the Moore,
present marquis of Drogheda Castle,
Ireland"
'And you let me boast to you of my
farmer girl ancestress with her pail of
foamy new milk"
"She was one to boast of. brave, SIM
pie true"
While the guests gathered about Mrs.
Augustine Shepperd to hear for the
hundredth time her favorite story of the
revolution; how Col. Will Shepherd
rode neck and neck with the captured
Tory across the How Fields, the doctor
whispered to Stella:
Il will tell you now that it was who
pawned these continentals which now
wear"
Not really?"
ITO buy decent~coat in which to
read my graduating thesis"
And now?''
And now have had success enough
to feel warranted in asking you again
that question"
But, Mrs. West? You loved her once !?
| heard he~ say to you as you held her.
oh, so closely: 1T seems so long,"
Since you had kept us playing the
fool while you worried with the cam
era
''And you, gazing at her so ardently
said: AT lasti IN. O. Times-Demo-
crat.
Plant Lice Killer.
Fifty-eight persons competed to get
the prize offered at Frankfort. Ger
many, for the best method of Destroy