The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1907-12-13
JACK IS
ROMANCE
BY Robert Carlton Brown

Jackson read the notice over again,
carefully coming each word. AS he
read, blush rose to his cheeks and
his fingers twitched nervously.
Jackson was the young man, and
the young woman half closing his
eyes, he could remember every detail
Of that sweet face. The long, black
lashes dropped over her eyes so pref.
tily as she leaned back on him in an
effort to regain her breath. The color
that had mounted in her cheeks when
she was aroused from her faint and
found herself in his arms. Those full
lips which were so close to his that
he might have-had he dared. The
memories were delicious. and now
she was advertising for him.
A score Of happy romances fitted
through his young and sensitive mind
as he thought. Yes-all of them had
ended happily. An accident, poor
lady in distress, hero to the rescue,
recovery in his arms, the second
meeting, the engagement. Yes. In
deed, they all ended most happily and,
surely, why should not this one?
Providence" Jackson nus e d,
takes things in its own hands. A
man and a woman bump into each
other on the street and either fall in
love or the gutter. Providence is to
blame for everything. How often you
read of a man saving q girl from
drowning, and then the usual result,
marriage, and happily together ever
after"
His hopes rose as he thought on,
there could be no other conclusion;
it was inevitable; and Jackson was
glad of it's inevitability.
She had advertised for him to
thank him, and, he hoped, to reward
him with the greatest thing in the
world. What thoughtful thing for
her to do; she had no chance in pub
lie to show him her gratitude-it
would not have been proper there.
Jackson loved her all the more for
her thoughtfulness, for her reserve in
not making a manifestation of her
great appreciation before that COM
mon, horrid crowd which had gath
cred about them Immediately after the
accident
1t was three by the time Jackson
had done musing and had built the
last aircastle in which they were to
live happily ever after. Then he rose
hurriedly and rushed off 70 his room
to dress.
Beau Brummel never stood longer
before his glass than did Jackson on
that eventful afternoon. She would
want her hero to look his best, he
argued; it was, therefore, not from
vanity that he picked out the most
delicately colored tie to match his
shirt. AS he dressed he studied over
what he would say, how he would act
when she submerged him with her
profuse thanks. It would be difficult,
he thought, to accept so many thanks
from her. He studied over what to
say and how to act to show her best
that great love he had for her.
At last, fully dressed, with his mind
fully made up to end the romance that
afternoon, if she were so inclined,
Jackson boarded one of the Went
worth avenue cars which providence
had made instrumental in bringing
them together.
The ride was short-to the impa-
tient lover is seemed an age as he
stood on the platform nervously in
haling cigarette in an effort to quiet
his humping heart.
It was a good neighborhood. Jack
SON was glad of that, but already he
was in such a frenzy Of love that he
would have forgiven her worse
thing than living even in the Ghetto.
With no difficulty he found the
house, walked proudly up the stairs
and rang the bell.
A maid answered the bell and ush.
cred him into parlor.
In a few moments the girl came
down. Jackson rose to greet her.
She gave him her hand coldly, but
he excused it on account of her re.
serve and even that little GOODNESS
gave her greater charm in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry to have troubled
you," she began.
Trouble" laughed Jackson. "You
know there can be no trouble where
you are concerned"
"But you know" she went on, pay.
ing no attention to his effort at
compliment "But, you know, it was
quite necessary that I should see
you"
"And / was even more anxious to
see you," burst out Jackson, "and to
find that your accident was not seri.
GUS"
Still she paid no attention to him;
there seemed to be something On hef
mind.
81 lost my pocketbook." she began
again, "and II thought that you
you had taken-that is, thought you
possibly had found it."
co." gasped Jackson. "O-was-
was that all-was that what you ad.
vertised for?"
why, yes, what do you think?'
che smiled.
IL didn't know" murmured