The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1909-10-29

last month, and they've been all
through the British Isles, Denmark.
Holland, and Belgium, and they are
going to finish Europe and be homo
the first of next month. She could
hardly speak for tears. She says Mr..
Merrilegs made out the itinerary be-
fore they sailed and that they have
lived up to it every day except just
one, when he ate some lobster cross
ing the Irish sea, and they lost a day
that night. She says they drive a
great deal, because they can hardly
walk any more, and that she doesn't
believe that there will be a museum
or palace in Europe that they won't
be able to say that they have driven
by when they go home. She said they
had come to the Louvre to see what
pictures they wanted for their new
house, and that they never meant to
take more than 20 minutes for the Sc
lection, and that they had been there
an hour already. She felt badly be-
cause the itinerary had them visit
Notre Dame, the Eiffel tower as high
as the elevator goes, and Versailles
this afternoon. She said they wanted
to try and call on the American con-
sui, too, to ask about a masseur. She
said Mr.. Merrilegs said he thought If
they could get hold OF good masseur
and keep him right with them that
they could manage to rub through to
| the end.
Edna and I felt dreadfully sorry for
her; but there did not seem to be any
thing to do except look sad, and we
did that as heartily as we knew how
| until in minute or two Mr.. Merri-
legs hove in sight with a funny little
Frenchman dancing round and round
| him. Mr.. Merrilegs looked almost as
exhausted as his wife, and called Edna
by my name and me by hers. His
wife asked him if he had ordered the
pictures, and he said: mo; haven't
any more time to waste here. I've
given Claretie the paper with the
sizes of the spaces marked on 1t, an
he's to go through and measure till
he finds a famous picture to match
each space" Mrs. Merrilegs sort Of
| nodded family and said: But we
don't want any martyrs in the dining
room, you know" and her husband
said, "Yes, yes, he understands; and
he says he'll find Susanna to fit your
bath, too" Mrs. Merrilegs stood up
then with a very audible groan, and
they both shook hands with us in q
way that quite wrung our hearts.
Then they limped away with the little
Frenchman spinning gaily about them.
and we went on alone.
In the very next room we met Mr..
Chopstcne. He was awfully glad to
see us, and said, with our permission,
| he'd join us; but as he seemed joined
anyway, we didn't even dream of re"
fusing. He asked if we'd told uncle
about the Chatelet, and then we re-
| membered that we had forgotten. He
said he was so glad, because he
couldn't get any seats except baig-
noirs, and they looked queer, because
no one can see you. He asked if we
would like to go to the opera instead,
| and we we're just discussing it when
we turned a corner and ran right on
| to Betty Burleigh and the red-haired
man. His name is Potter, and, did you
ever! They looked so upset that it
can't have been an accident, their be-
ing together. But how coud they have
| arranged it? If they didn't arrange it,
why did they look upset? Betty had
on a bright green cloth dress and a
| violet hat, and the red-haired man
| heightened the general effect so much
| that we moved on as quickly as pos
sible. Mr. Chopstone said very round
ly: You'd better fight shy of her,
think" and Edna said dryly: "Of him,
too, don't you Think" I waited a
minute, and then said it seemed droll
to think that if we were all English,
| we'd be pleased to call poor Betty q
| typical American.
We came home when the Louvre
! closed and found uncle back with his
| feet on the comfortable. He had had
| big fire built, for he said it gave
him chills to look at the nymph over
his bed. He had put in a true Merri-
legian afternoon, having been to the
Palais de Justice, Sainte- Chapelle,
Notre Dame, and driven by the Hotel
de Willie and around the Opera house
-"completely around" He says there
won't be a thing left for him to look
| at by Monday. He says if he was
pressed for time he'd hire cab for
one whole day and lump the business;
but that, seeing that we have the
time, it really doesn't seem necessary.
Mrs. Clary will be back tomorrow,
and we're very glad, for uncle is awful
peppery and tartary, and says "Hum!"
when we least expect 1t. Edna sent
Mr.. Chopstone petit-bleu, asking
him please not to ask us to go any
where tonight. Mr.. Edgar sent me
some violets, but had time to give
them to the chambermaid before un-
Gle came in. It doesn't seem possible
that uncle could really care for Mrs.
Clary; but he's so cross If she talks
to any one else that almost wonder
| If he doesn't.
We talk Italy and mark Brittany
every chance we get, but uncle says
"Hum!" to Italy the same as he does
to everything else these days. I'm
sure l don't see what We'll do if he
takes the rest Of Europe as hard as he
does this much. But of course I don't
mean that we're not having lovely
time, and we never forget for min
| ute how kind he was to bring US.
| Tiny Boston Store.
What is believed to be the smallest
store in the world was opened for bust