The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1910-12-02

proud little beauty-the magnet o.
this Highwater trip-who, although
she did not expect him, would be
bound to hear of his incarceration
in short time. Even now the
bearded brethren were joyously
faring out of the hall of justice.
John Hartman, protesting, was
confined in cell. The burgess
proudly metamorphosed to fish
salesman and left the building. The
uniformed one, in whose habby palm
rested the safety of Highwater, drew
chair close to the street door,
leaned back against the wall and
promptly smote the air with a rau-
cous snore. Time lay in trance.
To the exasperated Hartman, Tuning
in his dingy compartment, the very
sun, just distinguishable through the
properly-barred windows, seemed to
have died. The silence of the street
was punctuated only by the whirr OF
an occasional locust-and the eerie
snores of the slumbering cop.
Caprice Omit in her aunt's home
listened to her uncle's strange ac-
count of a New York bigamist So
journing in the town.
Beast" she said vehemently. 81
have no sympathy for him. | hope
they hang him."
Uncle Hiram Dodder started.
His name is John Harman," he
continued refectively, "and he isn't
such bad looking fellow for one of
his kind, you know"
He was unprepared for the sud-
den change that blotted the look of
contempt from the girls face.
"John Harmanw she exclaimed.
'Describe him !"
Uncle Hiram calmly disengaged
the small hands clutched tightly
about his ARMAND elucidated.
cts a lie!" affirmed the girl at
the finish. Her proud little head
with its marvellous crown of hair
poised itself at regal angle. Her
black eyes flashed dangerously.
owe are going to that-that hole
of a jail and bring John Hartman
back with us."
Uncle Hiram Dodder was dis
turbed. To him this seemed a sud-
den infatuation. He eyed the girl
narrowly.
Don't do anything you'll regret, "
he cautioned, rather unwisely.
The sensitive nostrils of the girl
quivered. A small foot stamped the
floor.
care you coming?" she demanded.
Uncle Hiram hastily assured her
that he was.
'John Harmanw
The alleged bigamist raised mo-
rose eyes as the girl entered his
prison. The sleeping custodian
awoke with a snort.
Uncle Hiram gazed obviously at
his niece.
''What does this mean?"
The red crept high in the mans
cheeks.
''They tell me that I am big
amist." He grinned ruefully.
Silence, durance vile for mine until
New York reaches out her long arm
and drags home her Grant SON.
"You take it calmly enough"
snapped the girl. "I'm surprised at
you. Why are you in this town."
Hartman essayed no verbal answer.
He stared peculiarly at the girl. She
flushed.
What have you done to get out
of here?" demanded Caprice, sharp
~, letting the last question go by
default.
Nothing more than | did to
get in" confessed Hartman.
"Our open mouthed friend in
blue, standing just beside you there,
slept with the enthusiasm of the
tabled seven sleepers. When | de-
cided to send telegram I couldn't
wake him."
Harman's explanation was con-
Guided to the tramp of many booted
feet, and through the door came the
fish seller escorted by his whisker-
bearing following.
Mistake" he grumbled laconical-
ly, and producing key he unlocked
the cell of the prisoner.
"a telegram just received" he
condescended to explain, ''tells me
tHat the real Hartman was captured
IL 1onkers. Therefore he looked
wise-''I dee-duce that we have the
wrong Hartman"
With careless glance at the
group, he again left the ramshackly
building.
From now on" said Miss Caprice