The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-04-04
CHAPTER ~.
Out of Nioht and Storm.


When Rose Cannon woke on the
morning after her arrival at Antelope,
"a memory of the snowfiakes of the
evening before made her jump out of
bed and patter barefooted to the win
dow. 1t seemed to her it would be
lots of fun" to be showed up at An
telope, and when she saw only a thin
covering of white on the hotel garden
and the diminishing perspective of
roofs, she drew her mouth into gri-
mace Of disappointment.
With hunched-up shoulders, her
hands tucked under her arms, she
stood looking out, her breath blur,
ring the pane in dissolving film of
smoke. 1t was a cold little world.
Below her the garden-the summer
pride of Perley's Hotel-lay a sere,
withered waste, its shrubs stiff in the
grip of the cold. The powdering of
snow on it's frost-bitten leaves and
grizzled grass added to it's air OF
bleakness. Beyond rose the shingled
roofs of Antelope's main street Rose
standing gazing up, wondered if her
father would go on to Greenhide, the
new camp twenty miles from Ante.
lope, where an important strike had
recently been made.
Half an hour later when they met
at breakfast he told her he would not
leave for Greenhide that morning
Perley had warned him not to at
tempt it, and he for his part knew the
country we'll enough to realize that
it would be foolhardy to start under
such threatening sky. 1t would be
all right to stop over at Antelope till
the weather made up it's mind what
1t meant to do. 1t might not be fun
for her. but then he had warned her
before they left San Francisco that
she would have to put up with rough
accommodations and unaccustomed
discomforts.
Rose laughed. Her father did not
understand that the roughness and
novelty of 1t all was what she en-
joyed He was already a man of
means when she was born, and she
had known nothing of the hardships
and privations through which he and
her mother had struggled up to for
tune. Rocky Bar the night before and
Antelope this morning were her first
glimpses of the mining region over
which the pioneers had swarmed in
'49. Bill Cannon, only a lad in his
teens among them.
Perley's warnings of bad weather
were soon verified. Early in the aft
ernoon the idle, occasional snow
flakes had begun to fall thickly, with
a soft, persistent steadiness of pur-
pose
At four o'clock, Willoughby, the
Englishman who had charge of the
shutdown Bella X. mine, came, but
ting head down against the wind, a
group of dogs at his heels, to claim
the hospitality of the hotel His
Waterman, an old timer, had advised
him to seek a shelter better stored
with provisions than the Office build
ing Of the Bella X. Willoughby, whose
accent and manner had proclaimed
him as one of high distinction before
it was known in Antelope that he
was some relation to a lord" was
made welcome in the bar. His four
red setter dogs, shut out from that
hospitable retreat by the swing doo9,
grouped around it and stared expect
antly, each shout from within being
answered by them with plaintive and
ingratiating whines.
The afternoon was still young when
the day began to darken. Rose Can
non, who had been sitting in the par
lor, dreaming over fire Of logs, went