The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-02-13

Freeze-Out, had wooed and won her.
Ii was toward the end OF the meal.
that, looking at the opposite wall. her
glance was caught BY a large clock
10 which she drew her fathers atten-
tioa:
'Haif-past nine, How fashionable
we are! And when are you going to
get us up to Antelope. Mr.. McVeigh"
McVeigh studied the clock ponder
ingly as he felt in his breast pocket
for his toothpick
Well" lie said, "if we leave here
at ten and make good time the hull
way--it's up hill pretty much with
out break-I'll get you there about
midnight"
She made n little grimace.
And 1t will be much colder, won't
it."
Colder n colder. You'll be goin
higher with every step. Anteiopes
on the slope of the Sierra, and you
! can't expect to be warm up there in
the end of January"
IF you hadn't wanted TO come.
said her father, you'd have been
just about getting ready for Mrs. Ry'
ans ball. Isn't this about the magic
hour when you begin TO lay on the
! first layer OF war-paint?"
The girl looked at the clock, nod
ding with a faint, reminiscent smile.
Just about" she said. I'D have
been probably looking at my dress
laid out en- the bed and saying to my
self, Now wonder if it's worth while
getting into that thing and having
all the bother of going to this ball
On the evenings when go out,
there's always n stage when that hap
pens"
McVeigh. with his toothpick in full
| operation, looked at her, admirinG and
half com pretending, for the first time
| feeling himself an outsider. She
caught his eye. read its meaning, and
with the quick tact Of delicate ma
ture. said:
It's Mrs. Cornelius Ryan in San
| Francisco. She has a ball tonight
and | was going, but | came up here
with papa Instead. ] don't care for
balls"
Sort Of late TO be primping up for
a ball." said McVeigh, restoring the
toothpick to his pocket and pushing
back his chair. III so and have a
| look at the horses. And, Governor,
| IL you'll be ready in fifteen minutes
I'll be round at the porch waiting"
Cannon nodded and, as the driver
dumped off over the board floor, said
to his daughter:
Il wonder If Dominick Ryanll be
therc-at the ball. mean. His moth
er's made up her mind not to recog-
ni2e the woman he's married, and to
freeze her out, but wonder If she'll
have the nerve not to ask her to-
night"
Il don't see how she could 10 that,
said the girl. This is one OF the
largest balls ever given in san Fran
cisco. She can't leave her son out
end she couldn't ask him without his
wife
Couldn't she" said the old man
with a narrowing of his eyes and a
knowing wag Of his head. You don't
know Della Ryan. ! do. I've known
hcr forty years, over since she was
first married aud did washing on tho
bacl, porch OF her shanty IN Virginia
city. She was good deal of a WON
an then, strong, brainy woman, and
she's the same to-day, but hard as
nails. I'll bet a hat she hasn't asked
| Dominick's wife 10 that ball"
What do you suppose he'll do?'
asked the daughter, somewhat aghas'
at this glimpse 1T the Ryan family
skeleton.
Don't ask me such conundrums
I'm glad I'm not in it, that's all
know. When two women lock horn;
I'm ready to step quietly down anc
out. never to my knowledge saw
Dominicks wife, but I've heard about
her, and take it she's q pretty hare
kind Of a proposition. They say she
married the boy for money and posi-
ton, and hasn't got either. Della
who has the money, hasn't given then
a cent since the marriage; made I'll
her mind, people say, to force Mrs
DoyniniCk out. She doesn't seem tC
have done it, and | luess it's beer
sort OF aggravating to her. Just the
same I'd like to know If she's hat
the nerve not to send the woman NJ
invitation to the ball. That would b'
pretty tough"
I've never seen either DOminick o.
his wife," said the girl. at seems ode
when | know Mrs. Ryan and Cornell;
so well. But he married the year
came back from Europe. and he's
never been anywhere since. | don
believe he ever goes to his mother
There's Mr.. McVeigh in the doorway
we'd better be going"
Once again in the carriage the!
were soon clear of the last stragglni
shanty. and speeding along the pale
ascending road. The silence tina
held the trio before their arrival q
Rocky Bar again fell on them
Wrapped in overcoats and rugs, Bill
Cannon appeared to slumber, ever,
now and then--a5 the wheels jolte,
over a piece Of rough road-bed--shal.
en- into growing wakefulness. Nc
Weigh also rolled sleepily in his seat
occasionally leaning sidewise TO spi