The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-10-03


opening her eyes wide. With slow
steps they walked side by side, shoul-
der to shoulder, four hands clasped.
Fran's great dark eyes were set fixed
ly upon space as they solemnly pa
raded beneath the watchful moon. AS
Abbott watched her, the witchery of
the night stole into his blood.
The last plank was crossed. "Now!"
Fran cried breathlessly, what did you
wish?" Her body was quivering, her
face glowing.
THAT l might succeed" Abbott an.
swered.
"Oh!" said Fran my! That was
like cold breath. Just wishing to
be great, and famous, and useful, and
rich!"
Abbott laughed as light-heartedly as
if the road were not calling him away
from solitudes. well, what did you
wish, Franz
THAT you might always be my
friend, while we're together, and after
we part"
''It doesn't take a new bridge to
make that come true" he declared
She looked at him solemnly. do
you understand the responsibilities OF
being a friend? A friend has to as.
sumo obligations, just as when a mans
elected to Office, he must represent his
party and his platform"
"Tll stand for you'll" Abbott cried
earnestly.
Twill you? Then I'm going to tell
you all about myself-ready to be sur
prised? Friends ought to know each
other. In the first place, am eighteen
years old, and in the second place
am a professional lion-trainer, and in
the third place my father is-bul
friends don't have to know each 9th
er's fathers. Besides, maybe that's
enough to start with"
YES" SAID Abbott, "it is He
| paused, but she could not guess his
emotions, for his face showed moth
ing but sort of darkness. Il should
like to take this up seriatim. You tell
me you are eighteen years old?"
And have had lots OF expert
ence."
Your lion-training; has it been theo
retical Or
"Mercenary," Fran responded; real
| ions, real bars, real spectators, rea!
pay days" .....
But, Fran said Abbott helplessly,
81 don't understand"
But you're going to, before I'm
done with you. tell you, I'm show
girl, lion-trainer, jungler. I'm the
famous Fran Nonpareil, and ny can
nival company has showed in most OF
the towns and cities of the United
States. It's when I'm in my blue silks
and gold stars and crimson sashes
kissing my hands to the audience, that
I'm the real princess"
Abbott was unable to analyze his
was to hide his perplexity. He had
always treated her as if she were old
er than the town supposed, hence the
revelation of her age did not SO much
matter; but lion-training was so re-
mote from conventions that it seemed
in way almost uncanny 1t seemed
to isolate Fran, to set her coldly apart
from the people of his world.
Pm going home" Fran said abb
ruptly.
He followed her mechanically. too
absorbed in her revelation to think of
the cards left forgotten on the bridge.
From their scene of good wishes, Fran
went first, head erect, arms swinging
defiantly; Abbott followed, not know.
| ing in the least what to say, or even
what to think.
The moon had not been laughing at
them long, before Fran looked back
over her shoulder and said, as if he
had spoken, "Still, I'd like for you to
know about it,
He quickened his step to regain her
side, but was oppressed by an odd
sense of the abnormal.
Although" she added indistinctIy
sit doesn't matter"
They walked on in silence until, aft
ter prolonged hesitation, he told her
quietly that he would like to hear all
she felt disposed to tell.
She looked at him steadily: Can
you dilute a few words with the water
i of your imagination, to cover life?
| I'll speak the words, if you have the
imagination"
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