The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-03-21


more than / might study
them under different circumstances.
The great wooden hall had it's
transient and unsubstantial char
acter stamped on every bare wood
en- joist and unclinched nail. 1t
was CANDY with flags and bunting and
cheap portraits. There were tin ban
nerettes crookedly marshaled on the
Goor, to indicate the homes of the
different states. A few delegates,
doubtless new to the business and
over-Zealous, were already on the
floor. but none of the principals were
visible. They were perspiring and ar
guing In those committee rooms, those
hotel Hobbies and crowded hotel
rooms where the real business of the
convention was already done and neat
ly prepared for presentation to the
nation. had nothing to keep me from
studying my neighbors. In front of
me sat two people who had occupied
the same seats at every session that
was present, young girl and an old
man. The girl wore the omnipresent
shirtwaist (of pretty blue and white
tints, with snowy cuffs and collar)
and her green straw hat was decked
with blue corn-fiowers, from which
inferred that she had an eye on the
fashions. Her black hair was thick
and glossy under the green straw.
thought that she had graceful neck
1t was very white. Whittier than her
face, which kept a touch of sunburn,
as if she We're often out in the open
air. Somehow | concluded that she
was shop-girl and rode wheel. If
were wrong it is not likely that shall
ever know.
The old man / taNcied, was not so
old as he looked; his delicate, haggard
profile may have owed it's sunken
lines and the dim eye to sickness
rather than to years. He wore the
heavy broadcloth of the rural poll
tician, and his coat sagged over his
narrow chest as if he had left his
waistcoat at home. On his coat lapel
were four old-fashioned Blaine badges.
necessarily he famed himself.
st can't be they amt going to
nomina te him today?' he asked rath-
er than asserted, his voice breaking
on the higher notes, the mere wreck
of a voice
"Oh, maybe later" the girl reas-
sured him.
well, | wanted to attend Repub-
lican convention once more before |
died. Your ma would have it | wasn't
strong enough; but l knew better;
you and l knew better; didn't we,
jenny"
She made no answer except to pat
his thin, ribbed brown hand with her
soft, white, slim one; but there was a
world of sympathy in the gesture and
her silent smile.
Il wonder what your ma said when
she came downstairs and found the
letter, and us gone," he cackled with
the garrulous glee of child recount
ing successful mischief; made me
think of the times when you was lit
tie and l stole you away for the cir
Gus. Once, your pa thought you was
lost-'member? And once, you had on
your school dress and you'd tore it
she did scold you that time But we
had fun when they used to let me
have money, didn't we, jenny"
We'll, now l earn money, we have
good times, too, grandpa" said Jenny.
smiling the same tender, comprehend
ing smile.
I'VE do that; l don't know what l
would do 'cept for you, lambie, and
this is-this is grand time, Jenny,
you look and listen; it's a great thing
to see a nation making it's principles
and its president-and such a presi-
dent"
He half turned his head as he
spoke, with mounting enthusiasm,
thus bringing his flushing face and
eager eyes-no longer dim-into the
focus Of his next neighbours bright
gray eyes. The neighbor was young
man, not. very young, but hardly to
be called elderly, of an alert bearing
and kindly smile.
Il think him a pretty fair man my
SELF" said the other with a jocose un-
reinstatement; Il come from his
town."
What was there in such a simple
statement to bring distinctly anxious
look into the young girls soft eyes?
There it was; one could not mistake
it.
Welt said the old man; there
was fiattering Difference in his
voice. well, well. And-and maybe
you've seen him lately?" The quaver-
ing tones sharpened with keener
feeling; it was almost as if the man
were inquiring for some one on whom
he had a great stake of affection.
How did he look? Was he better,
stronger"
oh, he looked elegant" said the
Ohio man, easily, but with a discon-
certed side glance at the girl whose
eyes were imploring him.
I've been a Blaine man ever since
ne was run the time Bob Ingersoll
nominated him." said the old man,
VINO sighed as II relieved. 81 was at
that convention and heard the
speech"
All, that was a speech to hear"
said a man behind, and two or three
men edged their heads nearer.
The old Republican Strengthened
his bent shoulders, his winter-stung
features softened and warmed at the
manifestation OF interest. his voice