The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-05-09

ing-acquainted them with the fact
that "Mr. Gene had been up from San
Luis Obispo" for two days, waiting for
their arrival. Even as he spoke a
masculine voice uttered a hail from
the floor above and mans figure
appeared on the stairway and ran
quickly down. Cannon gave a care
less look upward.
"Ah there, Gene" he observed, turn
ing to the servant who was helping
him off with his coat. Come up to
town for a spell?"
The young man did not seem to no.
tice anything especially ungracious
in the greeting or probably was used
to 1t.
Eyes, Just up for look around and
to see how you and Rosey were. Got
showed in, didn't you?" he said, look
ing at his sister.
She kissed him affectionately and
drew him to the light where she sub
jected him to a sharp, exploring scru-
tiny. Evidently the survey was sat
isfactory, for she gave him little
slap on the shoulder and said:
Good boy, Gene, San Luis is agree
ing with you. Yes, we were showed
in for nearly three weeks. Papa's been
half crazy. And you've been in town
two days, Prescott says. 1t must have
been dull here all alone"
"Oh, l haven't been dull. I've been
going round seeing the boys and
his sisters sudden, uneasy look
checked him and he answered it with
quick reinsurance Of glance and tone
Everything strictly temperance. Don't
you get uneasy. I've lived up to my
promises. The ranch is mine all right,
father"
He had high, rather throaty voice,
which, without seeing his face, would
have suggested weakness and lack of
purpose. Now as he looked at his
father with slight and somewhat
foolish air of triumph, the old man
responded to his remark with a sound
which resembled grunt of scornful
incredulity.
Really, Gene" said his sister, her
manner Of fond qualification in
marked contrast to her fathers rough.
ness, that's the best news I've heard
for a year. It's worth being showed
up to hear that when you come out
OF course you'll get the ranch. l al
ways knew you would l always knew
you could pull up and be as straight
as anybody If you tried"
The old man, who had been kicking
off his rubbers, here raised his head
with a bull-like movement, and sud
denly roared at the retreating butler
who was vanishing toward the dining
room.
my cigars. Where in hell are they
Why doesn't somebody attend here?'
The servant, with a start of alarm
and a murmured excuse, disappeared
for a moment, to reappear, hurrying
breathlessly with a box of cigars
Cannon selected one and turned tc
the stairway.
How long are you down for?" he
said to his son as he began ascending
II thought week, perhaps two,'
answered the young man. "A fellel
gets darned lonely, down there in the
country"
There, was something apologetic, al
most pleading in his words and way
| Of speech. He looked after his ia
theirs receding figure as If quite OBJ
livious to the rudeness of the large
| retiring back and the manner of care
less scorn.
Make it three said the Bonanza
| King, turning his head slightly ant
throwing the sentence over his shoul
der.
Gene Cannon was now twenty-nint
years of age and had drunk since his
| eighteenth year. His mother had dice
| in ignorance of his vice. When his
father discovered it, it simply aug
mented the old mans impatienc<
against the feeble youth who would
carry on his name and be one of the
| inheritors of his fortune. Bill Can
non had never cared much for his
only son. He had early seen the stuff
of which the boy was made "Doesn'
| amount to hill of BEANS" he would
say, throwing the words at his wife
over the bitten end of his cigar. He
could have forgiven the drinking, as
he could other vices, if Gene had haG
some of his own force, some of thai
driving power which had carried hin
triumphant over friend and foe. Bu
the boy had no initiative, no brains
no energy. How did l ever come tc
| have such a SOM" he queried some
times in an access of disgust in which
the surprise was stronger than the
disgust. The question possessed &