The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-05-16

sleigh beside him. She was unques-
tionably pale, pale and listless, her
body wrapped in enveloping furs, sunk
in an attitude of WEAKNESS, her eyes
full of detected reverie. Even to his
blindly-groping. masculine perceptions
her distrait looks. her dispirited ST.
lence, told Of melancholy preoccupa-
ton. She was not happy-his Rose,
who, if she had wanted it and he could
have bought, begged or stolen 1T,
would have had the moon.
Tonight, in her white dress, the
mellow radiance of the lamp throw
ing out her figure against the shadowy
richness Of the dining-room walls. she
bore the same appearance Of despon-
dency. Her luster was dimmed, her
delicate skin had lost its dazzling. sep
arated bloom of pink and white. her
glance was absent and unresponsive.
Never, since the death of her mother,
now ten years back, had he seen her
when it was so obvious that she har-
bored an inner, unexpressed sense OF
trouble.
Il guess the city's the best place for
you," he said "Roughing 1t don't
seem to suit you if cows and chickens
keep you awake all night. I've seen
the time when the hotel at Rocky Bar
would have been considered the top
notch Of luxury. wish you could see
the places your mother lived in when
l first took her up here. You're a
spoiled girl, Rose Cannon"
"Who spoiled me, / wonder?' she
said, looking at him with a CLEAN of
humor in her eyes.
We're not calling names tonight
he answered, anyway, not since
Genes gone. All my desire to throw
things and be ugly vanishes when that
boy gets out. So the noises at Rocky
Bar kept you awaken"
Yes, and l was wakeful, anyway
She looked down at her cup. stir
ring her coffee. He thought she ap-
peared conscious and said:
What made you wakeful, guilty
conscience?"
Guilty conscience!" she repeated
in a tone that was full Of indignant
surprise. why should have guilty
conscience"
Lord knows! Don't fire of these
conundrums at me. l don't know all
your secrets. honey"
She did not answer. He glanced
furtively at her and saw that her face
had flushed. He took cigar from
the box the butler had set at his ell
bow and bit off the end.
How should l know the secrets OF
a young lady like you? A long time
ago, perhaps, l used to, after your
mother died and you were my little
Rosey, fourteen years old. Lord, how
cunning you were then! Just begin,
ming to lengthen out, little woman
and little girl, both in one. You
didn't have secrets in those days or
wakeful nights either"
He applied match to the end of
the cigar and drew at it, his ears
strained for his daughters reply. She
again made none and he shot a quick
SldnC6 DIT U6E. one was SIlIl
her coffee, her eyebrows drawn to,
gether, her eyes on the swirl Of brown
in the cup. He settled himself in his
chair, a bulky figure, his clothes
ribbed with creases, his head low be-
tween his shoulders, and a reek OF
cigar smoke issuing from his lips
How'd you like it up there, any,
way?"
up where?"
up at Antelope. 1t was sort OF
strange, new experience for you"
ooh, liked it so much loved part
of it. liked the people much better
than the people down here, Mrs. Per
ley, and Cora, and Perley, and Will
loughby-did you ever know a nicer
man than Willoughby?-and Judge
Washburne. He was a real gentle
man, not only in his manners but
down in his heart. And even Perleys
boy, he was so natural and awkward
and honest. l felt different from what
| do here, more myself, less as IL out.