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

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his hand he bore heavy travelling
bag and, without noticing the porter's
presence, he made his way across the
| dusty street to the "Parlor Saloon"
A heavy Mexican stirred in his sleep
on bench by the doorway as he en-
tered, and the barkeep mOpped the
| flies and stale beer from the counter.
Young Ellis walked to the sink, and;
setting his valise in the corner, turned
the faucet. No water came and he
| walked indifferently to the front Of
the saloon. The young man, nervous,
from dissipation, stood absently fun,
bling his last silver dollar in his
pocket.
A sharp-eyed man, coatless, entered
from the rear, and, casting a glance
at the welldressed stranger, stepped
behind one of the gaming tables, and.
removing the faded cover, began toy
| ing with the stacks of chips with
| feigned aimlessness. Ellis knew he
would play his last dollar. He was
but waiting with gamblers instinct
for the propitious moment when he
found himself listening to a group
about one of the drinking tables. 4
heavy jowled Mexican sat stupidity
turning large beer glass with a
| hand bearing brass ring like a
dog collar; next him sat poor Mex
lean dandy with repulsive smile
a girl sat drinking at the table with
them, her back to Ellis.
He turned away. Chips" he said,
laying his dollar on the roulette table
AS he did SO, young girl passed the
window, and Ellis, startled, involun-
tarily followed her with eye.
So good, SO pure, SO noble a face
he had not seen for years; and the
contrast with the surroundings of the
saloon impressed the young man with
| a deep sense of shame for his situa-
ton.
The croupier gathered in the chips
here and there and stacked the win
nings on the lucky number. The ball
was flying over the wheel like some
Gagged thing when the youth moved
the stack to thirty-fve He won. He
played the black; he played the ends
two for one. His winnings grew at
every play. The loungers gathered
about envious, silent, intent. Black
or red-it was the same, and the
stack of his winnings grew steadily.
''Do you wish to raise the price OF
the game? You are lucky"
Ellis raised his eyes at the gam.
bler's voice and was about to make
reply when, glancing through the open
window again, he saw the young girl
"Pippa Passes" he said reverentIy.
FLOWS that" said the gambler.
"Cash them" said Ellis, showing
the chips across the table.
"Nanita," called an angry voice.
Come on, give me the two dollars
But she was pushing through the
crowd toward Ellis and the stack Of
bright silver he was slowly pocketing.
She was at his elbow when he turned
Il brought you luck" she said.
"Come, let's have a drink"
With feeling of deep disgust, he
was about to press coin into her
palm, when something in her appear.
! ance arrested him. With a heavy
hand he turned her face into his, and
she looked wildly into his eyes.
"You!" she gasped.
Trembling with agitation, he drew
her out through the door. The voice
of her Mexican lover high in impreca,
ton floated after them, as, not know
ing how. her new friend supported
the shrinking girl to bench,
Prudence! Prudence! Can it be
your"
They sat in silence, the girl dry
eyed and rebellious
Prudence" he said, when he wa
able to speak, did you see that little
old-fashioned girl pass the Window
81 hate her, | hate her!" cried the
fallen girl.
"She reminded me strangely Of you
Prudence, when we were children tC
gether, back there on the old Che
pang. Have you forgotten how hap
PLY you tripped about the quiet ole
village; how demurely you sat in
church between your stern old uncle
and your kind aunt? Have you nc
memory Of the old scenes, the ole
life, the old friends. They are longing
for you. Let me send you home"
The girl was weeping silently. Thai
night, as the train that sped eastward
was carrying back to the fold one who
had strayed afar off, and as off to the
south with new purposes in his heert
Staunch ERis turned his face, little
maiden in the western junction town
innocent as is the wayside tlowei
of the influence of it's life, knelt b.!
her bed and thanked God that ali
well with the world.
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