The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-07-03


Les" he said. 81 only hope you'll
take 1t as nicely IL she says nay to
you"
An uneasy look leaped into Leslie's
face. He seemed noticeably less cor.
pulent about the chest. He wondered
If Booth knew anything about his
initial venture. A question rose to
his lips, but he thought quickly and
held it back. Instead, he glanced at
his watch.
II must be of. See you tomorrow,
1 hope"
80 long," said Booth, stopping at
the top of the steps while his visitor
skipped down to the gate with a
nimbleness that suggested the forma
ton of a sudden resolve.
Leslie did not waste time in part
ing inanities he strobe off briskly in
the direction of home, but not without
a furtive glance out of the tail of his
eye as he disappeared beyond the
hedgerow at the end Of Booths gar
den. That gentleman was standing
where he had left him, and was filling
his pipe once more.
The day was warm, and Leslie was
in a dripping perspiration when he
reached home. He did not enter the
house but made his way direct to the
garage.
Get out the car at once, Brown
was his order.
Three minutes later he was being
driven over the lower road toward
Southlook, taking good care to avoid
Booths place by the matter of a mile
or more. He was in a fever of hope
and eagerness. 1t was very plain to
him why she had refused Booth. The
iron was hot. He didn't intend to
lose any time in striking.
And now we know why he came
again to Sara's In the middle of a
blazing afternoon, instead of waiting
until the more seductive shades OF
night had fallen, when the moon sat
serene in the seat of the Mighty.
He didn't have to wait long for Het.
ty. Up to the instant of her appear.
ance in the door. he had reveled in
the thought that the way was now
paved with roses. But with her en-.
trance, he felt his confidence and
courage slipping. Perhaps that may
explain the abruptness with which he
proceeded to go about the business
in hand.
81 couldn't wait till tonight" he ex.
planned as she came slowly across
the room toward him. She was half.
way to him before he awoke to the
fact that he was standing perfectly
still. Then he started forward, some.
how impelled to meet her at least
halfway. You'll forgive me, Hetty
if I have disturbed you"
II was not lying down, Mr.. Wran.
DALI" she said quietly. There was
nothing ominous in the words, but he
experienced a sudden sensation of
cold. Wont you sit down? Or would
you rather go out to the terrace?"
"It's much more comfortable here,
II you don't mind. IL suppose you
know what it is want to say to you.
You"
YES" she interrupted YEARLY
"and knowing as much, Mr.. Wrandall,
it would not be fair Of me to let
you go on"
mot fair?" he said, in honest amaze
ment "But, my dear, L"
Please, Mr.. Wrandall," she ex-
claimed, with pleading little smile
that would have touched the heart of
anyone but Leslie. Please don't 90
on. 1t is quite as impossible now as
it was before. have not changed"
He could only say. mechanically:
You haven't?"
mo. / am sorry If you have
thought that / might come to"
Think, for heavens sake, think
what you are doing!" he cried, feeling
for the edge Of the table with a-sup-
port-seeking hand. IL had Sara's
word that you were not"
Unfortunately Sara cannot speak
for me In a matter of this kind. Thank
you for the honor you would"
Honor be hanged" he blurted out.
losing his temper. Il love you! It's
Q purely selfish thing with ma. and