The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-04-17

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Would you mind taking q little note
up there for me?'
"a MOTEL / said, putting on my
toppiest air. I don't think the house
would permit it. You can call a bell
boy from here. and he'll take it up
HE fidgeted again. and the more
he fidgeted and the redder he got the
more liked him.
You see, it's this way he ex-
planned. There's two ladies up there,
and want the younger one to get the
note without the older one seeing it.
Then he got SO red l began to feel
real motherly toward him. He reached
in his pocket and pulled out roll of
bills big enough to stuff Teddy bear.
Smother that, young man., said.
Once in a while l like to do per-
sonal favor just to jolly myself along
that me hearts in the right place. l
tell you what you do. You scratch
off your note and give it to me, and
I'll think about what l ought to do
on the way up. I'll be gone from three
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you be here?'
Would he! If felt as certain OF
going to heaven as l was that this
young man would be right there when
! got back, I'd never worry about my
conduct as long as live.
My! l do love to see plot thick
en-, and when I got up to two-o-two
you couldn't scratch this one with an
installment solitaire; for there was
the girl with the complexion that
wouldn't come off, and she was pref
tier in a kimono than she had been in
her grand opera summers! Her mother
was there, too, and when ! came in
they were in a gab-fest up to their
pompadours, and blowing and paving
for shore so hard they never noticed
me but went right on. Anyhow. you're
supposed to wear blinkers and ear
cotton around hotel, so l went dead
and got busy. The girl stopped long
enough to give me real human smile
as she gave me her nails to do, and
then she said:
but, mother, just think! Mr. Pas
say is older than father would have
been at this time!'
Mr.. Passay is young in everything
but years. her mother came back, in
that dead level tone of voice the hard
hearted father uses in the Bowery
thrillers. He is reaping the reward.
in his splendid preservation, OF
clean, Christian life. He is a gentle
man, he is wealthy, and can give you
social position. Why, child, he is the
leading member of the famous Passay
family, first cousin to the Wander
cashes, connected by marriage with
the Whiteners. He's devoted to you,
and all his daughters are grown up
and out of the way
Yes, and they'd all take great
pleasure in calling me mother!" OBJ
jected the girl.
They wouldn't dare show their
faces near yours when they said it,
snapped her mother; besides you
could stand that for few years.
That's the trouble said the girl.
He'd never die. He's proved that al
ready. won't have him, mother, and
that settles it,
You're an ungrateful child.
Grace!' walled the mother. You'd
rather have that young adventurer
that forbade to bother US any more.
You have no proper pride at ALL
'Adventurer!' said Grace, and
liked the way her eyes snapped. Mr..
Hardy has a fifty-thousand dollar
ranch, and nice little house in a
nice little city near by, and money in
the bank. And he made it all himself.
His social, position is good enough for
me. It's better than fathers was when
you married.
We'll, the old lady began to drip at
the eyes right away. Her daughter
was ungrateful-again. She had no
proper pride-again. She was for
getting a solemn obligation. Her father
on his very deathbed had told Grace
to mind her mother, and what was she
doing now? And the old lady retired
to the bath room for first aid to the
weepers, scared purple for fear her
eyes would show red at lunch.
by that time your Aunt Bessie had
her mind made up good and plenty
what to do.
This Mr.. Hardy l guessed, put
little finger nail 1 ever saw. If he's
a young man with two shoulders and
several white teeth, think he's down
in the barber shop right this minute,
spelling his finger nails, waiting till
l come back. See If his names on
this and I slipped her the note.
Say, she lit up like Belasco SUM-
rise!
~ didn't know he was here she
said, but it wasn't to me she said it,
and she just fairly ate that note with
out salt or pepper.
cannot write note just now she
said, but to please send up his card
to mother and me right after lunch
con. I'll see that he's received
You'll win.' l told her. I've got
bet on YOU
When l told Hardy the stunt that
was cut out for him he turned the
color of his collar and got perfectly
limp.
Cheer up I said. The returns
are not all in yet, and If there's any
way your Aunt Bessie can help stuff
the ballot boxes. all her other engage
ments are OFF,
THAT night b e was waiting to walk
out to the car with me, and beamiilg
like a cuStard pie He simnly had IN