The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-10-30

let that go. There are company mat
tiers wish to discuss with you. and
this seems an opportune occasion"
The men regarded each other stead
lily for moment.
Il shall present your invitation"
Mark concluded.
with my compliments" Quinby
amended. "Er-Truitt, who is Mrs
Whiting? The name is not familiar"
"Im sure you never heard of her.
She's trained nurse-a very success
full one, believe. Ill let you know
her answer"
They rose and Mark had the en-
viable distinction of marching with
jeremiah Quinby through the long
dining room, where by this time the
whisper of the great philanthropist's
presence had been happily confirmed.
WELL" said Mark grimly. when he
had found Kazia in their rooms. "you
played audience to good purpose
Quinby has just informed me. with ex-
clamation points, that you are charm
ing woman. well poised woman. az
unusual woman"
She breathed a sigh Of relief. "Thep
he doesn't suspect"
Hes so sure of the truth that he
wouldn't believe his own testimony to
the contrary"
What can we do?"
Exactly nothing but accept his in
vitation to travel in his car to Buffalo
and trust to luck. Flattery and sub
missiveness-he would call them har
| mony-are the way into Quinby's good
| graces."
But Quinby, when the journey had
begun, made no reference to that party
In the woods. His engaging manners
never, said the envious, SO pro
nounced as in the presence of pretty
woman-were displayed in their per-
| lection. Even Marks fears were
lulled.
At first the philanthropist gave him
self almost wholly to Kazia. He showed
her the splendors Of his car, from the
little kitchen, where her expert ad
miration brought grin even to the
pudgy face Of the Japanese cook. unto
| the plaster cast of the ichthyosaurus
Quinbyi conspicuously placed at one
side of the library section.
"Truitt tells me, Mrs. Whiting. that
| you are nurse. A beautiful calling!
| A fitting sphere for woman-woman.
tender minister to suffering!"
"And it pays" Kazia smiled, better
thor, rnnct xynrlr
But not enough. Have you ever
noticed that the most important serv-
ices are always the poorest paid.
| have often wished" Quinby sighed
that it lay in my power to give every
| deserving man and woman the just
| reward earned by their service"
"Ah!" breathed Kazia. that would
be something to do"
Quinby bent benignant smile on
Kazia. Mrs. Whiting, you must leave
me an address. AS it happens. | am
trustee, and 1t may be, an influence
in the Todd hospital. Surely the pro-
| fession of healing offers a woman a
larger-and better paid-field than
mere individual nursing?"
ITO those who are fitted"
you are modest. of course. But
am sure l have not judged you too
generously"
He led Kazia to big cushioned
chair at the observation end of the
car. had the Jap bring magazines and
| the latest novel.
| She lay back in the chair, smiling
| her thanks up to him, as frankly as
| IL she had not suspected secret to
brazen out. The philanthropist smiled
back-and the light in his eyes, as
| they swept the figure beneath them,
was not philanthropy.
His smile became quizzical He
leaned over and patted her hand. "YSr
are a plucky woman. my dear. l have
short memory
He went back to Mark
"Truitt," he began, docs your re-
covered health mean that you are 60
| ing back into harness?"
81 don't know" Mark answered
shortly He had witnessed the tableau
| Just described.
You must get back. You are needed
Have you kept track of our labor sit
| uation?"
mo"
Quinby sketched that situation, With
terseness of which Mark had not
| believed him capable
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