The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-05-29

for the life of me l can't place her.
Perhaps in a crowded street, or the
theater, or railway train-just a
fleeting glimpse, you know. But in
any event l got lasting impression
Queer things like that happen. don't
you think SOP"
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward ano
spoke to Leslie. AS he turned, she
handed him the envelope. without
comment.
Great Scott" he exclaimed.
"Mr. Booth is a mind reader" she
explained. "He has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy"
Booth understood, and grtnned.
You don't mean to say" began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. Upon my word. it's a
wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn't
know you'd ever met her"
MET herr" cried Booth, an amiable
conspirator. 1--WE never met her"
See here, don't try anything like
that on me. How could you do this
If you've never seen"
"He is a mind reader" cried Sara.
Haven't you been thinking of her
steadily for-well, We'll say ten min.
utes" demanded Booth.
Leslie Redeemed. "Nonsense!"
That's a mental telepathy sketch. y
said the artist, complacently.
when did you do that?"
'tThis instant, you might say. See!
Here Is the crayon point. l always
carry one around with me for just
such"
"All right" said Leslie blandly, al
the same time putting the envelope in
his own pocket; well let it go al
that. If you're SO clever at mind pic
lures you can go to work and make
another for yourself. l mean to keep
this one"
II say" began Booth, dismayed.
"Ones thoughts are his own" said
the happy possessor of the sketch. He
turned his back on them.
Sara was contrite. "He will never
give it up" she lamented.
els he really hard hit?" asked Bootf
in surprise.
81 wonder" unused Sara.
"Of course he's welcome to the
sketch, confound him."
Would you like to paint herr"
els this a commission"
Hardly. I know her, that's all
She is a very dear friend"
"My heart is set on painting SONS
one else, Mrs. Wrandall."
"Oh!"
when l know you better I'll tell
you who she is"
Gould you make sketch OF this
other one from memory" she asked
lightly.
II think so. I'll show you one this
evening. I have my trusty crayor
about me always, as said before"
Later in the afternoon Booth came
face to face with Hetty. He was de-
scending the stairs and met her com
ing up. The sun streamed in through
the tall windows at the turn in the
stairs, shining full in her uplifted face
as she approached him from below
He could not repress the start OF
Amusement. She was carrying q box
of roses in her arms-red roses whose
stems protruded far beyond the end
of the pasteboard box and reeked OF
fragrant dampness.
She gave him shy, startled smile
as she passed. He had stopped to
make room for her on the turn. Some
what dazed, he continued on his way
down the steps, to suddenly remember
with a twinge of dismay that he had
not returned her polite smile, but had
stared at her with most unblinkine
fervor. In no little shame and EN-
barrassment he sent swift glance
over his shoulder. She was walking
close to the banister rail on the floor
above. AS he glanced up their eyes
met, for she too had turned to peer
Leslie Wrandall was standing neal
the foot of the stairs. There was an
eager, exalted look in his face that
slowly gave way to well-assumed un
concern as his friend came upon him
and grasped his arm.
(TO BE CONTINUED)