The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-05-01


few steps forward. Blinded by the
lights, she bent her head and shielded
her eyes with her hand the better to
glimpse the occupant Of the car.
Are you looking for me?" she cried
out shrilly. at the same time spread
ing her arms as II In surrender. II
was almost wall.
Mrs. Wrandall caught her breath.
Her heart began to beat once more.
who are you? What do you want?"
she cried out. without knowing what
she said.
The girl started. She had rot ex-
pected to hear the voice of woman.
She staggered to the side of the road.
out Of the line of light
II beg your pardon" she cried
1t was like wall of disappointment
II am sorry to have stopped YOU"
Come here. commanded the other.
still staring.
The unsteady figure advanced. Halt
ing beside the car, she leaned across
the spare tires and gazed into the
eyes Of the driver. Their faces were
not more than foot apart, their eyes
were narrowed in tense scrutiny.
What do you want?" repeated Mrs.
Wrandall, her voice hoarse and trem-
ulous.
81 am looking for an inn. It must
be near by. do"
"An inn?" with start.
81 do not recall the name. 1t is not
far from village, in the hills"
do you mean Burton's?"
Eyes. That's it. Can you direct
me?" The voice of the girl was faint;
she seemed about to fall.
1T is six or eight miles from here, -
said Mrs. Wrandall, still looking in
wonder at the miserable night-farer.
The girls head sank; a moan of de-
spair came through her lips, ending in
sob.
$50 far as that?" she murmured.
Then she drew herself up with fine
show of resolution. But l must not
stop here. Thank you
"Wait!" cried the other. The girl
turned to her once more. Isis it
a matter of life or death?"
There was a long silence. Eyes. l
must find my way there. 1t is-death."
Sara Wrandall laid her heavily
gloved hand on the slim fingers that
touched the tire.
Listen to me-" she said, a shrill
note of resolve ringing in her voice.
Il am going to New York. Won't
you let me take you with me?"
The girl drew back, wonder and ap-
prehension struggling for the mastery
of her eyes.
"But 1 am bound the other way. To
the inn. l must go on"
Come with me-" said Sara Wrandall
firmly. you must not go back there.
I know what has happened there.
Come! will take care of you. You
must not go to the inn"
you know" faltered the girl.
Eyes. You poor thing!" There was
infinite pity in her voice.
The ,irl laid her head on her arms.
Mrs. Wrandall sat above her, look
ing down, held mute by warning emo
tions. The impossible had come to
pass. L H0 gil lOl Whoh ZIG "hO'S
world would be searching in day or
two, had stepped out of the unknown
and, by the most whimsical jest OF
fate. into the custody Of the one per-
son most interested of all in that self
same world. 1t was unbelievable. She
wondered IL it were not a dream. or
the hallucination of an overweight
mind. Spurred by the sudden doubt
a. to the reality of the object before
her, she stretched out her hand and
touched the girls shoulder.
Instantly she looked up. Her nm
gers sought the friendly hand and
clasped it tightly.
ooh, If you will only take me to the
city with you! If you only give me
the chance" she cried hoarsely. Il
don't know what impulse was driv-
ing me back there. l only know |
could not help myself. You really