The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-06-12

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we'll have to interrupt them. Perhaps
it is Just as well. for your sake" she
said tauntingly.
He grinned, but 1t was a sickly ef-
fort
You're the one to spoil anything of
that Sort" he said, with some as
cerbity.
'1?"
Certainly" he said with so much
meaning in the word that she flushed.
Hetty and Booth came into view at
that instant The painter was laying
a soft, filmy scarf over the girls bare
shoulders as he followed close behind
her.
"Hello!" he cried. catching sight Of
Wrandall. Train late, old chap?
We've been expecting you for the last
hour. How are your"
He came up with a frank, genuine
smile of pleasure on his lips, his hand
extended. Leslie rose to the occasion.
His self-esteem was larger than his
grievance. He shook Booths hand
heartily, almost exuberantly.
Didn't want to disturb you, Bran
dy," he cried, cheerily. Besides, Sara
wouldn't let me-" He then passed on
to Hetty, who had Jagged behind.
Bending low over her hand, he said
something commonplace in a very low
tone, at the same time looking slyly
out of the corner of his eye to see If
Booth was taking it all in. Finding
that his friend was regarding him rath-
er fixedly, he obeyed sudden impulse
and raised the girls slim hand to his
lips. AS suddenly he released her fin
gers and Strengthened up with a look
of surprise in his eyes; he had dis
tinctly heard the agitated catch in her
throat. She was staring at her hand
in stupefied sort of way, holding it
rigid before her eyes for a moment
before thrusting it behind her back
as If 1t were a thing to be shielded
from all scrutiny save her own.
you must not kiss it again, Mr.
Wrandall." she said in low, intense
voice. Then she passed him by and
hurried up the stairs, without so much
as glance over her shoulder.
He blinked in establishment. All of
sudden there swept over him the
unique sensation of shyness-most
unique in him. He had never been
ashamed before in all his life. Now
he was curiously conscious of having
overstepped the bounds, and for the
first time to be shown his place by a
girl. This to him, who had no
scruples about boundary lines.
ALI through luncheon he was vola-
tile and gay. There was bright spot
in his cheek, however, that betrayed
him to Sara, who already suspected
the temper of his thoughts He talked
aeroplaning without cessation, direct
ing most of his conversation to Booth.
yet thrilled with pleasure each time
Hetty laughed at his sallies. He was
beginning to feel like a half baked
schoolboy in her presence, a most de-
plorable state of affairs he had to
admit.
"If you hate the trains so much,
and your automobile is out of whack,
why don't you try volplaning down
from the Metropolitan tower?" de-
manded Booth in response to his lugu-
brious wall against the beastly luck
Of having to go about in railway
coaches with a lot Of red-eyed, nose
blowing people who hadn't got used
to their spring underwear yet
Sinister suggestion, I must say"
he exclaimed You must be eager to
see my life blood scattered all over
creation. But, speaking of volplaning,
I've had three lessons this week Next
week Bronson says I'll be flying like
gull. Cad, it's wonderful. I've had
two tumbles, that's all-little ones.
Of course-net result a barked knee
and peeled elbow"
Watch out you're not flying like
an angel before you get through with
it, Les" cautioned the painter 81 see
that a well-known society leader in
Chicago was killed yesterday"
ooh, love the danger there is in
it" said Wrandall carelessly. That's
what gives zest to the sport"
Il love 1t, too" said Hetty, her eyes
agleam. 'The glorious feel of the
wind as you rush through It! And
yet one seems to be standing perfect
ly still in the air when one Is half a
mile high and going fifty miles an
hour. Oh. it is wonderful, Mr. Wran-
dali"
"I'll take you out In a week or two.
Miss Castleton. II you'll trust your
self with me-
Il will CO." she announced promptly.
Booth frowned. Better wait a
Bit" he counseled. Risky business.
Miss Castleton, flying about with
fiedgelings."
"Oh. come now!" expostulated
Wrandall' with some heat Don't be
a wet blanket, old man"
Il was merely suggesting she'd bet
ter wait till you've got used to your
wings"
Jimmy Van Wickle took his wife
with him the third time up" said Les
lie, as IL that were the last word in
aeroplaning.
TITS common report that she keeps
Jimmy level, no matter where she's
got him." retorted Booth.
"1 dare say Miss Castleton can
hold me level" said Leslie, with a pro-
found bow to her. Cant you, Miss
Castleton?"
She smiled. "Oh, as for that, Mr..
Wrandall, think we can all trust you
to cling pretty closely to your own
level"
Rather ambiguous. that" he re-
marked obviously.
"She means you never get below It,