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

| do get swell attention in lobster pal
ace"
Inspector MCGEE, in his dinner coat
and his diamonds, sat in the preferred
corner farthest from the music. Rosa
lie. reigning opposite in two thousand
dollars worth of diamonds, eight hun
dred dollars worth of clothes, three
hundred dollars worth of massage.
and hundred dollars worth of hair
| dressing and hat, followed with smiling
| eyes wave of agitation which ran
from waiter to waiter until it broke at
/ the door, in spray of Italian-Swiss-
French gestures. against the head wait
er and majordomo. The lady with In
spector MCGEE, the lady whom he
brought regularly-so an excited wait
er-captain explained to his chief-had
complained of a tainted clam. 1t was
frightful, terrific. the head waiter re-
piled. Some one must suffer. Inspec-
| tor MCGEE might never come again.
Some morning after hours the bar
would be raided. Mache! Academic!
When MCGEE had condescended to
| accept apologies, he resumed to Rosa
| lie:
Il don't even have to pay for my
New Years eve table reservations.
That's what 1t is-being a cop!"
Resale dropped her pink right hand
on her pinker left one, and fell to
playing with new diamond solitaire
that dimmed for size and luster all her
other jewels. Her dimples threw back
! an answering flash.
Enjoy it while you can, Marty"
she said. ut won't be long"
Even yet, Inspector MCGEE reflected.
Rosalie LIE Grange had surprises for
him. He did not realize, for he was no
seer of the future, that she would be
giving him just such surprises all his
life long.
whats new with you this time"
he inquired, smiling indulgently.
"Sothin' with me-" replied Rosalie,
"only I'm breakin' the news to you.
Inspector is as high up as a policeman
can get. Your days on the force are
numbered, Martin MCGEE. An I
haven't made up my mind yet" she
added, dimpling now not on the dia-
monds, but on him, whether to make
you Democratic boss of the state SEN
ate. or just leader of Tammany hall"
That day was raw November, with
a wet sticky suggestion of rain in the
air. From the colonial piazza where
Constance stood, waiting, the grounds
rolled away cold and naked to the
great double gate. A cluster of bare
elms hid the farther reaches of the
walk from her view. He who was COM
ing would approach unobserved until
he was almost upon her In the whirl
and perturbation of her spirit, she
found herself thankful for that. What
ever happened, 1t would come sudden
ly.
Rosalie LIE Grange and every one
else most vitality concerned in the
Wade-HSnska case had considered 1t
best that she, the too-romantic heroine
of these events, should be in hiding
when Lawrence Wade came out of the
slider the ewspapers-always the
newspapers, with their photographers,
their special writer's, their insistence
on the human interest" features of
the celebrated case. So even before
Captain MCGEE flashed to the head
quarters reporters that Margarita Pc
rez, detained in the criminal ward at
Bellevue hospital, was the solvent of
the Hanska case, Rosalie removed her
secretly to this friendly country place
near Arden. Days followed in which
the reporters tracked Lawrence Wade
at all hours in order to discover him in
the act of meeting Constance. In that
period he scarcely dared write. lest
the address on an envelope might be-
tray her whereabouts. Now, in the
general march of events, the interest
in the Hanska case had become dull.
And today, in this very hour, he was
coming-wfth what message on his
lips?
In the distance sounded the whistle
of locomotive. column Of white
smoke rose above the bare trees. She
glanced at the watch on her wrist.
This was his train. IN FIVE minutes he
would emerge ID view from behind
that clump Of trses. In five minutes,
she would know.
Was it honor with him-or was it
something else? How far he would 60
for honor's sake, she knew best of all.
It was like him to refuse the conscla-
ton of her love at time when ten
der from him might mean only shame
for her. But did he love her still? Sup
pose that she had become to him only
the incarnate symbol of his trouble?
Suppose that the thought of her. now,
only renewed those meditations on
shameful death which must have
haunted his nights in prison? Such