The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1915-10-01

Old Cadman Green knew everybody
an town. Those whom he did not
know were not, in his opinion, worth
knowing; and his friends agreed with
him before his face. Behind his back
they voted him an amusing old bore.
But it was the thing to think as Cad
man Green thought, for he had the
tradition of distinction, acquired
through bluff and brass, perhaps. but
held tenaciously and acknowledged.
Green was maintaining his reputa-
tion in the same way as that in which
he had acquired it.
you see that woman in the car
riage?" he inquired. Second Mrs.
Percevale. Artists model before Per-
cevale married her, and had little
scandal all her own in the home town.
Well, she's-hellol"
This time Cadman Green contended
himself with whistle, and, as he
whistled, most of his friends whistled
too.
William Wright with his pretty
The person in question, seated in
his automobile beside decidedly pref
ty young woman, passed under the
club windows, and the car, after speed
ing short way farther, turned off in
the direction Of a respectable but
modest suburb
What do you think of that?" de.
manded Green. Wright and a lady
friend, and seeing her home through
the town in broad daylight! And
live underneath him!"
He burst into chuckle and slapped
his fat leg, while the others exchanged
smiles and mods.
Their servant told our girl that
Mrs. Wright is Internally jealous
of her husband" continued Green. 81
wonder-I wonder what she would say
ST she could see that?"
He glanced about him. He had kept
up his reputation among his peers
Now the news must be spread It was
too good to retain. Green did not
wish Wright any harm, but he felt
that the joke was on him, and he
wanted Mrs. Green to agree with him
By the time he reached the apart
ment house he was bursting with the
news. Dinner was ready, and he held
1t only through the soup, indulging in
tae joys of anticipation until he could
bear them no longer.
Il saw an interesting sight today
he said, with an affectation of casual
ness
What was that, Cadman?" inquired
his wife.
only our friend upstairs, Willie
Wright. speeding through the town in
his new auto, with his pretty stenog
rapher Right under our club win
dows, Lizzie, and then out toward
Dotsboro. You don't happen tC
know If the woman lives in Dotsboro
do you?"
''For goodness sake, Cadman, how
should l know? Do you suppose
have time to inquire the residence o.
Mr. Wright's stenographer?"
well. guess it's Dotsboro al
right" said Cadman Green.
The maid, who was waiting for hin
to take his arms off the table before
setting down the roast listened with
an air of judicial impassivity. The
Greens knew that their girl was &
model of discretion, and did not hest
tate to discuss anything in front o.
her. And, until the meal was ended
Margaret maintained her own reputa
ton.
When the Greens were ensconced il
their living room Margaret gathered
the pile of dishes near the kitchen
sink and shut all the connecting doors
Then she called up the dumbwaiter
Mae! Is that you. Mae?"
Hello, Margaret! Say, I'm mighty
tired tonight They're only just get
ting ready to sit down to dinner. Mr.
Wright was late, as usual. I'm abou
tired Of this job. l think I'll move
next month"
81 guess could tell somebody where
Wright spent the afternoon. If cared
to. Say. listen, Mae!"
81 can't, Margaret. She's calm,
me-"
"Just a minute. Listen! Wrigh
was joy-riding through the town witt
his stenographer in his auto, as loving