The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-12-01

then laboring under the effects of par
tial intOxicatiOn.
1 have always liked peculiar peo-
pie: no matter where / met them, no
matter who they were; if once i'm
pressed with an eccentricity of char
acter which 1 have reason to believe
purely unaffected, l never quite for
get the person, name or place Of our
first meeting, or where the interesting
party may be found again. And so it
was In the customary order of things
that, during hasty visits to the city,
often called on the eccentric Mr..
Clark, and, as he had promised on
our first acquaintance, he seemed al
ways glad to see and welcome me in
his new Office. The more knew of
him the more liked him, but l think
1 never fully understood him. No one
seemed to know him quite so well
as that.
Once / had little private talk re-
garding him with the senior partner
of the firm for which he worked. Mr..
Clark, just prior to my call, had gone
to lunch--wOuld be back In half an
hour. Would l wait there in the Of
flee until his return? Certainly. And
the chatty senior entertained me-
Queer fellOw-Mr. Clark las his ia
Their was before him. Used to be
member of the firm-his father; in
fact, founded the business-made a
fortune at it-failed, for an unfOrtu
nate reason, and went ''up the flume."
Paid every dollar that he owed, how
ever, sacrificing the very home that
sheltered his wife and children-but
never rallied. He had quite family,
then? Oh, yes; had family-nOt
large one, but bright One-Only they
all seemed more or less unfortunate.
The father was unfOrtunate-very;
and died so, leaving his wife and two
boys-the older son much like the ia
ther-splendid business capacities, but
lacked will-couldn't resist some
weaker than the father
in that regard, and died at half his
age.
But the younger brOther-Our Mr..
Clark-remained, and he was sterling
goods" in all respects.
Lived with his mOther-was her sole
support. A proud woman, Mrs. Clark
"a proud woman, with a broken spirit
entirely from the world,
and had been so for years and years.
The Clarks, as had been mentioned,
were all peculiar-even the younger
Mr.. Clark, our friend, 1 had doubtless
noticed was an odd genius, but he had
Notwithstanding solid about him,
for all his ccentricities-could be re-
lied on. Had been with the house
there since boy of twelve-took him
for the fathers sake; had never
missed a days time in any line of
work that ever had been given in his
charge-was weakly looking, too. Had
worked his way from the cellar up
from the least pay to the highest
had saved enough to buy and pay for
a comfortable house for his mother
and himself, and, still lad, main
tanned the expense of companion, at
tendant and maid servant for the
mother. Yet, with all this burden on
his shoulders, the boy had worried
through some way, with jolly smile
and u good word for everyone. "a
boy, sir" the enthusiastic senior con-
cluded-"a boy, sir, that never was a
boy, and never had taste of genu-
inc bOyhOOd in his life-nO more than
he ever took taste of whisky, and
you couldn't get that in him with a
funnel!'
At this juncture Mr.. Clark himself
appeared, and in a particularly happy
frame of mind. For an hour the de-
lighted senior and myself sat laughing
at the fellows quaint conceits and
witty sayings, the conversation at last
breaking up with an abrupt PROPOSE
ton from Mr. Clark that 1 remain in
the city overnight and accompany him
to the theater, an invitation l rather
eagerly accepted. Mr.. Clark, thank
ing me, and pivOting himself around
on his high stool, with a mechanical
"GOod afternoon was at once sub
merged in his books, while the senior,
following me out and stepping into
Il carriage that stood waiting for him
at the curb, waved me adieu, and was
driven away. l turned my steps up
the street, but remembering that my
friend had fixed no place to meet me
in the evening, stepped back into the
stOreroom and again pushed open the
glass door of the Office.
Mr.. Clark still sat on the high stool
at his desk, his back toward the door,
and his ledger spread out before him.
"Mr Clark r' l called.
He made no answer.
"Mr. Clark 1 called again, in an
elevated key.
He did not stir.
paused moment, then went over
to him, letting my hand drop lightly
On his arm.
Still no response. / only felt the
shoulder heave, as with long-drawn
quavering sigh, then heard the regu-
lar though labored breathing of a
weary man that slept.
l had not the heart to waken him ;
but lifting the still mOistened pen
from his unconscious fingers, wrote
where / might be found at eight that
evening, folded and addressed the
note, and laying it on the open page
before him, turned quietly away.
Poor mani" 1 unused compassion
ately, with touch of youthful senti-
ment affecting me.-"POOr man
Working himself into his very grave
| and with never a sigh or murmur OF
complaint-worn and weighed down
with the burden of his work, and