The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1918-04-12

"They are waiting supper for US,
she told him irrelevantly.
He did not shout out his happiness
and tell her to let them walt. For
Gordon, too, felt awed at this wonder
full adventure of love that had befai-
len them. 1t was enough for him that
they were moving side by side, alone
in the deep SHOWS and the biting cold,
that waves of emotion crashed through
his pulses when his swinging hand
touched hers.
They were acutely conscious of each
other. Excitement burned In the eyes
that turned to swift, reluctant
meetings She was woman. and he
was her lover. Neither of them dared
quite accept the fact yet, but 1t filled
the background of all their thoughts
with delight.
Sheba did not want to talk of this
new, amazing thing that had come into
her life. 1t was too sacred subject
TO discuss just yet even with him. SO
she began to tell him odd fancies from
childhood that fingered in her Celtic
heart, tales Of the '1ittle folk" that
were half memories and half imagin-
ings. stirred to life by some old asso-
citation of sky and stars. She laughed
softly at herself as she told them, but
Gordon did not laugh at her.
Everything she did was for him d.
vinely done. Even when his eyes were
on the dark trail ahead he saw only
the dusky loveliness Of curved cheek,
the face luminous with radiance
some women are never privileged to
know, the rhythm of head and body
and slender legs that was part of her
individual heaven-sent charm.
The rest finished supper before Cor
don and Sheba reached camp, but Mrs
Olson had hot meal Waiting for them
81 fixed up the tent for the women
folks-stove, sleeping bags, plenty OF
| wood. Touch match to the fire and
it'll be snug as bug in rug" ex
planned saltwater to Gordon.
Elliot and Sheba were to start early
for Kusiak and later the rescue party
would arrive to take care of Holt anC
Mrs. Olson.
"Time to turn in," Holt advised
"You better light that stove, Elliot
The young man was still in the tent
arranging the sleeping bags when She
ba entered. He tried to walk out with
out touching her, intending to cal
back his goodnight. But he could no
do it. There was something fancy
about her tonight that went to hi:
head. Her tender, tremulous little
smile and the turn of her buoyan
| little head stirred in him a lover.
rhapsody.
"It's to be long trail we cover to
morrow, Sheba. You must sleep. Coco
night"
"Good night-Gordon."
There was a little flash of audacity
in the whimsical twist Of her mouth
1t was the first time she had evel
called him by his given name.
Elliot threw away prudence ant
caught her by the hands.
my dear-my dear!" he cried.
She trembled to his kiss, gave her
self to his embrace with innocent pas
sion. Tendrils of hair, fine as silk
brushed his cheeks and sent strang
thrills through him.
They talked the incoherent Language
of lovers that is compounded of muir
murs, and silences and the touch o
lips and the meetings Of eyes. Their
were to be other nights in their live
as rich in memories as this, but neve
another with quite the same delight.
Presently Sheba reminded him wit
a smile of the long trail he had men
toned. Mrs. Olson hustled into the tent
and her presence stressed the point.
"Good night, neighbors," Gordon
called back from outside the tent.
! Sheba's "Good night" echoed softl
| back to him.
/ The girl fell asleep to the sound o
the light breeze slapping the tent an
to the doleful bowling of the huskies.