The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-11-07

dinner, even when George Anderson
returned. Sunday evening was the
time, he explained, for going over the
weeks work with his factory man.
| ayers.
When Lucy came home the autumn
was far enough advanced to smell Of
burning leaves, and for the annual
editorials, in the papers, on the purple
maze, the golden branches, the ruddy
fruit, and the pleasure Of long tramps
IN the brown forest. George had not
heard Of her arrival, and he met her,
on the afternoon following that event,
at the Sharons', where he had gone in
the secret hope that he might hear
something about her. jamie Sharon
had just begun 70 tell him that she
heard Lucy was expected home soon,
after having "a perfectly gorgeous
tlme"-information which George re-
celved with no responsive enthusiasm
when Lucy came demurely in, a
proper little autumn figure in green
and brown.
Her cheeks were flushed and her
dark eyes were bright indeed; evil
dences, as George supposed, of the
excitement incidental to the perfectly
gorgeous time just concluded; though
jamie and Mary Sharon both thought
they were the effect Of Lucys having
seen Georges runabout in front of the
house as she came in. George took on
color, himself, as he rose and nodded
lndiferently; and the hot suffusion to
which he became subject extended it's
area to include his neck and ears.
Nothing could have made him much
more indignant than his consciousness
of these symptoms of the icy indiffer-
ence which it was his purpose not only
to show but to feel.
She kissed her cousins, gave George
her hand, said "How d'you do" and
took a chair beside jamie with COM
posure which augmented Georges in
| dignation.
How d'you do?" he said. 81 trust
that all trust-I do trust"
He stopped, for it seemed to him
that the wocd trust" sounded idiotic.
Then, to cover his awkwardness, he
coughed, and even to his own rosy
ears his cough was ostentatiously a
| false one. Lucy sat silent and the
two Sharon girls leaned forward, star
| ing at him with strained eyes, their
| lips tightly compressed; and both were
but too easily diagnosed as subject to
an agitation which threatened their
self-control. He began again.
Il tr-I hope you have had IA
pleasant time. 1 tr-I hope you are
we'll. I hope you are extremely
hope MISUNDERSTANDING"
II beg your pardon" Lucy said.
George was never more furious; he
| felt that he was making a spectacle
Of HIMSELF" and no young gentleman
in the world was more loath than
George Anderson Minafer to look a
figure Of Jun. And while he stood
there, undeniably such a figure, with
jamie and Mary Sharon threatening to
burst at any moment, If laughter were
longer denied them, Lucy sat looking
at him with her eyebrows delicately
| lifted in casual, polite inquiry. Her
own complete composure was what
most CALLED him.
Nothing of the slightest impor-
lancet" he managed to say. II was
just leaving. Good-afternoon And
| with long strides he reached the door
and hasteleu through the hall; but
| before he closed the door he heard
| from JAMIE and Mary Sharon the out
burst of wild, irrepressible emotion
which his performance had inspired.
He drove home in tumultuous
mood, almost ran down two ladies
who were engaged in absorbing con-
verSation at a crossing. They were
his Aunt Fanny and Mrs. Johnson; a
jerk Of the reins at the last instant
saved them by a few inches; but their
conversation was so interesting that