The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-11-21

again, and turned toward the interior
of the room.
why, Georgie!"
She came, leaned over from behind
him, and there was faint, exquisite
door as from distant apple blossoms
as she kissed his cheek. Dear,
waited lunch almost an hour for you,
put you didn't come! Did you lunch
out somewhereY
Yes" He did not look up from the
book.
Did you have plenty to eat?"
EYES,"
A tinkling bell was audible. and she
moved to the doorway. into the hall.
I'm going out driving, dear. T."
She interrupted herself to address the
housemaid, who was passing through
the hall: II think it's Mr.. Morgan,
Mary. Tell him I'll be there at once"
Eyes, ma'am."
Mary returned. "'Twas a peddler,
ma'am"
Another one?" Isabel said, sur
prised. II thought you said it was a
peddler when the bell rang a little
while. ago."
"Mister George said it was, ma'am !;
he went to the door," Mary informed
her, disappearing.
There seem to be great many of
them," Isabel unused. "What did
yours want to sell, George"
"He didn't say"
"You must have cut him off short ~
she laughed; and then, still standing
in the doorway, she noticed the big
silver frame upon the table beside
him, Gracious, Georgie!' she exclaim-
ed. "You have been investingp' and
as she came across the room for a
closer view, "Ts it's 1t Lucy?" she
asked half timidly, half archly. But
the next instant she saw whose like
ness was thus set forth in elegiac
splendor-and she was silent, except
for long, just-audible "Oh!"
He neither looked up nor moved.
"That was nice Of you, George"
she said, in low voice presently. 81
ought to have had it framed, myself,
when / gave it to you"
He said nothing and, standing be-
side him, she put her hand gently up
on his shoulder, then as gently with
drew it, and went out Of the room.
But she did not go upstairs; he heard
the faint rustic of her dress in the
hall, and then the sound Of her foot
steps in the reception ROOM" After
a time, silence succeeded even these
slight tokens of her presence; where
upon George rose and went warily in
to the hall, taking cafe to make no
noise, and he obtained an oblique view
of her through the open double doors
of the reception room" She was sit
ting in the chair which he had occu-
pied so long; and she was looking
out of the window expectantly-a lit
tie troubled.
He went back to the library, waited
IN interminable half hour, then re-
turned noiselessly to the same position
in the hall, where he could see her.
She was still sitting patiently by the
window.
Waiting for that man, was she?
Well, it might be quite long wait
And the grim George silently assembled
the stairs to his own room, and began
to pace his suffering floor.
He left his door open, however, and
when he heard the front door bell
ring, by and by, he went half way
down the stairs and stood to listen.
He was not much afraid that Nor
gan would return, but he wished to
make sure.
Mary appeared in the hall below
him, but, after a glance toward the
front of the house, turned back, and
withdrew. Evidently Isabel had gone
to the door. Then a murmur was
heard, and George Amberson's voice,
quick and serious: 81 want to talk
to you, Isabel and another
murmur; then Isabel and her brother
passed the foot of the broad, dark
stairway, but did not look up. and
remained unconscious Of the watchful
presence above them.
For q time all that George could
hear was the indistinct sound of his
uncle's voice: what he was saying
could not be surmised. though the
troubled brotherliness of his tone was
evident. He seemed to be explaining
something at considerable length, and
there were moments when he paused,
and George guessed that his mother
was speaking, but her voice must have
been very low, for it was entirely in
audible to him.
Suddenly he did hear her. Through
the heavy doors her outcry came,
clear and loud:
/ ooh, mol"
1t was cry of protest, as IL some
thing her brother told her must be un-
true, or, if it were true, the fact he
stated must be undone; and it was a
sound Of sheer pain.
Another sound of pain, close to
George, followed it; this was a vehe-
ment shifting which broke out lust
above him, and, looking up, he saw
Fanny Minafer on the landing, lean
ing over the banisters and applying
her handkerchief to her eyes and
nose.
81 can guess what that was about"
she whispered huskily. "He's just
told her what you did to Eugene!
George gave her a dark look over
his shoulder. "You go on back to
your room!" he said; and he began to
descend the stairs; but Fanny, guess
ing his purpose. rushed down and
caught his arm, OBTAINING him.