The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-09-26

ANDERSON saughed. I'm arraid
your Aunt Fanny's heart was stirred
by ancient recollections, Georgia"
you meant she used to be silly
about ki,n?'
"She wasn't considered singular"
said the uncle. "He was-he was
popular. Could you bear question? p
what do you mean. could ]
bear"
81 only wanted to ask: Do you take
this same passionate interest in the
parents of every girl you dance with ?
Perhaps it's a new fashion we old
bachelors ought to take up. Is it the
thing this year to-"
"Oh, go onr' said George, moving
| away. 81 only wanted to know" He
left the sentence unfinished, and
and crossed the room to where girl
sat waiting for his nobility to find
time to fulfill his contract with her
for this dance.
Pardon f. keep wait" he muttered,
as she rose brightly to meet him; and
she seemed pleased that he came at
| all. He danced with her perfunctor-
rily, thinking the while of Mr.. Eugene
Morgan and his daughter. Strangely
| enough his thoughts dwelt more upon
| the father than the daughter, though
George could not possibly have given
q reason-even to himself-fOr this
disturbing preponderance.
By a coincidence, though not an
odd one, the thoughts and converse
ton of Mr.. Eugene Morgan at this
| very time were concerned with
George Anderson Minafer, rather cas-
ually. it is true. Mr.. Morgan had re-
tired to a room set apart for smok
ing, on the second floor, and ha6
found a grizzled gentleman loungine
in solitary possession.
"'Gene Morgan!" this person ex
claimed, rising with great heartiness
81 don't believe you know mel"
"Yes, do. Fred Kinney!' Mr.. Nor
| gan returned with equal friendliness
"Your real face-the one I used tt
know-it's just underneath the ONT
you're masquerading in tonight You
ought to have changed it more If you
wanted a disguise"
Twenty years." said Mr.. Kinney
''It makes some difference in faces
but more in behaviour
SIT does sol" his friend agreed with
explosive emphasis.
| They sat and smoked.
However" Mr.. Morgan remarked
presently, 81 still dance like an In
dian. Don't your
"No. I leave that to my boy Fred
He does the dancing for the family
81 suppose he's upstairs hard a
it?
"No, he's not here" Mr.. Kinney
glanced toward the open door ant
lowered his voice. "He wouldn't come
It seems that couple Of years o.
so ago he had a row with youn!
George Minafer. Fred was presiden
of a literary club they had, and h
said this George Minafer got himself
elected instead, in an overbearin,
sort of way. Freds very bitter abou
his row with George Minafer. III,
says he'd rather burn his foot of
than set 1t inside any Anderson hous'
or any place else where young Geor
gle Is"
th'sDo people like young Minafer gen
orally"
81 don't know about generally
guess he gets plenty of toadying; blu
there's certainly a lot of people tina
are glad to express their opinion!
about him."
whats the matter with him?
"Too much Anderson, I suppose
| for one thing. And for another, hi
mother just fell down and worshipet
him from the day he was born. Ht
thinks he's little tin god on wheel:
and honestly 1t makes some people
weak and sick just to think abou
him! Yet that high-spirited, intelli
| gent woman, Isabel Anderson, actu
ally sits and worships him! You car
hear it In her voice when she speak.
to him or speaks of him. You can SEE
1t in her eyes when she looks at him
My Lord! What does she see whe1
she looks at him?"
| Morgan's odd expression Of genia
apprehension deepened whimsically
"She sees something that we dom
See," he said.
| "What does she see?"
can angel"
Kinney laughed aloud. swell, +
she sees an angel when she looks a
George Minafer she's funnier won
an than I thought she wasw
Perhaps she is" said Morgan. "But
that's what she sees"
"My Lord! It's easy to see you've
only known him an hour or so. Ir
that time have you looked at George
and seen an angelo"