The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-08-29

across the bypass above the gate, as
the closing of the Inflated gate with
the flashboards was no longer possible.
A rock-fill was the only means of
closure. In the distant quarries men
were digging out rock to fill. the call
from the river.
Marshall came down to see the COM
pleted spur. Before he reached the
intake, the first rock train had moved
onto the spur track. The trestle had
settled, the train had been thrown
from the rails and wrecked.
Marshall came in from the damaged
trestle, bringing Richard and Crothers.
Mrs. Marshall had invited lines Har-
din to dine with them. Innes fell to
flushing, and chilling, as lithe-mus-
cled figure came directly to her. His
eyes-where was the look she had
feared, of possessive tenderness? The
quizzical CLEAN was gone. On guard
A solemn business. loving, when you
know that it means-life! On guard,
though, to her! She pulled her fin
gers from his strong lingering clasp,
ana joined Mrs. Marshall.
Richard had his soldier look on. She
was watching him covertly as he
talked with his host and CrotherS, as
though she were not there; as though
something were not waiting for him to
claim. How could he be talking, OBJ
livious of everything else in the world
except the river? Was that-loving?
Gould she think of anything else when
he was in the same room with her?
He was soldier of the modern army.
1t came to her, sort of tender divi-
nation, that he would not divide his
thoughts, even with her, with love, un-
til his battle was won. Well, couldn't
she understand that? What her accu-
sation against Gerty? Sex honor
keep off the track! Wasn't that her
own notion? Oughtn't she to be proud
of him?
She had brought nest of waspish
thoughts tumbling about her ears.
Gerry! He had loved Gerty. He
couldn't love her, if his thoughts had
ever fingered, with that same serious
ly solemn look on the false little face
of her sister-in-law.
After dinner they were standing in
the shade of the Palmyra. 1t was a
soft still afternoon. The fierceness of
the savage desert had melted to her
days of lure. Beyond, the turbid wa
tiers of the Colorado bore a smiling sur
face. There was nothing to hint of
treachery.
1t was minute Of pleasant lassi-
tude, snatched from the turmoil. Rick
ard had succumbed to the softness of
the day and his mood. He was enjoy
ing the thought of lines nearness,
though she kept her face turned from
him. He knew by the persistence of
those averted eyes that she was as
acutely conscious of his presence IS he
was, restfully, of hers. Deliberately,
he was prolonging the instant.
A stir on the river had caught the
alert eye of Tod Marshall. He swore
a string of picturesque Marshallian
oaths. Richards eyes jumped toward
the bypass. The placid waters had
suddenly buckled. MajestKally the
gate rose and went out. Months of
work swept away! The gate drifted
q hundred feet or more. Some unseen
obstruction caught it there, to mock
at the labors of man.
Innes, aghast, turned toward Rick
ard. His face was expressionless.
There was a babel of excited voices
behind them, Bodefeldt, MacLean,
Tony, Crothers, Bangs, all talking at
once. Her eyes demanded something
of Richard. A fierce resentment rose
against his calmness. "He knew it,"
she rebelled. He's been expecting
this to happen. It's no tragedy to
him. There was stab as of physi-
cal pain; she was visualizing the blow
| to Tom.
She heard Marshalrs voice, speak
ing to Richard. well, you're ready