The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1920-08-20

of Sequoia, is coming up to dine and
discuss some business affairs with me
afterward; so II you don't mind, my
dear, suppose you call young Cardigan
up and ask him to defer his visit until
some later date"
Certainly, uncle. What perfectly
marvellous roses! How did you sue.
coed in growing them, Uncle SethY
He smiled sourly. 81 didn't raise
Them" he replied 'That half-breed
Indian that drives John Cardigan's
car brought them around about an
hour ago. along with card. There
it is, beside your plate"
She blushed ever so slightly. Il
suppose Bryce Cardigan is indicating
himself" she murmured as she with
drew the card from the envelope. AS
she had surmised, it was Bryce Cardi-
gan's. Colonel Pennington was the
proprietor OF a similar surmise.
East work, Shirley" he murmured
banteringly. 81 wonder what he'll
oCuu Sou 1ol iuhIICoh. Will
pickles, probably"
She pretended to be very busy with
the roses, and not to have heard
him.
Shirley, left alone at the breakfast
table, picked idly at the preserved figs
the owlish butler set before her.
Vaguely she wondered at her uncle's
apparent hostility to the Cardigans;
she was as vaguely troubled in the
knowledge that until she should succeed
In graduating this hostility, it must
inevitably act as a bar to the further
progress of her friendship with Bryce
Cardigan. And she told herself she
did not want to lose that friendship.
She wasn't the least bit in love with
him albeit she realized he was rather
loyable. And lastly he was good, de-
voted son and was susceptible of
development into congenial and
wholly acceptable comrade to young
lady absolutely hacking lin other means
of amusement. 5. III
She finished her breakfast in
thoughtful silence; then she went to
the telephone and called up Bryce
He recognized her voice instantly and
called her name before she had oppor-
tunity to announce her identity.
THANK you so much for the beauti-
full roses, Mr.. Cardigan" she began.
'I'm glad you liked them. Nobody
picks flowers out of our garden, you
know. used to, but I'll be too busy
hereafter to bother with the garden
By the way, Miss Sumner, does your
uncle own carp
II believe he does-a little old rat
tletrap which he drives himself"
"Then I'll send George over with
the Napier this afternoon. You might
care to take a spin out into the sur
rounding country. By the way, Miss
Sumner, you are to consider George
and that car as your personal prop
erty. I fear you're going TO find
Sequoia dull place; so whenever you
wish to go for ride, just call me up,
and I'll have George report to you"
"But think of all the expensive gaso-
line and tires!'
"Oh, but you mustn't look at things
from that angle after you cross the
Rocky mountains on your way west.
What are you going to do this after
noon?"
S. don't know. 1 haven't thought
that far ahead"
s'For some real sport would sug-
gest that you motor up to Laguna
Grande. That's Spanish for Big La
COON, you know. Take rod with
you. There are some land-locked sal
mon in the lagoon.
"But haven't any rod"
I'll send you over good one"
'But have nobody to teach me
how to use it." she limited daringly.
81 appreciate that compliment" he
flashed back at her. ''but unfortunate
" my holidays are over Tor a long,