The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1921-03-18

black, close-set eyes, surmising that
without a public scene there could be
no escaping the interview he de-
handed.
She shrugged, and in silence led on
out to the sidewalk Her car was
waiting across the way. Seeing her,
the chauffeur pulled round to the
curb.
Mr.. Chilvers slipped gallant hand
under her arm to help her in, but be-
fore he could follow Priscilla pulled
the door to. Immediately his manner
changed. Scarlet with anger, he laid
a hand on the ledge of the window.
whats the big idea?" he demand
ed. you ought to know better than
to think you can gyp me without a
struggle"
"There will be no struggle" Pris-
ella replied quietly, talking from the
window. .'You see, for reasons of
my own, day before yesterday. /
chose to let you think me somebody
who am not. These reasons no
longer exist. let you believe was
Leonora," Priscilla explained coldly,
because wanted to shield her"
"Oh. no doubt, no doubtP
'But my motive doesn't matter.
Leonora died yesterday. So there's
no more need of my pretending. One
moment, pleasew She forestalled a
threatened interruption. 'Listen to
me! I am not Leonora. My name
is Priscilla Maine. I have lived all
my life in New York, in the Park ave-
nue. house which belonged to my
father. Should We ever meet again.
don't presume on the acquaintance I
have permitted you to claim but which
Is now closed. And before you threat
en- me again, let me advise you to find
out the truth about Priscilla Maine"
She put her finger on the telephone
button.
''Let go Of the door, please" she
said, looking calmly into his Infatuated
eyes. "Will you oblige me? Or shall
send my chauffeur to ask the police
man over there to step this way for
a momentY
Mr.. Chilvers opened his mouth, but
shut it without speech. A second at
tempt was more successful.
eff you think you can put it over
on me like this-r
But Priscilla was already speaking
into the telephone:
"All right, Arthur; to the studio.
please"
The car swept forward SO suddenly
that Mr.. Chilvers was almost dragged
off his feet before he remembered to
loose his hold.
Satisfied that she had seen the last
of him-he would hardly find sec
ond opportunity to annoy her that
day, or neglect to make the inquiries
she had advised and tomorrow
would see her well beyond his reach,
in Southampton--she sank back in her
seat and once more delivered up body
and mind and soul to melancholy.
At the mouth of the alley she dis
missed the car. "Mrs. Trowbridge
will use you for the rest of the after
! noon,' she told Arthur. 'I'll call a
taxi to take me home when I'm ready"
Her business in the studio proved
more exacting and fatiguing than she
had anticipated. Weary to start with,
| she worked steadily, needless Of the
passage of time. 1t was something
past six, when pausing to survey the
result Of her labors, she discovered
there was little more to do. At once
she realized her WEAKNESS like drag.
ging weight, and felt that it would be
utterly impossible to continue before
she had rested for little.
| The invitation Of the divan proved
too tempting. She lay down, signing
Sleep possessed her without any
| warning, without an instant's
CTo BE CoNTINUED)