The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1921-10-21

BY VERA I. ROGERS.
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manager-that is, Rida and Lillian
were. Kath was the listening portion
Of the trio. She sat in the bright sun
Light streaming through the broad
window, without blink Of her heavy
lidded sepia-brown eyes. Her dim
pied fingers played lazy tattoo on
the typewriter before her. Once she
turned her head, like a languid sun
flower, toward the twittering pair, and
that was all.
The new man had disappeared for
few moments In the meantime he was
catching it, from the Office.
'.What do you think of him, KathY
"Nifty little goldie-brown mustache,
ell, Kath?'
LET Kath alone. Can't you see she's
asleep-like a sweet Persian tabby in
the sum-"
IA peach! An Adonois, isn't he,
Kath?"
"Adenoids? You've said TT" shouted
"Sour Grapes" from his high stool.
Didn't you just love the way he
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motor goggles?" gurgled Lillian.
Kath Spoke for the first time that
| day:
'Wolf's clothing!" Her tapping pre-
served its steady, lazy rhythm.
"Woof! Woof!' Another "high stool"
took up the cry.
'sThat's not a wolf-it's bear !"
Hes a bear-he's a BEAR" danced
Rida toward the water tank.
'What did you mean by VOLTS cloth
ing, Kath?"
"She meant sheep in VOLTS cloth
! ing. He's a sheep-he's sheep"
warbled "Sour Grapes" saving Kath
an answer.
Every high stool and swivel creaked
under its weight of assiduous attention
to business when Authority returned.
The detail ran smoothly, for the force,
| in spite of spirits overhigh, was a COM
petent one. Sylvester Rand made Wig
orous use of his handkerchief when he
entered. His keen gray eyes were dane
ing as they sought the floor. AS mat
/
/ learned in the space of three minutes
] that he grew on trees, was d Greek god
! and was that most pitiful of objects
a sheep in VOLTS clothing. He stepped
| to Kath's desk.
''Miss Berry, will you remain after 8
this evening. I want to discuss some
! thing" And the office listened to a
man. Kath raised languid eyes, which
had grown little wider, and nodded.
At SIS the company's outer office
door opened and a tall, slender
/ brunette, enveloped in furs, entered.
! Her deep blue eyes, in contrast to her
dark hair. were alive and searching.
1 Her glance fell upon the waiting Kath,
who. dressed for the street, was seated
before her covered up typewriter.
as Mr.. Rand here?' asked the bru-
nette sweetly
The disgruntled one moved languid
! hand toward the inner Office, the door
| of which was slightly ajar.
After a hesitant moment the new
conner seated herself.
i
ner office and walked straight to Kath
without once glancing at the newcomer
"Ahem!'' He drew another desk chair
as close as possible to the one which
! held the sullen one, reached out and
seized one Of her chubby hands in a
firm grip.
"AhemI Now, my dear he be
gan. Kath's heavy-lidded eyes, widened
to their fullest and travelled past his
4 shoulder to the other woman who was
slowly rising from her seat. Then
Rand also turned and looked. Releas-
ing the hand he held he rose to his
feet, turned his back to Kath and faced
the tall, slender one with a copious
wink. In true movie" fashion he
registered his confession and guilt.
"Ah-er-how do you do? Had nc
Then he turned: "Ah-some other
time, Miss Berry" But Kath's
chair was empty. On the street fiool
Rida and Lillian waited. They bounced
upon Kath as she emerged from the
| elevator
/ TEL us-what did he want to see
you about?"
"Girls''-the shaken one was nc
longer chary of speech-'.take it from
me that mans a wolf clear through
if his wife hadn't happened in
Up in the office a pair of young
people had fallen into swivel chairs
weak from laughter.
"A 'peach'--an .Adonis' is one thing
Cousin Sue; but sheep is a bird OF
another complexion That girl doesn't
talk much. which makes her a sort OF
4 oracle around the Office. | may have
to spend the rest of my life here ant
I'm not going to begin as sheep-iI
VOLTS clothing-so staged the little
affair On the spur of the moment
knowing you would be along to hell
me out. Tomorrow, III be an out-and
out wolf The mild Sylvester threw
out his chest, flung on the raccoor
4 coat and pretended to leap savagelJ
at mis- cousin =.
They went out to dinner together
Sue and this boy-man-wolf cousin OF
hers. In the soft glow of the table
lamp her eyes were very gentle, warn
and maternal as she studied him. To
morrow he would be scorned unmerci
fully by the employees of the company
But that was as nothing to being
thought sheep-men were like thai
-. He looked up then and held hel
blushing gaze with masterful eyes.
! This time, Sue. you're going te