The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-08-11
CHAPTER VI-continued.

But though Clarendon Bromfield
had no doubt Of the issue CT his suit,
the friendship Of Beatrice for this fell
low from Arizona stabbed his vanity.
Ii hurt his class pride and his personal
self-esteem that she should take pleas
ure in the mans society. Bee never
had been weII-br0ken to harness. He
set his thin lips tight and resolved
that he would stand no nonsense OF
this sort after they were married. If
she wanted to fiirt 1t would have to be
with some one In their own set.
Beatrice could not understand her
self. She knew that she was behav-
ing rather indiscreetly, though she did
not fathOm the cause of the restless
ness that drove her 20 Clay Lindsay.
The truth is that she was longing for
an escape from the empty life she was
leading, had been seeking one for years
without knowing it. Surely this round
of social frivOiities, the chatter of
these silly women anC SNUG tailor
made men, could not be all there was
10 life. She must have been made
for something better than that
And when she was with Clay she
knew she had been. He gave her a
vision of life through eyes that had
known open, wide spaces, clean, whole
some, and sun-kissed. He stood on his
own feet and did his own thinking.
Simply, with both hands, he took hold
of problems and examined them
stripped of all trimmings. The man
was elemental, but be was keen and
broad-gauged. 1t amazed her one day
e learn that he had read William
James and understood his philosophy
much better than she did.
There was in her mind no intention
whatever Of letting herself do any,
thing so foolish as to marry him. But
there We're moments when the thought
of il had a dreadful fascination for
her. She did not invite such thoughts
TO remain with her.
For she meant to accept Clarendon
Bromfield in her own good time and
make her social position in New York
absolutely secure. She had been In the
fringes too long not to appreciate a
chance to get into the social Holy of
Holes.
A bOw-legged little man In. cheap,
wrinkled suit with a silk kerchief
knotted loosely round his neck stopped
In trent of window where a girl was
selling stamps.
Il wantta see the postmaster"
''Corrid wright Takelvatorthir'doo
left" she said, Just as though it were
two words.
AT thatthe freckled-face little fellow
opened wider his skim-miIk eyes and
his weak mouth. Come again, ma'am,
please"
''Corrid'y'right. Observation-Disclosures
left" she repeated Next"
The inquirer knew as much as he
did before but he lacked the courage
20 ask for an English translation. He
shuffled away from the window and
wandered helplessly, swept up by the
tide of hurrying people that flowed
continuously into the building and
ebbed out of it. From this he was
tossed into backwater that brought
him to another window.
IL wantta see the postmaster of this
burg" he announced again with a
plaintiye whine
what about?" asked the man back
OF the grating.
Important business, amigo. Where's
he at?''
The man directed him to a door upon
which was printed the legend. super
intendent of Complaints
'WeIl. sir! What can l do for you?"
the man behind the big desk snapped.
Il wantta see the postmaster"
"What about?"
Il got important business with him"
-Who are youg
ME, I'm Johnnie Green of the Bin
a-Box ranch. l just drapped in from
Arizona and wantta see the postmas-
ter"
suppose you tell your troubles TO
me-"
Johnnie changed his weight 10 the
other foot. NO. sub. allow to see
the postmaster himself personaEr
Hes busy" explained the official.
HE can't possibly see anybody with
GU, kne~ing his business"
-t's q: tight. Eve lost my pal