The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-07-28

"Come in," she ordered again, lit
tie sharply.
He came In and she closed the door.
I'm sopping wet. I'll drip all over
the floor"
what are you going to (iof You'll
be arrested, you know" She stood
straight and slim as boy, and the
frank directness of her gaze had a
boys sexless Inconsistencies.
There came to them from outside
the tap-tap-tap-tap of policeman's
night stick rafting on the curbstone.
He's calling help"
, 81 can explain how II happened"
mo. He wouldn't understand. They'd
find you guilty."
To a manservant standing In the
background the young woman spoke.
Jenkins, have Nora clean up the floor
and the steps outside. And remember
Il don't want the police to know this
gentleman is here"
Eyes, miss
Comet" said the girl to her guest.
Clay followed his hostess to the
stairs and went up them with her, but
he went protesting, though with a
chuckle of mirth. HE sure ruined my
clothes a heap. 1 amt fit to be seen"
The suit he had been so proud Of
was shrinking so that his arms and
legs stuck out like signposts. The
color had run and left the goods a
peculiar bilious-looking overall blue.
She Lit gas-log in a small library
den.
"Just q minute, please"
She stepped briskiy from the room.
In her manner was crisp decision, in
her poise a trim gallantry that won
him instantly.
III bet she'd do to ride WITH he
idiOm.
When she came back IL was to take
him to a dressing room. A complete
change of clothing was laid out for
him on couch. A man whom Clay
recognized as a valet-he had seen his
duplicate in the moving-picture thea
tiers at Tucson-was there to supply
his needs and attend to the tempera-
ture of his bath.
Stevens will look after you," she
said; when you are ready come back
to dads den."
His eyes followed to the door her
resilient step. Once, when he was a
boy, he had seen Ada Rehan play in
''As You Like It." Her acting had en-
tranced lin. This girl carried him
back to that hour. She was boyish as
Rosalind, woman in every motion of
her slim and lissOm body.
At the head Of the stairway she
paused. Jenkins was moving hurriediy
up to meet her.
Its a policeman, miss. 'E's come
and 'e's talkin' to Nora on the steps.
She's a-jollyin' i'm, as you might say,
miss"
His you mistress moulded. She
swept the hall with the eye of a gen.
eral. Swiftly she changed the position
of Turkish rug so as to hide spot
on the polished floor that had been
recently scrubbed and was still moist.
Then she opened the door and saun-
tered out
''Does the officer want something,
NoraT" she asked innocently, switch
Ing the end Of crop against her rid
ing-boots.
"Yes. miss. There's been a ruffian
batin' up Swedes an tyin' 'em to posts.
This officer thinks he came here" ex-
planned Nora.
"Does he want to look in the house?'
Eyes, miss"
"Then let kim come In" The young
mistress took the responsibility on her
own shoulders. She led the police
man into the hall. II don't really see
how he could have got In here without
some Of US seeing him, officer"
mo, ma'am. don't see how he
could" The patrolman scratched his
red head. 'The janitors a Swede,
anyhow. He jist gIessed it. 1 came
to make sure av it. I'll be sorry fer
troubling yuh, miss"