The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-01-26

ana went toward the club and Obser-
walton car in the rear. AS he passed
through the sleeper next to him-tf,e
iast one-Harriet Dorne glanced up
at MN and spoke to her father: Dorne
nodded but did not look up.
Inc observation room was nearly
empty The only occupants were n
young woman who was reading a mag
azihe' and an elderly man. Eaton
chose seat as far from these two as
possible
ne had been there only few min
utes' however, when, looking I'D. he
saw Harriet Dorne and Avery enter
the room. They passed him, engaged
IN conversation, and stood by the rear
uoor looking out into the storm. If
was evident to Eaton, although he did
not watch them, that they were argu-
ing something; the girl seemed insist
ent' Avery irritated and unwilling
her manner showed that she won her
point hnally. She seated herself in
one OF the chairs, and Avery left her
ne wandered, as If aimlessly, to the
reading table, turning over the m1ga-
zines there; abandoning them. he
gazed about as if bored; then, with a
wholly casual manner, he came
toward Eaton and took the seat be-
side him.
Rotten weather, isn't it?" Avery
observed somewhat ungraciously.
Eaton could not well avoid a reply.
ITS been getting worse" he com
mented, ever since we left Seattle"
We're running into it, apparently"
Again Avery looked toward Eaton and
waited.
1es-lucky If we get through"
Inc conversation on Avery's part
was patiently forced; and it was
equally forced on Eaton's: neyertbe-
less 1t continued. Avery introduced
the war and other subjects upon which
men, thrown together for a time. are
accustomed to exchange opinions. But
Avery did not do it easily or natu-
rally; he plainly was of the caste
whose pose 1t is to repel, not seek,
overtures toward chance acuuaint-
ance. His lack of practice was per-
fectly obvious when at last he asked
directly: BEG pardon, but. L don't
think l know your name"
Eaton was obliged to give It.
Mines Avery" the other offered
perhaps you heard it when we were
getting our berths assigned"
And again the conversation, enioyed
by neither of them, went on. Finally
the girl at the end of the car rose and
passed them, as though leaving the
car. Avery looked up.
Where are you going, Harry?'
Il think someone ought to be with
Father"
I'll go in just a minute
She had halted almost in front of
them. Avery, hesitating as though he
did not know what he ought to do,
finally arose; and as Eaton observed
that Avery, having introduced him
self, appeared now TO consider it his
duty to present Eaton to Harriet
Dorne, Eaton also arose. Avery muir
INJURED the names. Harriet Dorne.
resting her hand on the back of
Avery's chair, joined in the CONVEX
sation. AS he replied easily and in
terestedly TO a comment of Eaton's,
Avery suddenly reminded her of her
father. After minute, when Avery
still ungracious and still irritated
over something, which Eaton could not
guess-rather abruptly left them, she
took Avery's seat; and Eaton dropped
into his chair beside her.
Now, this whole proceeding-though
within the convention which, forbid
ding girl to make mans acuuaint-
ance directly, says nothing against
her making it through the medium of
another man-had been so unnatu-
rally done that Eaton understood that
Harriet Dorne deliberately had ar
ranged to make his acquaintance, and
that Avery, angry and objecting. had
been overruled.
She seemed to Eaton less aertly
boyish now than she had looked an
hour before when they had boarded
the train. Her cheeks were smoothly
HeI Rather null. her
lashes very long. He could not look
up without looking directly at her. for
her chair, which had not been moved
since Avery left it, was at an angle
with his own.
To avoid the appearance of study
ing her too openly, he turned slightly.
so that his gaze went past her to the
white turmoil outside the windows.
Its wonderful she said, isn't It ?"
you mean the storm?" twinkle
of amusement came TO Eaton's ewes.
at would be more interesting if if
allowed little more to be seen. At
present there is nothing visible but
snow"
SIS that the only way it affects you?
An artist would think OF 1t as a back
ground for contrasts-a thing to
sketch or paint; writer as something
to be written down in words"
Eaton understood She could not
more plainly have asked him what he
was