The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-05-11
In Search of
Romance
BY RUBY DOUGLAS


90. 1928. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.)
If some one mentioned Gloria it fol-
lowed, as jill did Jack, that some one
else would add the name Of Glenn
Buck. Gloria and Glenn-the names
were inseparable.
aren't you tired to death of being
so prosaically attached to the same
girl?" Gloria asked him one evening
as they sat together before the family
fire doing nothing at all.
Glenn mended the fire before he re-
piled. "Wwhy-no, / don't think So.
What makes you ask, Gloria?"
Gloria laughed. IF hadn't known
the answer before / asked the ques-
ton, l should know it now,' she said.
Didn't you notice how eagerly you
jumped to reassure me that nothing
In which played part could possibly
tire you?" Her sarcasm was obvious.
Glenn caught the point and echoed
her laugh. "We are bit cut and
dried for lovers, I'll admit, but"
But what? You are comfortable
and you don't need to worry about any
one else wanting me. It's habit to go
about with me-nu effort whatever. /
now ! am just girl enough to miss
something. / seem to be having no
romance, none Of the trimmings that
story-book girls have. Frankly, Glenn,
I'm bored with being eternally coupled
off with you. Either you and ! are
going to act a little less like a stereO-
typed married couple or-Pm going to
seek my romance elsewhere"
Glenn looked at her quizzically. He,
himself, man though he was, had be-
gun to be conscious Of lack of thrill
in their companionship.
what would you suggests" he
asked, passing the responsibility of
solution to her.
"Oh, anything but this sitting by
the fire every third evening like Darby
and Joan listening to the monograph,
the radio or mothers knitting needles -
"You have q saving sense Of humor,
anyway, Gloria"
"More than you have Of romance, u
she retorted
Neither of them spoke. Were they
going to quarrel? That was the un-
spoken question in both their minds.
Across the ether, from point many
miles distant, came the strains Of a
violin. The radio apparatus had been
set for a station which was broadcast
ing a wonderful music program. The
great speaker in the far corner of the
room was so placed as to let the finest
notes reach their ears. Someone was
playing Romance" Gloria turned i'm.
patiently in her chair. Glenn seemed
not to be moved even by that marvel
Gus composition. Possibly he did not
know it's name-did not recognize 1t.
"The man who wrote that had 70
nance in his soul and the man who
just played it must have it or he could
not have interpreted it so appealing
ly.'' Z.
That's right" said Glenn.
Gloria looked at him, dispfeasure ir
her glance Thrilling, aren't your
! she asked.
81 enjoyed it, yes; but I'd just as
soon hear Mccormack sing Parted
/ Glenn replied, unmoved by the girls
Impotence.
Hopeless-hopeless," sighed Gloria
The evening wore on, and wher
Glenn said good night Gloria told hin
that she would net be expecting hin
on Thursday.
"No?" he asked, mildly surprised.
"No," she said, shortly. "Good night
Thursday came and went Glori,
had hoped that Glenn would telephon,
! to ask her to reconsider her decision
She missed him, to be sure but sh,
would as soon be lonesome as to b,
bored, she decided.
On Saturday box Of flowers, bear
ing no card, reached Gloria's hands
She suspected Glenn, but it was yer.
unlike him. He had never sent he
roses.
A note in the afternoon mail aske,
her to go down the little valley lam
leading to the country club and be
meath the white birch tree on the lef
of the pathway to look for message
Gloria was thrilled like a schoolgirl
Who but Glenn could have done 1t
And yeti was the last thing sh
could imagine him doing.
Down the lane she went in her littl
runabout. She saw the white bark O
the tree looming up in the distanc
and her heart beat merry tune be
meath her simple sport sweater.
The stones had been placed freshl
against the roots of the tree and sh
removed them to find bit Of paper.
All the time Gloria was feeling lik
story-book heroine, not her rea
self at all. Her cheeks were flushed
her eyes sparkled.
One after another things like thi
happened to her, but she did not ge
message nor word from Glenn him
SELF If these notes, these flowers, thi
candy, these violin records-all tn
anonymous attentions were not fror
him, where did they come from?
81 myself shall be at the white birc
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