The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-12-07
The Corllandts Of Washington Square

beauty In the lllC OI his Hedu, anu III
the wistful lines Of his jaw. He re-
called wildly the little boy she had
known; he brought her childhood be-
fore her, and it became momentarily
a vital part Of her life. She smiled
TREMENDOUSLY into his lit eyes, and he
started violently. Lost in his dream,
he had forgotten all about her.
"You care very much, don't your
she asked gently.
He laughed, with sudden harshness.
bilious, 1 suppose; I'm determined to
get out of the kind of life I've lived.
I'm going to work hard enough to
earn the right to have other men work
for me, and then I'll do something big.
If this war had come ten years
later, do you think I'd have been pri-
vate? No-Pd have QUILTED COM
pany and gone in captain, like your
Renneslyer. In the ranks!
I'm going to get out of the ranks, do
you hear me-clear out, In front of
'em"
hot" AIMS voice was cool, but her
gray eyes rested softly on him. She
liked the fine sweep of his ambition.
81 WONDER" she said, what I'll be
doing, while you're getting rich and
powerful"
Peter broke off in mid-fiight; his
look of inspiration suddenly dropped,
and his eyes were hungry as they
searched her face. "Oh," he said,
you'll be marrying some lucky man."
II suppose so.' Her voice was in
different; the prospect seemed re-
mote.
| Peter talked no more that after
noon instead, he lay very still, watch
ing Ann with somber eyes.
When the invalid began to get about,
Fanny and Ann drove with him around
the city, showing him the places Of
agement of them, in comparison with
the extraordinary frontier phenomena
of Chicago. Fanny, innately a New
Yorker, remained tranquil under these
disclosures, and turned plying smile
upon the provincial young man, but
her best to follow her friends lead,
was unable to stif1e a faint suspicion
that there might possibly be something
In what Peter said. She knew, how
ever, that the thought was unworthy
of her.
| fc nj fc in, hD
summertime" Fanny said one day
"It would be nice If you could have an
opportunity to hear one, now that you
are in New York"
"Oh, I've heard opera in Chicago,
Peter assured her. 1.-The year before
the war, we had four different com
panies, couple of weeks each one.
went once, to La Somnambula.'
didn't like it, though; I'll have to adj
NIT that. 1t was at Metropolitan hall
You've nothing finer than that in New
York-at least, not much finer"
But 1t made no difference what he
said, Fanny was imperyious.
One afternoon just before he LEFT
Washington square, Ann and Peter
drove alone; the day was sultry, sc
they decided to go to Battery park IL
search of a sea breeze. They were
both trifie uplifted at getting rid OF
Fanny's determined loquaciousness
but without her they were rather 81
lent as they drove through the miles
Of arid streets, lined with conserva
tive houses. Now and then the cir
pointed out the dwelling Of a friend
but for the most part they lay Ian
guidly back against the cushions; un
der her wide hat brim AIMS eye.
were dark-shadowed, and Peters face
was white, above his close brown
beard. 1t was really very hot.
At the park entrance Peter insisted
that they get out. and walk over to tn,
shore. Ann protested little, smil
, ingly, but finally she lifted he
founced and Powered muslin clear o
the wheels, climbed down the precari
: Gus folding steps of the barouche ant
, allowed him to lead her across tn,
, strip of lawn to where the river flowe,
' magnificently past them to the near-b.
, sea. A faint breeze from the oceal
drifted tentatively over to them. nov
and then, and Ann shifted it delight
. edly
Delicious" she said. "Let's 81
f here for a while" Peter found her al
! iron chair. and he sprawled at he