The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-07-18

with extended hand.
This is an unexpected pleasure"
he said. 'How is the ankle progress
ing?
well enough" she returned, "but
1T gets tired as the day wears on.
am just resting bit"
There was a moment of somewhat
embarrassed silence.
THAT is a good-sized rock" he sug-
gested, at length.
Eyes, isn't It? And here in the shade,
at that"
She did not invite him with words,
but she gave her body slight hitch
as though to make room, although
there was enough already. He sat down
without comment.
Not unlike rock I remember up
In the foothills" he remarked, after
silence.
"Oh, you remember that7 1t was
like this, wasn't it?"
Same two people sitting on It."
Yes"
"Not like this, though"
mo. You're mean. You
know 1 didn't intend to fall asleep"
"Of course not. Still.
His voice fingered on 1t as though 1t
were delightful remembrance.
She found herself holding one of her
hands in the other. She could feel the
pressure of Transley's ring on her
palm, and she held it tighter still.
Riding anywhere in PARTICULAR" he
inquired.
mo. Just incoming" She looked up
at him again, this time at close quar-
tiers. 1t was a quick, bright flash on
his face-a moment only.
why mooningT'
She did not answer. Looking down
in the water he met her gaze there.
You're troubled!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, mol My-my ankle hurts a
little"
He looked at her alphabetically.
"But not that much" ne said.
She gave a forced little laugh.
"What a mind reader you arel Can
you tell my fortuneT'
81 should have to read 1t In your
hand"
She would have extended her hand,
but for Transley's ring.
'No. No. You'll have to
read 1t in-in the stars"
"Then look at me-" She did so, In
nocently.-
81 cannot read it there" he said,
after his long gaze had begun to whip
the color to her cheeks. "There Is no
answer"
She turned again to the water, and
after long while she heard his voice,
very low and earnest
zen, could read fortune for you,
If you would not be offended. We are
only chance acQuaintances-not very
well acquainted. yet"
She knew what he meant, but she
pretended she did not. Even In that
moment something came to her of
Transley's speech about love being
game of pretense. Very well, she
would play the game-this once.
81 don't see how / could be offended
at your reading my fortune" she MUIR
INJURED.
"Then this is the fortune I would
read for you" he said boldly. 81 see
young man, a rather foolish young
man, perhaps, by ordinary standards,
and yet one who has found great
deal of happiness in his simple, uncon-
ventional life. Until short time ago
he felt that life could give him all the
happiness that was worth having. He
had health, strength, hours of work
and hours of pleasure, the fields, the
hills, the mountains, the sky-all
Gods open places to live in and enjoy.
He thought there was nothing more.
swell, then he found, all of a sud-
den, that there was something more
everything more. He made that dis
covery on calm autumn night, when
fire had blackened all the foothills and
still ran in dancing red ribbons over
their distant crests. That night q
great thing-two great things-came
into his life. First was something he
gave. Not very much, indeed, but typi-
cal of all II might be. 1t was service
And next was something he received
something so wonderful he did not nm.
derstand it then, and does not under
stand it yet. 1t was trust These were
things he had been leaving largely out
of his life. and suddenly he discovered
how empty 1t was. / think there Is
one word for both these things, and. il
may be- for even more. You known
81 know" she said. and her voice
was scarcely audible.
"But it is your fortune I AN to
read,' he corrected himself. at has
been your fortune to open that new
world to me. That can never be I'M
done--those gates can never e closed
mo matter where the paths may
lead. Those two paths go down to the
future-as all paths must-even as
this road leads away through the val
ley 10 the sunset. Zen-if only, like
this road, they could run side by side