The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-03-21

deeply Sympathetic. Mrs. henderson
| didn't see how she could endure the
| suspense of knowing her husband
might be- killed any day. ANY, day.
absolutely And Fridays! She hoped
Mr.. Burns never had to fly on Friday
She got a thrill, too. from the do
| nestle intimacies one place suggested.
1t consisted of sitting-room with
double bed in an alcove, bathroom,
| and closet equipped as kitchenette.
She almost hired the place outright.
| and she left with strong intimation
that she would do so, If 1t weren't
| taken in the meantime, within a day
or two. Things couldn't go on as they
were at home much longer, anyhow.
Mightn't she as well make an end of
that intolerable situation now as later?
But she found on reaching home
about six o'clock that this decision
! had already been taken out of her
hands. The look in Anson's face when
he met her in the hall told her that
something unprecedented had hap
pened.
"Father home YETI" she asked. with
an affected carelessness which didn't
sound just right. Her heart, for some
incomprehensible reason. had come
up into her throat.
HE was brought home. MISS" An
son said, reproachfully. Around
eleven o'clock this morning, in an am
bulance. He'd been in an accident"
She was bewildered by this news.
In the first flash 1t seemed unfair,
sweeping her own concerns off the
boards. as it did. so summarily. Hes
in bed, suppose" she Interrupted.
"Pll go to him. l can see him, can't
II" Some involuntary significance of
dissent on Anson's part was what
made her ask that last question.
He said, Certainly, Miss" but she
waited for him to explain his reluc-
lance. "You may not find him quite
himself" he warned her, and added
that the Doctors orders were strict
against any excitement.
Well, of course, Arson knew the
sort of terms she'd been on with her
| father lately.
The pillows were packed behind
him so that he half reclined, his head
| was incased in bandages, his left fore
arm lay across his chest in splints !;
there was a strong hospital-like smell
in the room, of iodoform or something
of the sort. All this she was prepared
for-and instantly thrust aside as un-
! important. What engrossed and fright
ened her was the way he was looking
at her as If her. appearance bewildered
him, as if he found it -unaccoi. ntable.
She said, in answer to its seeming
question, Don't you know me, Dad?
It's Tiki
"Of course I know you," he an
swered, petulantly, and thickly-as IL
his tongue were swollen. "I'm not out
Of my head. What made you think
was? Arson been talking?"
at was just the way you looked at
me-" she said, shakily, and then went
to him. ooh, Dad, I'm so sorryl" she
cried.
81 didn't know, of course. ! just
came in this minute. haven't heard
yet what happened, or how. Are you
we'll enough to tell me?"
Instead Of answering her question
he asked one of his own. Where you
been all day, Trix?" For moment
his look pinned her fast; then it
wavered away and left her.
Nowhere much" she answered.
shopping for while, and then just
wandering around. There didn't seem
to be any special point in coming
home"
"AloneY he asked.
She found herself crying as she an
swered yes. When she'd wiped her
tears and controlled her voice, she
| elaborated. Absolutely alone, Dad.
/, All day. haven't spoken to person
knew since 1 left you this morning
There wasn't anybody I knew to talk
to. Dad, it's true! You do trust me
| as much as that, don't your"
He shook his head, but it wasn't,
she thought, so much in dissent as in
perplexity; as If she'd thrown him
| back upon some puzzle of his own.
The expression was lost in the twfnge
of pain the movement cost him. poor
Dad, you must lie STILL" she admon-
ished him, gently. "Tell me what hap
pened to you"
(To BE coNTINUED.)