The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-09-12
WHEN GREEK
MEETS CREEK
By HAROLD ROWLAND

testify. How stupid it was to travel
alone! How dull the people who wait
ed for trains always looked! Why
didn't some nice masculine thing
breeze up and hail her with Hello,
Nancy Lee, are you going to the Mar
Wins too?" Why couldn't she ever
have any luck?
Like that fellow just ahead of her.
How nice to have somebody come
along and at least say good-by cheer
fully. She listened enviously.
Hello, Billy Boiler! Helen made
me bring you her love. One of the kids
was sick-Jinks, l believer she'd
have come herself. She wanted to
send you a kiss, but said that I'd be
fried in oil before I'd kiss man good
by in the Grand Central, even for the
best sister-in-law that a man ever
made the mistake of not marrying
himself So all you'll get from me is
a warning.
Her discomfort had lost one of its
edge as she settled into her seat after
depositing her neat suitcase, with the
bold initials IN. L." on it's end, in the
rack above. Pickles and poison pie!
Suddenly she turned with start.
The rather nice voice was saying, II
beg your pardon, but is it possible that
you are Norah LangT
AS she looked into the not bad-look-
ing face the provocative little smile
that flickered about her eyes would
have cleaned to any of the masculine
bits of wreckage that strewed the
shores of her brief but, glorious past
like the red lamp of danger.
A firm little hand went out toward
him.
"Why, Billy Bolter, what are you
doing here? Won't you sit DOWN."
For a moment the mouth in the not
bad-looking face opened namely. Then
it closed in a firm line and Billy Boil
ter sat down.
How did you know who 1 WASP"
said the girl. Had Helen told you
about me? Poor Helen! It's hard on
her having links so sick If it weren't
for Frank l don't know what she'd do.
| Do you?'
mo, don't" admitted the rather
nice voice. "Of course there's Bob.
AS husband he's not bad"
Husbands don't count" asserted
the'girl. They're too-too- married,
aren't they?
"Then you don't want a husband, I
judges" said Billy, tentatively.
"Of course / dol" retorted the girl.
How else could a girl get brother
in-law like Frank?"
us that all you would want hus-
band for?" The question sounded
trifle anxious.
"What would you want wife for?"
the girl countered. COR don't you
want one?"
Il should say 1 dol" Billy replied
with conviction. That's what Pm
| here for!"
"You mean you're starting out on
this cold, bleak trip on purpose to get
| wife," the girl demanded.
] "Oh, no." was the reply. 81 started
out to go skiing. But now I've decided
/ to get wife,
|
girl.
Long before, l hope" The rather
nice voice grew just little nicer. II
think I'll lose no time"
"Oh, you do?" The girls voice had
shade of defiance How far are you
going?"
"As far as I need to-" was the
prompt reply. "To get her, mean"
The not bad-looking face was smil-
| ing directly into hers and, for perhaps
the first time within the memory of
man, the girl flushed little discon-
| certedly.
But where are you going?" The
subject seemed safer.
New Canaan" was the cheerful re-
ply. ITO the Marvins"
You're not!' The girls voice was
Srifie shaky.
ooh, yes. Aren't your said Billy.
"They asked me up there especially to
meet Norah Lang. In fact, they dared
me to come. They said nobody had
failed to fall for her yet"
"Of course you're sure you won't"
said the girl, with distinct chill in
her voice. well, hope you will"
81 have" said Billy Bolter.
ooh, no." said the girl decidedly.
you only think you have"
Hours pass swiftly when the ancient
and not always honorable-game is
under way. New Canaan was not near
ly so welcome as two travellers had ex-
pected it to be when they set out.
AS they stepped to the platform q
| girl and a man met them.
Hello, Norah !" said the girl of the
train to the girl of the platform.
Hello, Jimmie" said the man of
| the platform to the man of the train.
The travellers, with scant courtesy
for their welcomers, faced each other.
aren't you Norah Lang?" demand
ed the man.
Aren't you Billy BolterY demand
ed the girl.
I'm Norah Lang" said the girl of
the platform. "She's Nancy Lee"
Nobody calls him Billy Bolter ex-
| cept Frank and Helen" said the man
of the platform. We've got two cut
| tiers here Jimmie, will you drive Miss
Lang? I'll take Miss Lee"
Billy Bolter turned his not bad-look-
ing face definitely to the girl of the
rain and. in his quite nice voice said.
I'm taking Nancy"
Eyes, Jimmie" said Nancy Lee.
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