The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-02-22

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but If you go around flinching at
everything and imagining people are
laughing at you. you can be d--n I'M
happy. II is imagination. mostly. with
you. Certainly no one was laughing
at you last Sunday up at William
sons"
| She whipped around upon him with
a furious contradiction. They were !!
A whole lot you know about 1t You
weren't there TO see."
Il could see you were having what
sounded like good time"
Il laughed too loud, l suppose" she
| commented. "Oh, some of the fellows
were decent enough. But the girls,
especially your darling Dodo- Oh,
she makes me sick !"
"She's no darling of mine," he de-
clared-with grin, for the notion that
Trix might be jealous amused him.
go after her, If you don't like her.
Beat her at her own game. Take her
boys away from her. Show her up
Only you won't do thy wishing you
could. Let me hire you the right sort
of governess, and after she's showed
you the ropes you'll be able to give
Dodo the laugh"
THAT isn't what you want her for"
1 the girl said, with sulky conviction, at
the end of long stare. "You want
her because those women have been
telling you how horrible 1t is for me
to have any fun my own way; going
anywhere alone. or taking drives with
anybody but George George Burns,
mean This in answer to his
sharply interrogatory frown.- sup
pose Dodo would call him Burns.
They've made you ashamed of me. too,
l guess.
Don't be fool, Trix!" He hadn't
meant to be as sharp as that, though,
and he paused to get control of a qui-
eter manner. "I'm sorry, but I guess
you didn't know how that sounded.
| NobOdy's said word to me about
Burns. And when it comes to enter
| tanning your friends here, you can't
have young men coming to see you and
finding you alone nobody but the serv-
ants. Even for going anywhere at
night when I'm away, you'll want
someone. ] hadn't thought it through
as far as that before. Wen call that
settled. 1 guess. Trix."
But he saw 1t was anything but
settled in his daughters mind. "All
my life," she said, with sort of
vicious quietness, I've had people
sticking their noses into the things
was doing, telling tales on me, making
! mother say couldn't do this or 1t was
wrong to do that. And now you talk
about hiring someone to do tCst that
| thing. Well, it isn't what l came here
for. If you trusted me you wouldn't
mind having people coming to see me
without chaperon spying on me all
the time. But you don't trust me !;
! that's the trouble. You asked me to-
night who I'd been telephoning to. 1t
wasn't anybody-but if it had been
wouldn't have told you"
She was, beyond concealment, crying
now, and this phenomenon, while it
paralyzed him, seemed to rob her Of
even the wish for self-control. "You
wouldn't have thought of it, yourself"
she sobbed. Its all been put into
your head-that I'm freak that has
to be taught how to act, and watched
to see that don't do anything awful
Jennie Macarthur and Mrs. William
son-and Margaret!
| She crumpled her handkerchief into
her fist and beat on the table with it,
I'm not going to have your mistresses
telling you what I'm to do" she cried.
"Nor an old maid that's trying to
marry you, either !"
He reached across and seized her
by the arms. "What the devil do you
mean by that?' he reared at her. She
wasted no breath answering; her
single-minded purpose was to break
out of his grip. Her teeth were locked,
her face flushed, her eyes blazing.
"You listen" he went on during a
painting lull in the struggle. eff you
were 10y you'd get the finest licking
of your young life for saying thing
like that. Being girl, you oughtn't
to know enough to say 1t. But this is
the fact, and don't you ever forget it !:
Jennie Macarthur is as good woman
as your mother Is. And for anything
know about 1t one way or the other,
Mrs. Williamson is, too You little
wildcat! Stop fighting and I'll let you
CO."
But with an unexpected sudden
wrench that pulled him little off bal
ance, she broke away. 'I' don't Lave
to stay here" she painted from the
MIA. I've got the rest of that thousand
dollars-where you can't find it," An
other sob got in the way of whatever
more she had to tell him, and she fled
to her room and slammed the door be-
hind her.
She left her father completely dis
organized, like a man just awakened
from nightmare, tremors running
through his muscles in ripples. his
mouth dry, and the only thought he
was capable of. an incredulous asser-
ton that it couldn't have happened.
He had been wont to argue with Jen-
ME that quarrels did him good, opened
his pores, stimulated his mind, made
even his disposition more benevolent.
1t was nonsense to pretend that there
was anything poisonous about them.
Evidently, though, quarrels with his
daughter went into a special class
The sober processes of reflection.
when he had cooled down enough to
make them possible. brought him little