The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-09-12

how much l had until tonight. Sud-
denly it came upon me that he was
everything. You won't understand,
Dennison, but as we grow older our
hearts wrap up around our children
with a love quite different from that
which expresses itself in marriage.
This love -gives-gives, lavishly,
unselfishly, asking nothing in return"
Il think l understand" he said
again. Il think l do"
They turned their eyes to the noun
tains, and as they looked the first
shafts of sunlight fell on the white
peaks and set them dazzling like mighty
diamond-points against the blue bosom
of the West
ut is morning on the mountains
and on you!" Grant exclaimed. "Zen,
you are very, very beautiful" He
raised her hand and pressed her fin
gers TO his lips.
AS they stood watching the sunlight
pour into the valley a sharp knock
sounded on the door. Come" said
Dennison, and the next moment it
swung open and Phyllis Bruce entered,
followed Immediately by Under. A
question leapt into her eyes at the re-
markable situation which greeted
them, and she paused in embarrass-
ment.
"Phyllis!" Grant exclaimed. you
here!'
at would seem that l was not ex-
pected."
1T is all very simple" Grant ex-
planned, with laugh. Little Willie
Transley was my guest overnight. On
account of the storm his mother be-
came alarmed, and drove out from the
city early this morning tor him. Mrs.
Transley, let me introduce Miss Bruce
Phyllis Bruce, of whom have told
you"
Zen's cordial handshake did more to
reassure Phyllis than any amount of
explanations, and Linder's timely OBJ
servation that he knew Wilson was
there and was wondering about him
himself had valuable corroborative
effect.
''But now-your explanations?" said
Grant. How comes it, Linder?"
Simple enough, from our side.
When / got your telephone call all 1
could catch was the fact that you were
mighty glad to get me, end had some
urgent message for Miss Bruce. Then
tho connection broka -
II see. And you, of course, assured
Miss Bruce that / was being murdered,
or meeting some such happy and ef-
fective ending, out here in the wilder
ness!"
Not exactly that, but l reported
what l could, and Miss Bruce insisted
upon coming out at once. The roads
were dreadful, but we had daylight.
Also, we have a trophy"
Under went out and returned in a
moment with sadly bedraggled hat.
my poor hail" Zen exclaimed. 81
lost it on the way"
1T is the best kind Of evidence that
you had but recently come over the
road" said Under, significantly.
st think no more evidence need be
called" said Phyllis. MAY l lay off
my things?"
Certainly-certainly," Grant apollo
giZed. But must introduce one
more exhibit He handed her the
note he had written during the night
''That is the message wanted Lin
der to rush to you," he said, and as
she read it he saw the color deepen in
her cheeks.
I'm going to make breakfast, Mr..
Grant" Zen announced, with sudden
burst of energy. Everybody keep
out of the kitchen"
Guess I'll feed up for you this
morning, old chap" said Under, know
tngly. At the door he glanced back.
VI think Miss Bruce has something to
say to you," he added, 'nysteriously.
They were alone-Phyliis and Den
uison. He caught her hand in his AMI
led her to the French windows. The
sun was films the valley with a food
of silver, and there was sunshine, too.
in the heart or DennlSou Grant. Hr
had drunk his cup of remuneration, bu:
he had not dreamed that at the bottor
could lie pearl so beautiful.
"Phyllis-Phyllis," he breathec. He
reached out to take her in his arms,
but she held him gently away; wher,
he looked in her eyes they shone bach
at him through tears.
"Oh, Denny, you mustn'tl I'm SO
sorry. You know what you have been
to me. But you were so long, so lougi
Yesterday | promised Under"
In the days that followed Dennisou
Grant drank his cup of remuneration
anew. He worked his fields. early and
late; he noted the tiny spirals of smoke
ascending like incense from Zens cot.
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