The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-08-22

summer home with Grant and Muir
doch on board. Wilson had been
watching, and rushed down upon
them, but before he could Chamber up
on Grant great teddy-bear was
thrust into his arms and sent him,
wild with delight, to his mother.
Look, motherl Look what the
Man-on-the-Hill BROUGHT See! He
has fire in his eyes 7"
Transley and YD. met the guests
at the gate. ''How do, Grant? Glad
to see you, old man." said Transley,
shaking his hand cordially. 1.-THE
wife has had so many good words for
you l am almost jealous. What no,
Under! BY all that's wonderful!
You old prairie dog, why did you
never look me up? / was beginning
to think the Boche had got you"
Grant introduced Murdoch. and ID.
received them as cordially as had
Transley. "Glad to see you fellows
back" he exclaimed. Il alus said
the Western men 'ud put crimp in
the kaiser, spite O. HI an high
water!"
Zone thing the war has taught u.s."
said Grant, modestly, "is that men are
pretty much alike, whether they
come from west or east or north or
south. No race has a monopoly of
heroism."
well, come on in," Transley beck
oned, leading the way. Dinner will
be ready sharp on time twenty min
utes late. Not being a married man,
Grant, you will not understand that
reckoning. You'll have to excuse Mrs.
Transley few minutes; she's holding
down the accelerator in the kitchen.
Come in; want you to meet Squiggs."
Squiggs proved to be a round man
with huge round tortoise-shell glasses
and round red face to match. He
shook hands with manner that sug
gested that in doing so he was maxi
Ing rather good fellow of himself.
1--WE must have a little fabrication,
for Y.D.'s sake" said Transley, pro-
ducing bottle and glasses. 81 sup
pose 1t was the dust on the plains
that gave these old COW punchers
thirst which never can be slaked.
These be evil days for the old-timers.
Grant?"
"Not any, thanks"
"No? Well, there's no accounting
for tastes. SquiggsT
I'm a lawyer said Squiggs, "and
as booze is now ultra wires 1 do my
best to keep 1t down." and Mr.
Squiggs beamed genially upon his
pleasantly and the full glass in his
hand
81 take snort when want it and
don't care who knows it, said Y.D.
81 al'us did, and l reckon Til keep on
to the finish. 1t didn't snuff me out
in my youth and innocence, anyway.
Just the same, I'm admittin' it's bad
medicine in onskillful hands. Here's
ho"
The glasses had just been drained
when Mrs. Transley entered the room,
flushed but radiant from a strenuous
h9lf hour in the kitchen
well, here you are - she exclaimed.
$50 glad you could come, Mr. Grant.
Why, Mr.. Under! OF all people
This is pleasure. And Mr.. 10y"
"Mr. Murdoch" Transley supplied.
"My chief of staff; the man who
persists in keeping me rich," Grant
elaborated.
Il mustn't keep you waiting longer.
Dinner is ready. Dad, you are to
carve"
Hanged If / will I'm guest here,
and 1 stand on my rights" Y.D. ex
ploded.
"Then you must do 1t, Frank"
81 suppose so,' said Transley, "al-
though all / get out of meal when /
have to carve is splashing and pro-
family. You know, Squiggs, I've fig
ured 1t out that this practice of re-
curing the nominal head Of the house
to carve has come down from the days
when there wasn't usually enough to
go round, and the carver had to make
some fine decisions, and, perhaps,
maintain them by force. 1t has no
place under modern civilization"
(To BE CoNTINUED.)