The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1925-07-24


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gave him the beast"
lyon didn't snaap ne q doon
II forgot-a horror of beast.
turned loose inside the walls aft night
when the gate was closed If was HIS
cross between Great Dane and blood
hound-a thing with white fangs.
They had to shoot him. I've heard"
Peter, walking TO the table. picked
up small bronze Buddha upon whose
face there was satanic grin and with
great seriousness the man gazed back
at the heather thing for several min
utes.
What about Eisenhower it was
this symbol, half bird and half snake
kuk-ul-can? You never found it
again?
Yes said Brena.
You found it?" He appeared I'M
able to believe.
YES" she said. 81. had kept the
purse. 1t belonged to nv mother.
kept it. In the lining-last year-I
found the scrap Of paper"
"Its here?" asked Peter with a
marked eagerness.
"Yes." She got nm again brushed
the straw red-eold hair from bar b;gb
calm forehead and onaned how on
the booksbelyes. When she cave tho
torn bit TO Peter. she did not follow If
with her glance: her gesture gave the
impression that she regarded the scran
of manor &c of I;ttIo oonsoo,,onoo
Peter however was interested He
threw his cigarette into tbe fire and
WALKING to tba window exoripod tha
crude drawing looked at rho two ,uords
scrawled beneath and, pushins aside
tho curtains hold tho Scron m 70 H.
gray light.
He was interrunted nv Rren.,s
voice. It was filled with the tone of
agony, of WEAKNESS, of sickness of
soul.
Peter, be merciful."
He wheeled about. She had been
sitting gazing at him.
"Can't YOU see. Peter. that vou must
say good-by to me? Can't Won see
that 1t is torture not to say good-by?
Can't you see, Peter, that want you
to go. that / want to go myself-back
to Beconshire, to Beconshire, to my
garden, my books, the wide view over
the sweep of open country? Can't you
see that l want the memory of these
days to end with your kiss-that now
we are only obliterating that men,
ory?"
lie came back toward her and, pok-
ing the fire again, he laughed to him
self.
you don't think there is to be an
ending nowY" he asked after mo-
ment.
She looked at him with her eyes
filled with wonderment.
"Oh, no." said he. 'No ending. dear
one. Here's where we begin. There's
just some cold hard business to do
now. If it weren't for that I'd be sit
ting there beside you holding you very
tight until we were found by the au-
thorities, starved to DEATH"
"Peter!"
"Yes. l mean 1t. That wasn't
pretty story. But il hasn't iarred mo
Brena. We've the work cut out for
us. First we've the lob of getting vour
freedomAor finding out and nroyino
that some death-dealing agency has
given it to you already. Then well
uncover this trail of fear thar tracts