The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1925-07-17

one of Parmalee's bitter rivals. II
had been the subject of Brenas com
ment that the donor gave II in cele-
bration of Parmalee's retirement from
business rather than of his marriage.
and she. disliking pictures on general
principles, had hung it where it would
be seen the least.
II thought Ii was him." said Parma
lee. coming forward with the revolver
still In his hand
"Him?" asked Brena. "who, Them
why, burglar" he said. still quiy-
ering with excitement.
you saw only your own moving re-
Election on the glass mixed into this
figure which you've decorated with
three bullet holes" she said.
A knocking and ringing had begun
at the elevator door Of the apartment
Anything wrong, sir?' asked a
voice outside.
mo, no." Parmalee answered, feel
ing his way back till he could lean
against the wall.
Very good, sir"
Brena. who probably appeared more
like Grecian goddess than ever in
The white drapery of her night attire,
walked 10 Parmalee with deliberation
and took the revolver from his hand.
Where did this come from?' she
asked.
Il bought t."
"Wheng"
"A month ago"
"A month ago? Why?"
Il don't know. There are always
intruders"
Compton, you are sick man." she
said. You are a sick and unnerved
man. You are living a miserable life.
You are making me live one. There
is nothing worse than fear. IT is more
horrible than the thing 1t breads"
I've often thought that-yes, /
haveI" he said. I've often thought
I'd be driven TO find out"
TEL me-" she commanded
He shut tight his thin lips.
She came closer and put her hands
upon his shoulders as if she were a
mother about TO give a child q good
shaking.
The city is bad for you, Compton"
she said. You are quivering yourself
TO pieces over some absurd apprehen-
sion. We must go outside somewhere
Ia house, garden-quier"
He appeared as If he were about TO
fall apart. he almost blubbered. He
said, Thank God you've said that.
Brena. We must go where | can
escape, if there is chance to escape.
You're right. It's got my nerve"
"What?"
yes, what?" he whimpered. That's
ii. But we must go-where you said.
III pull myself together. And
Brena-"
'Yes"
IF anything does happen TO me"
"Yes."
you're not TO blame-not in the
sense that it's your own will. Do you
understand? Tn trying TO be man.
Can't you see. In the morning"
She looked at him in disgust; for the
first time she felt pang of hate.
Within thirty days ne had purchased
a great gloomy house up the Hudson
1t had been built in the seventies by
some affluent banker with a taste for
squares. The house was square, the
rooms in il were spacious, lofty, boI-
low-sounding cubes, and the garden
was square in a square area which
contained itself and the house within
a high brick wall painted a slate gray
TO match the house and with a great
decorated iron gate which could be
closed at night. The upper windows
looked out in summer upon the tossing
branches Of old trees growing out of
vast. damp bald spots on the lawn and
in winter upon the stark boughs and
the silver of the Hudson river. The
place was In a slight hollow in a hill
top, Isolated, glowering. without the
flavor of old places lived in richly and
warmly, but suggesting questionings