The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1926-04-02

OF jealousy. Come down from our
naked ancestors when tn man was tn
feed-getter an tn woman fought with
tooth an nail Ii another female hove In
sight. You'd like to go right out now
an scratch that woman's eyes out,
wouldn't your
A sickly smile trembled on Nance's
lips.
IT guess would" she said INSTEAD
lily, "because-yo see-if-if she's his
wife-why-he can't take another"
There's divorce laws In this coun-
try, amt there? How do you know
she's his wife now?"
NANNY" said Nance gratefully,
you're the most wonderful woman
ever knewl You've got more reason
than a houseful Of lawyers. And I'm
going to take heart right now. I'll put
this picture away In the package ana
wait till Brand is ready to tell me all
about it--and I'll stand steady In my
love and my faith.
"That,s my big girl p said the moth
er, 'now get to work at something.
It's tn best cure-all on earth"
Cattle Kate Cathrew sat on the
broad veranda at Sky Line. She was
clad like sybarite, In shining satin
Rings sparkled on her fingers, lights
sparkled In her hard eyes, close-held
excitement was visible in her whole ap-
pearance. She looked down across the
vast green-clad slopes of Mystery and
held her breath that she might the
better listen for sound In the still
ness.
For she was waiting for the writer
of those letters. the man from New
York who came at regular intervals to
bask In the peace Of Sky Line-for
Lawrence Arnold himself
1t had been months since she had
seen him, and the passion In her was
surging like molten lava.
She was in a trance Of expectation,
as exquisite as the fullest realization.
She had been so ever since the depar-
ture at early dawn of Provine with
led horse-none other than Bluefre
whose proud back no one but this man
ever crossed, except herself.
For three hours she had sat In the
rustic rocker like craven image, her
hands spread on the broad arms, her
immaculate black head seemingly at
rest against the back.
And not soul at Sky Line would
have disturbed her.
From a distant corral where he tin
kered at some trivial task Big Basford
| watched her with wild red eyes. AT
these times the man was savage who
would have killed Arnold joyfully had
the thing been possible. Minnie Pine,
busy at the kitchen window, watched
him.
"The Black Devil is In hell, Josefa,
she said guardedly, 'he knows the
masters coming-and that the boss
will lie In his arms"
"He pays for his SINS" said Josefa
calmly, (which is more than the
others do"
Rod returned the half-breed. "has
no SINS"
"He-ughI He-ugh'' laughed the old
woman, $50 says the young fool be
cause she loves him"
81 know what l know" said Minnie
'the Blue Eyes has a clean heart. One
sin, maybe, yes-or two, maybe-bui
he sits sometimes with his head in his
hands, and he mourns-like our people
| for death. He says 1t Is for death
death of a mans honor killed by mis-
take. l know, for I've sat with him
I then-and he has put his face in my
neck"
There was a high beauty about the
simple words and the ancient dame
/ looked at the girl with understanding
For moment the cynicism was absent
"You speak TRUTH" she said softly
"the man is stranger to these others
Also he is of white heart. He should
have been Pomo chief in the ole
days."
Noon came and passed and Kate
Cathrew did not eat.
/ She watched the sun drop over
/ toward the west, the pine shadows
turn on the slopes.
And then, far down, she caught the
sound of hoofs and rose straight uI
i from her chair, one hand on her thun
dering heart. The action was her only
concession to the fierce emotion which
was eating her. When Sud Provine
came out of the pines below with Blue
fire and his rider In convoy she was
seated again In the broad-arme6
rocker, to all intents as calm as moon
| light on snow.
Lawrence Arnold dismounted stifiy
and handed the rein to Provine, Their
| raised his eyes and looked at her.
Over his white-skinned, aquiline fea
lures there passed smile Of the
coolest understanding.
He knew the volcano covered in and
shut from sight under this woman'i
cool exterior-this woman who was his
woman.
| to meet him and her brilliant eyes re
turned the understanding to the nth
/ degree-they were full of passion, OF
promise.
/ MAN." she said under her breath. al
their hands met, "Oh. mani It's beer
so longi"
That was all for the prying eyei
that compassed them.
They entered the house and Minnie
Pine served the meal which had beer
waiting and which was the best Sky
Line could produce, and afterwart
Lawrence Arnold reclined on blan
ket-covered couch In the living room
and smoked In smiling peace.
There was a step at the door, and .
dusty rider stood there.
/ "Want to report" he said, "that I've