The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1926-12-03

came a surprise for crowd and parad-
ers alike. Close on the heels of the
last white man strobe Charlie Jack
son, with sign, 1.-THE Land Is Ours
You Have Robbed ISL" and after
Charlie perhaps hundred Indians,
tramping silently two by two.
For moment the crowd was sur
of mud caught Charles sign and a
group of college students, with
shout of Break up the line! Break
up the line," broke into the ranks Of
the Indians and in moment free
for-all fight was on.
Amos rushed Lydia down side
street and upon street car. "Well
Well! Well" he kept chuckling.
John ate 'em alive! Well! Welt"
"How soon will the Indians have
to get off the reservation asked
Lydia.
'Oh, in a year or so! Johns got to
get bill through congress, you
know"
"Oh." Lydia gave a great sigh Of
relief; year or so was very long
time. She decided to forget the In
dams trouble and rejoice in Levine's
triumph.
Charlie Jackson was taciturn for a
week or so, then he played brilliantly
in the Thanksgiving football game and
at the banquet which followed he was
his old and genial self.
After Christmas Lydia began seri-
ously to consider how she could earn
| the twenty-five dollars that her share
in the camping trip would cost. One
| Tin january Saturday afternoon she
went to call on Ma Norton.
"Who's going to chaperon you chill
| dren?" she asked Lydia.
Miss Towne."
"Who Of the boys and girls are
going?"
Charlie and Kent and Olga and L.
Margery's crazy to go, only her
mother hasn't given in yet. If she
| does go, We'll ask Gustus Bach too"
ct would be nice for you to have
the camping trip, DEAR" said ma.
you've had so little to do with chill
| dren of your own age. / suppose
you're worrying over the money endY'
| Lydia nodded "That's what want
ed to talk to you about. Every spring
you get some one in to help you clean
house. If you'll do it Easter vacation,
this year, and let me help, why, that
would be couple of dollars, wouldn't
it?
| Ma Norton looked at the slender
little figure and thought of the heavy
carpet beating, the showing of furni-
ture, the cleaning Of mattresses that
the stout old colored man hustled
through for her every spring Then
! she recalled the little figure that had
nightly trudged two miles delivering
/ milk rather than take Billy's school
books as a gift. And Ma Norton
smiled a little ruefully as she said :
"All right, you can help me instead
of old Job and I'll pay you five dol
lars"
Five dollars for what?" asked Billy.
He had come in the side door, un-
| needed.
His mother explained the situation
Billy listened attentively, warming his
hands at the stove.
eff 1 didn't have so much to do at
home" said Lydia, 81 could work here
Saturdays and Sundays and earn q
little that way"
"Well, you wouldn't, you know, y
growled Billy.
Lydia and Ma Norton looked up,
startled at his tone.
"For the lands sake, Billy, why
not?" exclaimed ma.
Because Lydia's getting too big
now to do these hired-girl stunts. II
was bad enough when she was little
But folks'll never forget 'em and al
ways think of her as hired girl II
she keeps on"
Lydia gasped and turned scarlet
Ma Norton stared at her son as if she
never had seen him before. Strong
and blonde and six feet tall, he seemed
suddenly to his mother no longer q
boy but a mature man, and very
handsome one at that. He was look
ing at Lydia now with the curious ex
preston of understanding that she
always brought to his gray eyes.
Lydias voice suddenly quivered
"Then how can / earn money!"
dead easy! You make the best
fudge in the world. Put some for sale
in the University book store. I'm
clerking there an hour every day."
1.-THE very thing!" cried Ma Norton
BILLY, you are duck" shrieket
Lydia.
Gimme something to eat, ma, be
fore 1 go out to milk" said Billy, will
a grin that struggled to be modest.