The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1926-10-22
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They drove to the Willows and Mar
| gerry went through her PAGES, while
her father watched and applauded
from the shore. When they had fin
ished and had run up and down to
warm up and dry off and were driving
home, Dave said:
you'd better come in to supper
with us, Lydia"
mo, thank you," answered the
child. "Mr. Levine's coming to sup
per at our house and l have to
cook it,
''Hum What does John Levine
do at your house, so much?'
"Oh, he's going into politics." an
swered Lydia, inDocently, land Dad
advises him."
'Well, tell them you've done fine
job as swimming teacher" Dave
spoke carelessly. II don't see why
Levine wants to get into politics. He's
doing well in real estate"
"Oh" exclaimed Lydia, with a
child's Importance at having real
! news to impart, hes going into poll
tics SOS to get some Indian land"
Like HI he isl" exclaimed Mar
shall.
"Oh, daddy!" Margery's voice was
exactly like her mothers.
They were turning into the Mar
shall driveway and Marshall's face
was curious mixture of amusement
and irritation. He kissed his little
daughter when he lifted her from the
buggy and bade her run to the house.
Before he lifted Lydia. down he paused
and as he stood on the ground and she
sat in the surrey, she looked levelly
into his black eyes.
Il wish l had another little daugh-
ter like you, LYDIA" he said. 'T
don't see why-but God, you can't
get swans from barnyard fowls" He
continued to study Lydia's face.
Some day, my child, you'll make
some mans heart break, or lift him
up to heaven
Lydia squirmed.
swell, Margery's taught now" she
said hastily, $50 / don't have 90 be
/
Marshall scowled slightly. "What
do you mean? Don't you want Mar
gerry to play with your
"Oh, sure, she can play, If she wants
to, but l mean l don't have to go get
her and bring her into our games"
NO" said Dave slowly, but think
it would be nice of you to sort of keep
an eye on her and get her dirty once
in while. There! Run home. child.
you're shivering."
With puzzled eyes, Lydia obeyed.
The most important result, as far as
Lydia was interested, of the talk be-
tween her father and Levine that
night was that Amos decided definite
ly to move the following week.
Lydia did not see the new home I'M
til she rode out with the first dray-
load of furniture. She sat in the high
seat beside the driver baby Patience
in her lap, her thin, long little legs
dangling her cheeks scarlet with ex-
element and the warmth of a hot
September morning. The cottage was
a mile from the old home. They drove
along the maple-shaded street for the
first half of the distance, then turned
into dirt road that led toward the
lake shore. The dirt road emerged on
the shore half mile above the Will
lows and wound along a high embank-
ment, crowned with oaks.
An old-fashioned white cottage.
with green blinds and tiny front
porch, stood beside the road, it's back
to the lake. There were FIVE acres or
so of ground around the house. set
off by a white picket fence At the
gate pine tree stood. There were
oaks and lilac bushes In the front
yard. Through the leaves, Lydia
saw the blue of the lake.
"Our yard runs right down to the
water!' she cried, as the driver lift
ed the baby down and she followed
after. Gee! I'm glad we moved p
Lydia looked along the road, where
an occasional house was to be seen.
81 hope kids live in those houses"
she said, "but If they don't, baby and
the lake are company enough for me,
and Kent can come out on his wheel"
| She ran through the little house
eagerly. 1t was full Of windows and
being all on one floor, gave fine eff
feet of spaciousness 1t was an old
house but in excellent repair as was
all John Levine's property.
Lizzie arrived on the third and final
load. She brought with her a lunch
| hof hoy oh l,;x IN
good-naturedly set up the kitchen
stove and the three beds for them and
departed with the hope that they
would not be too lonesome.
Lydia and old Lizzie put in an aft
ernoon of gigantic effort. BY six
o'clock, the beds were made, dishes
unpacked and in the china closet, the
table was set for supper and an Irish
stew Of Lydia's make was simmering
on the stove.
When Amos came up the path at a
half after six, his dinner pail in his
hand, he found Lydia fiat on her back
on the little front porch. Her curly
head was wet with perspiration /;
face, hands and blouse were black.
The baby sat beside her, trying to get
Florence Dombey to sleep.
"Well," said Amos, looking down on
his family, "how do you like it, Ly-
dia?"
"It's great! My backs broken
Suppers ready"
you shouldn't lift heavy things,
| childl How often have 1 told you?
Wait until get home"
81 want to get things DONE" replied
Lydia, SOS can do little playing
before school opens Come on in and
see all we've done, daddy"