The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-07-06

into her hand.
81 cut that out of the News last
night" she said, 81 thought maybe
you'd like to see it,"
Dolly flushed and smiled. She
tucked the clipping in her pocket and
later when she got a minute she
looked at it. 1t was plan of a house.
English cottage style.
Dolly realized then that the other
girls were beginning to know about
her silly dream. Next thing they
would be making fun of her and she
couldn't stand that.
She lunched alone in plain restau-
rant where the sandwiches and tea
were excellent. The other girls tiocked
to the new tearoom downstairs to in
dulge in eclairs and ices, but she want
ed to save. The price of sandwich
a day meant-well, she had computed
it once on paper. At any rate in thirty
years or so she might be able to have
her dream house.
That clipping that Miss Nugent had
given her-she looked at it again. No,
her idea of a house wasn't anything
like that. She tore leaf out of her
little memorandum book and began to
draw lines painstakingly.
She had drawn the plan of her
dream house so many times that she
was sure of most things, but each time
some little improvement suggested it.
self-a cupboard or a window or
door. She worked now happily and
earnestly as she sat alone at the small
table against the wall. Her delicate
cheeks flushed, her eyes were brown
pools under the reed-like fringes of
her long lashes, her lips pouted ador-
ably AS she bent low silken strand
of her bright hair interfered with her
pencil. Quite adorable was Dolly in
her dark suit and small close hat.
slender young thing upon which the
eXigencies of toll had not yet set any
devastating seal.
Her dream housed She had never
lived in a house which had in any
sense been a home. AS long as her
father lived they had occupied an
apartment; after that she and her
mother boarded Mother worked and
she went to school. Then mother
went out suddenly-like swapping off
an electric light: just that, and Dolly
took her mothers place in the store
They had been kind enough to give ii
to her o. her mothers account, but
she thought now she had proved her.
self worthy of her hire. Twenty dol
lars a week, administered judiciously,
permitted her to be well-fed and shell
tered and well, If very plainly, dressed
She had knack with clothes, made
all her own blouses and lingerie and
at pinch could construct hat. Be-
sides. she loved books; these took the
place of friends. She had her dreams,
and her dream house.
Now as she bent over her newest
plan a young man who had seated
himself quietly at the next table
watched her at first casually, then adj
miringly, then curiously. He was of
medium. size with strong, quiet,
blonde face, the kind of face that tells
the whole story of life whose trend
continue to be so for all the years he
might live; the kind of face one re-
spects and trusts at a glance
large woman in fur-trimmed
coat flying wide open brushed through
the aisle between the closely set tables
and the breeze of her passage whisked
away the paper upon which belly was
~ eho
wind straight to the feet of the
young man. He picked it up, noting
it with surprise, and rising he took it
TO Dolly. AS she looked up to thank
him his gray eyes met her brown ones
ever so briefly.
81 couldn't help noticing-your plan
is excellent" he commented. There
is just one thing wrong about it, real
ly. Do you mind if | point it out?"
81 should be glad if you would take
the trouble" Dolly laid the plan out
before him. He touched it with his
pencil.
"You haven't allowed any space for
the kitchen range" he said.
Dolly gave start.
81 haven't, have II" she said. Her
brow puckered. "What can one do in
that case? One must have a range"
''Of course; allow me-"
He made few swift strokes.
'There %
"Oh, yes," Dolly smiled. "Thank
you very much"
The waiter had brought his food
and he returned to his own table. A
moment later Dolly tucked the plan
in her purse and went out
The little occurrence stayed by her.
She had liked his face and his voice
so much. OF course she would never
see him again, but he had created a
pretty memory for her.
But the next day he was there
again. A nod of recognition passed