The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-06-01
CHAPTER VIII-Continued

That's good" said he. "By the
way, Mr.. barrow went up to his West
chester place last night for the week
end, instead of tonight as usual, and
won't be here until Monday. He's en-
pertaining Captain Ashland. So have
no fears that you'll be checked up in
the middle of the catalogue"
So the head of the house was gone;
and Captain Ashland, excellent crea-
ture, was gone: and Peter, fundamen-
tally sound and always set to 90 off,
despite his imperfect nature, was
gone. Were there NJ righteous men
left? Where was Mr.. Roberts?
was to learn. Just as Mr.. Case
breathed his glad tidings into my ear.
Miss Wilkes entered.
"YOu look dreadfully tired, DEAR"
she remarked, stopping at my desk,
though ] was sure ] was not the at
traction. "What shame you have
such rush with the cataloguel Out
rageOus, | call it, for printers to think
of striking. | wonder what working
men are coming to. sometimes. don't
you. Mr.. Case? Gracious, you look
dreadfully tired. YOURSELF"
sometimes / wonder what we're all
coming to-" responded Mr.. Case, with
plaintive restraint.
THAT really puts It much better
BY the way, how did little Miss
Burton get along last evening, Miss
Fuller? | was sorry l was unable to
send you one of my more experienced
girls"
II couldn't have wanted anyone
better" said l.
81 am glad to hear she filled In &C.
ceptably in the emergency" declared
Miss Wilkes, very Grossly, because
/ must speak to Mr. Roberts about her
today. Tomorrow her first week will
be up, and to me she hardly seems to
be the material one makes a stenog-
rapher out Of"
81 agree with you," said L; "she'1
go much further"
Mr.. Case rushed courageously be-
tween the flashing rapiers
81 don't know whether Mr.. Roberts
will be here today. He's off some
where on business for Mr.. barrow.
who's in the country"
was stunned. but worse was to
come. and at once.
what about my cousin, Magistrate
Juddes, getting that bOok2'
81 beg pardon?" murmured Mr..
Case. not unnaturalIy bewildered.
And there was the book right on the
desk! There was one way to save the
situation-by foolhardiness. Before
any explanation could be begun.
bounded to my feet and hurled my
self on two young damsels who were
entering the shop truculently, at a
critical hour, five minutes of nine. On
their feet were black satin strap
pumps with rhinestone side-buckles !;
from their coats peeped forth the
school MILDLY; each bore in one hand
brief-c case, but In the other a brown
paper parcel all pinned up. 1t was
Friday. Turbulence equaled shyness,
slippers plus Friday equaled dance,
brown paper minus pins equaled party
frocks. | swiftly steered the pair
down the aisle to the table where eti-
quette books were on display. While
they we're selecting one observed my
desk, Miss Wilkes and Mr.. Case.
They talked until the. girl friends
had FASTENED on to school to cram for
the dance. Then Miss Wilkes van
ished upward. still talking; Mr.. Case
disappeared toward his office: and !
thrust that jinx Of book back into
the lowest Ieft-hand drawer of the
desk, with both haste and reluctance.
But l could not well ask to have the
safe opened in Mr.. Roberts absence
without arOusing curiosity.
Several sections of the catalogue
had been nicely pinned, unpinned,
pasted and pulled apart again. when
iir. Case walked calmly up the aisle.
MAY see that Clarihew for min
1te, please?" he asked.
Certainly" said |. fright away, as
soon as ! paste this page. can't let
go at 1t. you see. The books In my