The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-10-26
Hell be here presently.

any from YOU"
"No?"
"No-not one"
"Thats strange, though perhaps 1t
isn't. Whenever | send a letter across
the world always marvel If ii is re-
ceived. II seems miracle But how
surprising to see you've had no
IDEAL"
He noted her avoidance but he
passed it over and replied. II didn't
warn anyone-just woke up one morn.
ing homesick. for the first time. and
started the same day. haven't quite
got my bearings yet, but II does seem
as of the town is noisier than ever. |
wish ROllin would hurry up. I can't
stay but moment. Lots to do. You
see I'm going down to the country
tomorrow to open up the place"
"Has 1t been occupied while you've
| been gomez"
"No-locked up just as It was.
There'll be lots to. do If I'm to be a
| going concern in a few days. But |
want you and Rolly to spend week.
end with me pretty soon"
"Why. of course"
slow about next SaturdayT
81 think, perhaps, if Rollin has moth.
ing else"
"Good-next Saturday. then"
| With this, Waterman stood In the
doorway. Stanley made rush and
seized him by the shoulders. "Old
mani Old man by GeOrgel This
is greatl" He shook him pIayfully
before he took his hands.
"rll say ii is" said Waterman.
How're you, old thing? Quite a
s'prise."
Eyes, yes-l didn't tell a soul
was coming. Oh, beg pardon, Swami
this is my old friend, Rollin Water
man. You've heard me speak a lot
of him. RolIin. the Swami Raman-
ara" -
| 1.-THE what?" said Waterman.
1.-THE Swami Ramanara," repeated
Stanley.
"Oh, yes, yes, The sure" He waved
a vague hand, 81 know-Way down
upon the Swami river-what" He
laughed nOisily at his own joke. A
moments silence fell upon the group.
Doris dropped her eyes. A faint flush
mounted to her cheeks.
Stanley looked at his friend between
narrowed lids. Only the Swami
seemed Indifferent. Swiftly Stanley
took control.
"Well, Rollin, old fellow, it's fine to
see you again-simply splendid. I've
got million things to tell you-but
| not now. / must be off again. TIL !.
Swami has an appointment to meet
some friends of mine and I've got to
chaperon him. I'll look in at your
Office before long, if that's agreeable
to your"
'Sure, sure, come along"
Stanley turned to Doris, and took
her hand again. "Good night" he
said. "Remember-on Saturday"
She looked at him little pitifully.
Good night" she said, and to the
Swami. "Good night, sir. l 10 hope
you will come and see me again."
| MADAME. | thank you. Good even
ing" -che Swami turned to Water
man. "Sir." he said and bowed
again.
"Sir to you," responded Waterman
genially. swaying ever so slightly on
his heels. -
Stanley glanced uneasily from his
| friends wife to his friend-but there
was nothing to do. Unhappy, he de-
| parted.
Stanley passed an unhappy night
His first impulse was to get in touch
with Wilson. Not, he reflected. that
| Wilson was likely to know anything
that he wished to know, and yet he
might. Still, ought he to talk to any
one about it? How far had this kind
of thing gone?
Returning to his hotel in the taxi,
the silence was presently broken by
the Swami. 1.-THE lady has sweet
| spirit" he said.
"No one knows that better than l."
/ answered Stanley.
"She is not happy"
am afraid not"
| "Her life is not harmonious. There
| are discOrds."
"What do you mean?" But the
Swami would say no more.
| Stanley did not go to Waterman's
| office the next morning. He did not
wish to see him at present. He found
| it difficult to pardon what he had seen
| the night before. In the past he had
forgiven his friend for many things
| and now he tried to do him Justice
Tdiotic of me-" he thought, "to be so
| disturbed about such a triflel" Yet
| disturbed he was and be decided to
| postpone his talk with Waterman. In
stead of keeping that appointment, he
telephOned to Wilson, got motor, and
after lunch started for the country.
The sun was warm, the air was sti.i
| The motor moved silently, smoothly,
with effortless power, as If travelling
| through the picture of q dream. For
time Jim Stanley was at peace. He
said little to Wilson, and asked no
| questions whatever. Wilson on his
| part respected his companions mood
He, too, was happy-happier than he
| had been In long time. He was con.
tent to be near the man he loved.
Stanley's place in the country had
many characteristics of the English
manor house. 1t was rather low.
rambling and informal, comfortable
| and cheerful.
winding private road, perhaps an
eighth of mile In length, brought the
motor to the door. Jefferson, middle
aged servant who had grown up In the
Stanley family, and who had been the