The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-06-15
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mo, | don't yell. l don't suppose
I'd make fuss If the world should
come to an enc (Which it amt never
goin' to do, in the way they say 1t
WILD. Id just sit and wait Some
good is bound to come to everybody If
they'll just be sure to wait."
She was :. pathetic figure as she
sat In the center of the huge bowlder,
her hands crossed placidly in her lap.
Presently she pushed her straw bon
net back from her face, then took 1t
off and laid 1t on the bowlder at her
side. Even q wreath of pink roses
would never make that bonnet stylish.
She had made up her mind to that
Some day she had hoped to dress up
and look like other folks. Silas was
used to folks who dressed In pretty
clothes. He rode with them in their
cars. Their names suited him, too,
she supposed.
AiC was q cat thSy thOuch@
Mebbe he was. She loved him, but
she didn't know what great man
was like. He knew all about scenery,
but she was plum tired of scenery.
She liked the cities and the big build
ings he brought home to her on post
cards. She couldn't expect to know
much in this little mountain town. She
ought to be able to talk to Silas as
the folks he took sightseein' talked.
Back in town they heard the big
clock on the post0ffice strike four.
Silas put the last trout in the basket
and wound W his reel He was think
ing of the home which he enjoyed to
the fullest extent of his nature; the
screened-in porch with pots of red
geraniums scattered about; the kitch-
en- floor all covered in blue and white
oilcloth; pretty loom where Belinda
loved to cook. All the tOwnsfOlk said
she was the best cook In Trentville
Well, he'd second that motion.
Belinda put on her bonnet as she
saw him coming. She would lean on
Silas' arm going hCme. Then tomOr-
row or the next day or mebbe the
next some one would come for him
ard he would be gone again; not long
trips, but he'd be gone. She'd put on
extra fixings tonight-the sliced beets
round the edge of the blue platter
that had belonged to her mother, the
tablecloth with crocheting on the edge.
1t was two days later that an oil
magnate ecame. Did Silas know of a
good cook, woman of good appear
ance and worth. They were t. start
that very night for California. Belin-
da clasped her hands. California !!
Silas had never been in California |!
A good cook? That request sent her
into the house to her own quiet room.
'WOuld be woman of good appear.
ance if | had on them beads?" she
thought. would Silas let her go"
Seating herself in her rocker, she
rocked back and forth. The men had
gone for more gasoline. She was
safe; no other cook in town could
please Mr.. Cover. She'd cooked trout
for him time and again. "Mebbe he
was hintin' to Silas that he wants me
to co." she unused as she rose and
took down her bonnet from the shelf
"Mebbe he didn't like to ask right out
loud. Now, Indy Peterkin, you go
this minute, and buy one of them blue
floatin' wells to cover this bonnet and
to match your blue beads. They're
yours, now, cause you've got the
money you earned yourself to pay
for 'em, and don't you come back
empty-handed again."
t was the third day out that Be
linda reall, dared to talk when Silas
came to the back seat again to keep
her company. Mr.. Cover had been
kinder in his praise of her cooking
than Usual when she had fried the
potatoes and trout along the way |;
he had sent his. man back to make
her more comfortable with cushions.
He had given her tie first box of
"New York candy" she had ever
owned. and when they stopped at the
cities and towns she was to eat in
the big hotels; but the cause Of the
silence Which, had possessed her.
which filed her heart with unspeak-
able Joy, brought forth such an out
burst of gratitude that Silas was
amazed. IF you wasn't great man.
SiIas Peterkin, Mr.. Cover wouldn't
ever have asked you to manage his
big pl, ce in California, and we live
right there"
Sand if | didn't have goo6 pal
to help me keep up the appearances.
Indy" he answered, "Pd never have
aocantnd tho honor NV annlauar ha-