The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-04-20

only reach for the hand and grasp 1t
warmly.
"And now" said Hinchey, "don't
tell a soul except the little girl. And
warn her to keep 1t under her curly
yellow wig"
Life took on a different coloring at
once for Robert and Irene. At length
came the day when Robert was twen-
ty-One.
And Silas Bartlett and his wife re-
membered this fateful date. To show
their parental interest in the boy Sc
cretly they planned coming of age"
celebrations surprise party.
Robert went to work as usual that
morning, but at $3.50 In the evening
he had not returned. AT seven Slas
telephOned the garage and was in
formed that Robert and Hinchey were
out on repair job. AT eight guests
were arriving; nine o'clock came, then
ten, and the hero of the affair was
GUN dDSCul. lHCh bCh hSVtihdhs
excited and breathless. burst In upon
the merrymakers.
"a surprise party-Pll say there is"
he exploded "Bob's married. To
that little jane in the bakery. Judge
BillOw tied the knot. They're having
supper now, In the new homeland
they wouldn't invite me in"
The party was at an end. raging
mother and stepfather hurried to their
automobile. With Ben Lothian to d.
rect them and followed by all their
late guests in crowded cars they raced
toward the little love nest.
Robert Ware, very handsome, and
his extremely pretty bride, along with
Judge Billow and Allen Hinchey, were
just finishing the meal that Mrs. Vo-
gelsang had served. The door was
flung wide and furious woman with
her husband behind her, pushed into
the room and faced her son.
"You ingratev" she shrieked, in hys-
terical madness. 81 had my house
filled with guests in your honor, but
you've made mockery of my kind
nessl You'll never darken my door
again. And you'll never get penny
of my money. Your calculating pau
per wife will have to be satisfied
with a pauper husband"
Sias Bartlett stepped forward, to
add his denunciation, but Judge Bill
low waved large silencing hand. and
then rose to his feet slowly and Inn
pressively.
"YOu need not speak now, Silas," he
said. "And when ] finish, you won't
want to. Ten years ago, Alexander
Ware came to me and drew his WILL
The information has only come to me
tonight that that will has never been
probated But, no matter. A signed
copy is in my Office safe. That will
leaves the bulk of his estate to his
son. And / have learned that this boy,
heir to 100000, was put to mental
work and denied the college education
he craved."
"Mother-mother," asked the hOrri-
fed son, in unbelief, "can this be
true?'
But the chagrined, ashen-faced
woman could not speak, and Sflas
Bartlett, exposed in his perfidy, did
not dare.
Robert, have not finished" re-
proved Judge Billow mildly. Wares
first wife had died shortly after the
birth of her son. That may account
for many things. Robert" the judge
concluded. gravely nOdding his head.
"Mrs. Bartlett is not your mother"
A tense silence prevailed as Judge
Billow resumed his seat. Robert was
speechless and saddened With the
thought of consoling him Irene had
come TO his side. But her OVID face
clouded.
ooh, Robert she asked him in a
troubled little voice. "do you think 1T
will make any difference? You are
so rich"
He put his arm lovingly about the
dainty girlish form of his bride, and,
bending down. kissed her, for all to
see.
'You bet I'm rich," he told her. 81
was rich before heard of the money.
Because ! had you. dear"