The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1929-05-03
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= EONA signed her name, and as IL
to show her fnality and deter
mination, she drew fiourishing
line beneath it. Then she read it
over-her note of farewell to Harris.
Their boat was stranded and there
was nothing she could do about it.
Harris was in love with the beauu-
ful head nurse at Claiming hospital
and she was in love with him. Many
a woman less discerning than Leona
would never have guessed that her
young doctor-husband cared for any
thing save his practice and his four
year wife. But she had suspected
things and then she had proved them.
And yet she had only now mustered
strength enough to go. She might still
have been wearing her soul into
shreds with indecision had it not been
for the coming of Harris aunt.
Leona had never seen her. But she
was old. That was enough for Leona.
Old people drove her frantic with
their peculiar ways, their dilly-dally-
ing over little things, the narrowness
of the ruts they had made for them
selves. Harris was ashamed of his
aunt himself.
There is no need for Details" Le-
ona wrote him in her note. Il know
all. You and Martha Macarthur are
good enough to say you will spare me,
that you will go on as things are now,
content just to know that you love
each other. But nothing stands still
nothing that has youth and life
And where is the fun if the camp
fire won't burn-nothing TO do but
shiyer over the ashes? But / said /
would not 90 into details. So please
remember, always, that you will never
be loved again as you were loved by
Leona."
She put the note into an envelope
and wrote his name boldly across it.
Then she propped it on the marble
mantel against the heavy little clock
that had licked away so many lonely
hours for her. She did not seal it;
she would read il again before she
left But she found so many last lit
tie things to do that she forgot to
read it once more and seal it.
So the three O'Clock train pulled out
of the station bearing Leona Boyd
away, and fifteen minutes later an
other train pulled into the station, on
which Aunt Dora Boyd arrived. Her
poor scrubbed letter had read Tues
day, but Leona. unused to decipher-
ing letters, read it Thursday. The
arriving Aunt Dora expected TO be
pounced upon by Harris or his wife
she had almost reared the boy her.
self. How he had loved the old
swimming hole below Rocks falls
There was a lot of things to talk
about with Harris-maybe it would
take his mind off sick folks for awhile
But neither Harris, nor Mrs. Har-
ris, pounced upon Aunt Dora. She
therefore took cab out TO the house
on Maple avenue There, Caroline, the
colored cook, said that Miss Leona
had gone on little trip though she
took most all her clo'es. No, ma'am,
she didn't say when she'd be back.
guess doctor knew. Aunt Dora was
tired. She sat down in huge easy
chair before the fire. Then she spied
Leona's note. She got up and peered
at it curiously through her spectacles.
"Dr. Harris Boyd" she read aloud.
That would tell where Leona was
gone, and when she would be hack.
And it was left open. She wouldn't
mind Aunt Dora reading it. if she'd
left il open.
Aunt Dora's little body showed no
trace of WEAKNESS after she read
Leona's note. OF course there was
nothing to this foolishness about Har-
ris being in love with another wom-
AM The Boyd men had never been
known to show the least bit of un-
faithfulness TO their wives.
When Harris came home she ex-
planned about Leona's going away
rather a vague explanation, but it
seemed to satisfy Harris.
"She left line here. tellin' about
ft-now what on earth did l do with
it? I'm so forgetful, but wen run
across it. AS your Uncle Bill used to
say, it'll turn up when we quit look
ing for it Caroline's promised to let
me make some hot biscuits for sup
per. and brought you jar of my
strawberry jam. And you must tell
me about Leonie. Harry. I'm disap-
p'fnted at not gettin' to see her to-
day."
Harris had always been Harry" to
Aunt Dora.
Harris frowned. "Leona shouldn't
have gone away when we were ex-
pecting you, Aunt Dora"
"Oh, that's all right p she fastened.
well talk about old times till she
gets back"
The biscuits were perfect; their re-
ception and disposal most satisfying
to all concerned. And old times were
recalled with hilarity. Then Aunt
Dora grew suddenly serious.
1T seems an awful waste TO have
this nice home here and nothin' grow
in to you. Harry. A man and wom-