The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1930-11-07

Where the island stood in its way,
deeper and more turbulent streams.
On the island, cleaning white and
gray against the green and blue. was
the lovely old house her father had re-
modelled. and without doubt, thought
Roberta angrily. paid great deal too
much for.
If she had only been able TO stop
him and divert the golden stream, It
might have paid for an apartment i'm
New York, on Park avenue, with a
summer place at Bar Harbor or even
Watch Hill. where she knew some of
the younger crowd That represented
Roberta's idea of fit and worthy
establishment and background for her
SELF if her father persisted in staying
in these United States.
All her school dreams of Monte
Carlo. the Riviera. the Lido. fioated
through her careless little red head
Why had father been so stupid as to
select this place? Ye gods Nothing
hut lot of artists and writer's. who
did not apparently know or care what
life looked like outside their hedges
What was the use of having money II
that was the way her father meant
TO spend il. and 70 tie her down?
Her car swerved and she heard
sharp cry in an agitated foreign voice
She pulled at her emergency brake. for
the road was narrow here 1t looked
for moment as though she could not
avoid a collision between her car and
the heavy limousine that Joe LigOri
the station hackman. was driving Re
fore she shut off her engine Roberta
quick. calm and cool. as her fathers
daughter would be in a crisis, Swerved
her car little toward the land side
of the road. The impact when IL
came was slight She saw one of
Joe's tenders crumple. and she heard
gasp of relief from the excitable
Joe as he called:
Hey, Mees Macabeethl Why you
not looka where you going, Ell? You
wanta keel me with thesa people
breenga 70 your house. Ell? You
breaka my car in two at the samoa
timer
SORRY. joe Roberta called. in the
honeyed voice that made men forgive
her anything. She Lit cigarette with
trembling fingers. "Send the bill 70
father if I've hurt your old machine
any, and for Heavens sake look where
you're going next time"
ME lookal That a gooda joke"
Joe said. laughing.
On the rear sea: of Joes car
Roberta saw a dumpy little woman
and a tall man. She could not see
the mans face plainly because the
woman was leaning f'rward and look
ing at her intently. There was some
thing oddly familiar about this wom-
ans face and vet Roberta did not be-
lieve she knew her. The wOman's
clothes. and the quaint British look
of the travelling bag she cutched made
Roberta ;nstGntly revert 70 the begin
ming of her quarrel with her father
this morning-the servant question.
"Oh." she excl lined 1.-THE new
cook housekeeper and the butler!
eNpetltu you wen, i CHU
go back just now Take then 70 the
island. Joe. MY father. at home"
She smiled impishly. as she Thought
of her fathers annoyance when actual
ly confronted witn the domestic prob
lens he had so lightly disregai ded this
morning.
The woman. Roberta had seen, put
hand out quickly and touched the
sleeve of the man beside her to pre-
vent his speaking.
AYE" she said. THAT will be best
On your way. my man.
There was something so authorize
tive IN that voice that Joe stopped
smiling at Miss Macbeth. whom he
admired inordinately. and started
| his car.
Roberta shot another quick glance
| at them. The next moment, blank
Amusement on her face. she had turned
| about anC was gazing after the rapidly
disappearing car.
Well Handsome is as handsome
| does. she told herself but think of