The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1930-11-28
"SandisOn~

'Sand1S0n." 49,
"He doesn't look a bit like you
Aunt-Aunt Aggy."
Indeed, no! How could her Tn
only his stepmother. He's the living
image of my late husband, Sir Stephen
Sandison of Sandisbrae." The title
lost nothing from Lady Sandison's an
nouncement.
Her niece stood spellbound in the
doorway looking at her. This dumpy
little woman, whom she had thought
must be coOk-housekeeper, who was
indeed the housekeeper now by her
fathers authority, what did she mean
by Keeling off titles like that? "Who
are your
"Your fathers sister," said Aggy
with quiet cOmposure, "and also Lady
Sandison."
Roberta looked from her aunt to her
father. Her father nodded. Without
a word Roberta took the tray and
went out of the room.
1--WE taken the first trick" declared
Robert Macbeth, sinking back among
the pillows.
Aggy looked at him, closed her lips
nodded, and went towards the kitchen
AS the door between the kitchen
and the hall SDsed, Roberta turned
questioningly to her aunt. Lady
Sandison smiled at her.
"Rob's my brother and your father
so we'll no quarrel, but we'll not be
tyrannized over neither"
Lets get this straight" Roberta
said. "Are you on my side or fathersT
Both, and If you'll follow my adj
vice you'll give in to him. HumOr
him and he's yours, and surely Rob's
very easy TO humor. You made a mis-
take in managing him today. You told
him what you were going to do before
you did it,"
Roberta turned on her angrily. She
was not to be SO easily managed. III
you take my place here, you take my
place without any aid of mine"
Her aunt surveyed her calmly. Its
war is it?"
Roberta nodded.
"Well the sooner that's understood
the better. Wen just get the supper
Show me where the potatoes are
Roberta, and keep a civil tongue in
your head You're playing right into
Rob's hands and NINE"
Roberta considered herself a match
for any woman. She fired her first
shot.
did you bring the Draw lad over to
marry American dollars, Aunty?" She
asked it In her most honeyed tone
"And did you have me in your mind
at the timer"
Slowly her aunt counted potatoes
and began to wash them at the sink
Il thought was taking risk
bringing my bonnie lad over here. but
said to myself, at least Roberta
would have her head screwed on, and
would know enough to stand aside and
give him his chance at some fine, rich
girl. | gave you credit for the wit to
see that though American dollars
might be handy for Sandisbrae, al.
most any other girl would have a bet.
ter chance than the daughter of Rob
Macbeth. Your father was a joiner
and builder on the estate, and his
father before him.
Roberta looked at her speechless. SO
angry that she dared not open her
mouth.
"Aye, the money might better come
from pills or pork or groceries. The
gentry would swallow # and stranger
in Sandisbrae easier than they would
Rob's daughter"
leave me out of it," Roberta
famed. Don't you think for q
moment, I'll"
$50 far from It," her aunt declared
vigorously, that I'm just fair upset to
see that you share the fatal weakness
of the Macbeth family"
"What's that?" snapped Roberta
noting with surprise the professional
manner in which Lady Sandison pared
the potatoes.
They're jist slaves to beauty, the
whole clanjamfray of them," declared
her aunt sOlemnly, land you're as bad
as the rest. Watch what you're doing
lass! You're haggling that loaf
something awful"
"This isn't Scotland where there's
hard scrabbling to get bread-and Il
man." Roberta told her with scorn
"Why there are heaps of goOd-lOOkine
men over here. Your Little Beauty
isn't in danger"
$50 you say" said her aunt ''Time
will tell. It's as well, Roberta, not tc
boast until you've tried out you,
strength"
Fudge! I'm not reduced 20 poor
Scots my father has to find jobs for
She disregarded the sudden warning
look her aunt gave her, and continued
emphasizing her point with the bread
knife. Hes good-looking enough tC
make some girls lose their reads but
I'm my fathers daughter to this ex
| tent that the man who tries to make
an impression on me will have to have
something more than an angel face
big eyes. pretty hair and stand six
| feet"
six feet three" From the door
way Sir George gravey corrected her
Your sentiments are mine, Miss
Macbeth. Let's stick to them"