The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1930-12-12
The Handsome Man
by Margaret 7HzmbuH

to see her? And take yourself off for
a time"
Absolutely" .
Sir George sauntered toward the
river and met the flushed and exultant
looking girl. h 81. ,ag
Spying"
His look was enough to make her
feel ashamed Of herself.
"Oh, say" she said. "That was
unfair and didn't really mean It."
Sir George did not stop. ut doesn't
matter" he said stif1y. "Your father
is waiting to see you"
The girl angrily kicked rock off
the towpath into the canal. swell, IL
you want to be hateful, be hateful"
He turned. ''If you would only get
1t into your extraordinarily pretty
little head" he told her not unkindly.
THAT I'm here because have to earn
my living and your father has been
good enough to give me post-that's
that. AS for you and your friends, at
the risk of being thought rude, | tell
you that | don't give a tinker's d-n
whom you meet or where you meet
him, and that's all of that"
There had been quickly drawn
breath and then silence and he had
walked on over the canal bridge to the
highway, feeling completely ashamed
of himself. Why had he lost his
temper? His remOrse gaining on him,
he was about TO turn once more when
him. He turned to confront an angry
and fame checked girl, who told him
vehemently: you've just got to know
this. You don't hate me one degree
less or more than l hate you"
swell, since we know it's mutual"
said Sir George evenly, suppose we
go on hating each other as much as
we like in private, and keep friendly
smile to face the world" He smiled
at her now.
"Oh, you're hateful!" the girl cried.
"Just when l meant to be decent TO
you for fathers sake, YOU make 1t
impossible. l promise you I'll do
anything can to speed your return
to bonnie Scotland"
"Ah," returned the homesick Sir
George, his heart in his voice, ''if you
only could"
The girl looked at him speeches. a
moment and yet she did not go. He
wondered why, but almost before he
had done wondering he suddenly saw
the answer to his question. The blue
car was some little way ahead of him,
on the tree-shaded cross road to the
highway, and its owner was struggling
frantically to start it.
That was why she thought he was
spying; that was why she would not,
if she could help it, leave him alone.
He continued to walk toward the
car and to speak so that the man,
whoever he was, might hear. Surely
you don't want to annoy your father
and have him question you, do you?
AS for the blue car and it's owner" he
continued, at is hardly my affair"
The man at the car jerked his head
up and nodded to the girl and then
quickly turned his back and busted
himself with the car again.
Sir George waited for moment.
Surely any decent sort would be likely
to come over and speak-make it easy
for the girl to introduce him. The
man, however, after that one look bur-
ried back to work at the car, his face
resOlutely turned from Sir George.
The girl, looking first at one and then
at the other, slowly turned and went
toward her fathers house.
Sir George walked away past the
car. What sort of cheap and awful
person that little devil had elected as
hero of her secret romance, he now
had a pretty fair idea. The mans
face, though good-loOking in it's way,
was an open book to Sir George
Sir George wondered why the fellow
had been so asinine as to try to hide
his face, so anxious to avoid any
speech with him. He stopped dead in
the middle of the road for a moment
as the solution occurred to him. 1t
must have been that he was afraid,
since he had seen Sir George first, of
recognition Then the fellow must
be some one whom he himself would
recognize. He walked on thOughtfully
(TO BE CONTINUED1