The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1930-03-07

pocrisy as she felt herself propelled
toward the girls who In Miss Tarking-
toms absence huddled together un-
herded.
Constance choked per;lously. She
was leaving Dick burlington with no
idea when she would see him again
handsome, dear, gallant Dick with
whom she had played. through seven
heavenly days.
That night awaiting in a Neapoli-
tan hotel her turn for the nocturnal
bath, Constance heard her name called
in Miss Tarkingt0n's nasal treble.
"I'll Not have young men annoying
my party" the lady principal was
saying to the demure little damsel who
shared her room en- voyage. IF Con-
stances friend keeps appearing I'll
change my Itinerary"
Constance shook fierce little fist
at the partition separating her room
from Miss Tarkington's. Life had
suddenly become full of number OF
things that were terribly distressing.
Through southern Italy Constance
tried TO remain impervious to beauty,
but she ended in admitting that every
thing would have. been quite perfect
with Dick substituted for the ten who
Hooked with Miss Harrington. Even
Rome for few days was endurable.
After that churches and galleries be-
gan TO pail. Over two weeks and not
glimpse of Dick! Constance was al
most numb with ennui and longing.
Dick had promised to find her, and he
was not keeping his promise.
Then one fine morning. when Con-
stance stood In the Rospigliosi palace
trying to admire the Aurora as re-
flected in the tilted mirror, she found
herself looking straight into the eyes
of Dick Burlington. Constance saw
her cheeks In a sudden flame below
eyes that shone, and she saw Dick as
triumphantly happy as hunter who
has freed his game. He led her out of
the crowded little room into the Ital-
ian sunshine that all at once seemed
to Constance to be casting about her
rays of molten gold.
"How have you lived through it?"
Dick fairly painted.
81 haven't" Constance replied with
a giggle not at all corpselike. "You
brought me to life"
"Wllats your hotel, Constance?"
"a thing that goes under the mis-
homer of Eden. Heavens! Here
comes Tarky.'
"Come, DEAR" the lady principal
said to Constance with q brief nod
for the interloper, 1--WE must see Mi
chael killing the dragon at the church
Of the Capuchin monks"
isn't that creature dead YETI" Con-
stance moaned as she was led away.
That evening at dinner Miss Tar
kingtOn sprung change of plans but
she would not divulge her next step.
Constance, remembering that she had
had no chance to get the name of
Dicks hotel, felt as though she would
pass away at once. So the hopeless
maiden went TO the porch in front of
the Eden and sat in wretched solitude
The slow-departing italian twilight
merged at last its pastel loneliness
into the royal purple of the night
Life seemed TO Constance sadder than
Italian nights and not so beautiful.
She dropped her face into her hands
and her shoulders trembled little.
Dick, Dick, lost in Europe!
A car stopped at the curb. Two
hands dragged her into the tonneau
and continued to hold her.
"Pincion HILL" familiar voice
called to the driver.
Ten minutes later Constance walked
with Dick along the enchanted paths
to the garden point that overlooked
the seven hills of Rome She held her
breath as the glorious panorama I'M
folded before her. She realized with
a thrill of pleasure that Dick was
looking at her and not at the city.
He was taking both her hands and
compelling her eyes with his.
constance. love Rome when I'm
with you, because love you," he said.
"There'S only one way to escape the
guides and guidebooks. You'll have
to marry me tonight"
"Can one elope in Italy?" Constance
faltered.
"Romeo and Juliet did," cOuntered
the resourceful Dick, "and my Friar
Lawrence is waiting. Besides, l ca
bled Dad plans and troubles and he
cahled funds"
In culver of happiness Constance
permitted the wonders of Rome to be
hidden by the nice roughness of
Dicks coat. Europe, beautiful. CLAM
orous Europe. was spreading before
her in endless vistas of romance.