The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1930-06-06
"You Attacked Him When He Was Suf.
fering From Three Ribs Broken in
the Fight With the Man He Killed"

fering From Three Ribs Broken in
the Fight With the Man He Killed"
she had been crying. Duly, he won
dered why.
81 don't think it necessary" he told
her. He sent messages by me to you
all. For some reason or another, he
persists In thinking you were justi-
fed for what you did. | confess | do
not understand why. 1t seems quiXotic
in the extreme"
.Mr Unwin," she said, 81 am going
to see him. If you don't care to
come, please give me the address,"
"Ill take you," he said YEARLY. 81
must speak with my wife for few
! minutes first"
He joined Mrs. Railway in a quarter
of an hour. She was waiting for him
impatiently, but they were already on
the steep hill leading into Croton be-
fore she spoke.
"You were right to feel bitterly
toward me-" she confessed. II have
always held that love should cast out
all doubt, and yet, when the trial
came, l was found wanting. | loved
him and yet allowed all these SEEM
ingly inexplicable things which con-
fused us, mixed identities and small
jealousies, to blind me and build a
wall of distrust which hid him from
me. And now it is too late"
Unwin patted her hand with ges-
ct al nd Of
fectionate. His anger had died down.
Her grief moved him. He began to
regret his bitterness.
"My DEAR" he said simply. "God
is good and Understandable for
gives. We do not yet know that it is
too late"
That surgeon met them who had
been disappointed in finding his pa
tient was not the celebrated Andrew
Orme. He gazed with marked inter-
est at the beautiful woman he knew
to be the many-milioned widow of
Elgar Railway.
"May | see him?" she begged.
"These are not visiting hours" he
reminded his visitors, "but might
stretch a point If it's important"
lit is the most important thing In
my whole life" she said simply.
She stood for few moments
framed in the doorway of that bare
and pallid room which had been the
place of innumerable sorrows. In this
sordid setting she seemed to the man
on the cot ethereally beautiful, slen-
der as the stem of lily and filled
with divine compassion. In vain
he tried to make some motion of well
come, but his body was immobile in
plaster casts and his hands seemed
too weak to respond to his will. His
voice forsook him. He could only
stare at her in wonder.
Then she came to the bedside and
knelt down and took the strengthless
hands and held them to her lips.
"Why have you Gomez" he asked,
and dreaded to hear the answer. He
dared not allow himself to feel the
certainty of the happiness which had
come to him at sight of her.
1t was when she looked at him that
he knew there would be no misunder-
standing between them while life re-
manned.
81 came to say good-by and ask you
to forgive me If you could. But l see
now there is going to be no good-by
and you have forgiven me-"
The bitterness Of the waste years
had gone from her. Over the man
on the cot was stealing new strength
and peace. He experienced sense
of protection; he was assured of the
return to health and the reality of
happiness.
In the outer room the surgeon was
discussing his creed with Floyd I'm
win.
"When l told him who was waiting,
| could see new life coming back.
claim to be a free-thinking materi-
alist. but every now and then
miracle like this happens. l
suppose one might say that love is the
supreme miracle. But all the
same" said the surgeon, lit upsets
my calculations"
1.-THE END.1