The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1931-04-03
of hers. She had told the blighter the

of hers. She had told the blighter the
exact truth!
Is didn't know anything like this
could happen" he said, after they'd
danced in silence about halfway
around the floor, "and l don't know
yet how 1t did happen. It's more like
a perfectly gorgeous dream than any,
thing else"
Don't wake up. then" she said.
1t was an easy injunction to obey.
Whether she was perfect dancer for
all the world or had been specially
created for him, he didn't know. He
might consider it later, but II wasn't
worth specializing about now. They
merely danced.
When, disengaged, they stood look
ing at each other he said, almost rev.
erently, "Gosh!" and her family audi
BILE sigh expressed the same thing.
do you have to go back?" he pro-
tested. ITO him, mean"
ITO Mr.. Lewis? No; l don't have
to go back to anybody" She smiled
IalnIly as she Sdlu tlldt.
He was thrown out of his stride for
a second by pleasant perception that
she knew how to pronounce the name
Lewis"
well then, why !" he began,
when he got on the rails again.
Just because you were kind enough
to ask me if 1 didn't want to be res
cued," she explained, lit doesn't fol-
low that you've taken me on in
definitely. Haven't you anybody to
go back to-"
He laughed. mot SOUL" he told
her. Lets go up to one of those
boxes in the balcony and get soda
or something"
Her wants in the way of refresh
ment were modest. A glass Of root
beer was the only thing she'd have.
1T was a funny coincidence" he
remarked, "your saying, as you did
just now, that had asked you If you
didn't want to be rescued. because
that was exactly what / did ask. /
mean, those very words"
.'Well," she innocently questioned.
"why not?"
Because / didn't say it to you at
all. l was standing sixty feet away
from you. l said it to myself How
did you know exactly what l said?''
"Telepathy," she told him; but she
said it with a grin.
She'd leaned forward a little to
watch the crowd on the floor, but just
as his gaze followed hers, she sud-
denly drew back into the shadows of
the box. The reason was plain enough.
The man he'd rescued her from
Lewis, if that was his name-was COM
ing across the floor. Martin drew
back, too.
do peoples names ever strike you
as misfits?" he asked. His does. My
idea of a man named Lewis doesn't
look like that"
ut may not be his real name" she
remarked. COR he may have changed
it from something else. People do
sometimes. All 1 know is that that's
Tie way OuG VI tlOSS lueu III WulIc
trousers introduced him to me. He
asked me to call him Max, but l don't
know whether that's short for Max
well, or Maxfeld, or Macmillan, or
whether it's his whole name"
He couldn't be sure in the dim light
of the box, but he thought she'd col
ored over this admission that she was
indebted to one of the floor managers
for a dancing partner. He'd resolved
not to try to think her out until after
ward, but it was a resolution he
couldn't keep. Who was she? What
was she?
He smiled at the echo of her fine
speech in his minds ear: Maxwell,
or MaXfield, or Macmillan"
"There comes the orchestra" he
said. Lets go down and dance
again"
Just then-they'd moved to leave
the box, but even the girl wasn't yet
out in the corridor-he saw Babe Jen-
nings coming along with client in
tow, and he got a fieeting notion that
some sportive Olympian was having
fun with him. For the one thing he'd