The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1932-08-12
Wild and Wcoly
By DUFORD JENNIE
&c by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.)
(WNU Service)

~ father said with a sudden con-
traction of his thick eyebrows. "out
there against his plains and noun
tains your western hero may have
looked all right, but get him here in
the East and facing finger-bowl and
he wouldn't know what to do with
it. He'd probably drink the wa
ter"
But / don't see"
Il know you don't, Honey. but / do.
Just now, you won't think of these
things, so your dad must. Anyhow.
mother and | are going to invite him
here, and we're all going to get
good chance to look him over"
Dorothy's feelings were mixed
when she left her father. To see
Maylan again-she had been plotting
and scheming herself, but she had
thought more of going out to his ia
theirs ranch again rather than hav-
ing him visit her aristocratic home
In the East. Now he was to come
big, bronzed, handsome. What did
she care if they made fun of him be-
hind his and her back?"
But her mood of quiet happiness
in the news of his coming was marred
by the attitude of her friends.
$50 the wild and woolly one is
coming, is he, Dora?" one of her
friends asked. 81 am crazy to see
him. Is he bow-legged from riding
too much? Do you suppose we could
get him to give an Indian war
whoop"
Hes not bow-legged! You people
will drive me wild! | want you to
know he went to college one year,
and then had to go back to the ranch
because his father was injured, and
he's got as big library there as
any of us-bigger !" she argued.
But even as she rose in his defense
little quaking fears began to disturb
her. He probably would appear un-
couth among them and he would
be at loss as to many of the proper
ways of doing this and that.
So into her Utmost heart crept the
shadows of an unhappineSs that she
could not drive away, but her thoughts
were more of him than of herself.
1t almost seemed to her that her
father was delibentely planning to
make things difficult for Maylan. The
gathering in his honor was to bring
the blue blood of the suburban coun-
tryside people who would be sure to
note and enjoy blunders that some
what uncultured man would make.
The night of Maylan's coming ar
rived. Her father was to bring him
from the city with him.
She could hardly keep still as she
waited for the sound of the car. She
was often at the window-so often
that her younger brother broke in
with-"Sis, what's the matter with
you. Gee, he must be some chap for
you to act this wayl"
When he did come and she went to
greet him, her first wild desire was.
to throw herself into his arms, but
she knew her father did not think
things had gone that far" So she
checked herself and in that checking
she had time to notice how plainly
he was dressed. He seemed uncom-
Portable. Only his eyes were calm
loved what lay behind the calm eyes.
Her father led him away to his room.
She dressed for the evening in a
simple white dress that she knew
would please him and went down
from her room. The guests were ar
irving, and she found herself busy
greeting them.
Suddenly a stir among them made
her turn. Down the broad stairs
came two men; one white-haired, dis
tinguished; and beside him, dark of
hair and eye, serene. in evening
clothes that fitted him perfectly; an
other, powerful of form and poised
of bearing. Dorothy caught her
breath as she saw him-Maylanl
Soon she was introducing him. He
met her friends easily. with just a
trace of retiring shyness.
Then, later through all the in
tricate courses of the intricate din
ner. he went without blunder. Under
her gentle prodding and the challenge
of others, be told stories from the
lore of his plains and mountains, tell
ing the tales so fascinatingly that
the room was often still of every
other sound than his voice.
81 might have known with his
commonsense and intelligence he
would be at home anywhere" she
thought to herself as she watched
him and listened.
The last kink unraveled in the
situation when she heard her father
in the hall. later on, say with a new
hearty note in his voice:
"Man, you didn't need the coaching
l have been giving you the last three
days. You made too much of the
social stunt and of this game. AS
for Dorothy, ask her any time; IL
she doesn't say the right word, I'll
spank her!''
Dorothy, her heart throbbing,
slipped into the hall. You won't
have to spank me. dad. but what do
you mean-'coaching' Maylan?"
Her father started "Great Scot
You youngsters. you listening?
'Coaching'-well. lad. here's the girl
who is to be your wifels Fix it up
with her. I'm off,"
Maylan smiled his quick. boyish
smile. Little girl, was afraid
might make some break. so was your
father. So we put in three days to-
gether before | came up. You see,
didn't want you to be ashamed of
me-"
"My dearl" she said softly. then