The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-09-22

She buried her face on Johns chest.
and he gathered her close, turning his
back to Gorbel whose chin now
sagged low as he sobbed hoarsely.
Hold lit" he whispered, mouth
against her ear. "Hold it, old fellow |
It's an ordeal but"
But worth It'll" She caught up his
word and lifted her face to look into
his. "Anything's worth 1t to
know oh, John, John! How
could / ever have believed 1t? What
silly, blind girl L"
"Not thatm he broke in tensely,
shaking her. eff it hadn't been for
that, he might have gone unpublished
Understand that? It's only few
days, few weeks out of our lives.
4. Don't you understand that,
Ellen? And we're young! We still
have so many days, so many weeks
before us!"
But want them all. don't
want TO lose even second !"
she said.
She might have said more had his
lips not stopped her words. They
stood so In that first. long kiss.
They did not hear the opening of
the door, did not see Wolf Richards
amazed and truculent gaze sweep his
room with it's Uttered floor. the
smashed chair, did not see him stare
at Paul Gorbel nor at them.
But as he stepped In and stamped
snow from his feet they sprang apart.
wheeling towards him.
as all right :" he yelped. as all
right! Don't mind me, young uns
HI to pay here. see! Place ruint !
Paul Gorbel under my roof where I'd
never have him. Tied up. too. which
means somethin'! But g all right I
s all right Nothin matters hut what
ails you two. for sure! Nothin' else
matters a-tall!"
It was evening when that strange
procession made its way into Ramp
fest, John Belknap In the lead. Wolf
Richards behind him, dogs and tobog.
gan with its bundled burden next and
Ellen walking In the trail they made.
The town swarmed about them until
John had to call on others to clear the
way.
Night then, and wires commenced
to sing and the next mornings news.
papers told the story in bold head.
lines for Harrington to read In the
Belknap Lumber company offices. for
others to read the world over: some
in Paris hotel.
first dozen times he called because
the boy, with Ellen in the corridor out
side, sat at the bedside where Nat
Bradshaw fought for his life.
''Tell them TIL answer no phone
calls" he whispered to Ellen. THAT
comes.
And so other telephone calls had
time to be made, even calls which
spanned the ocean.
1t was evening before the doctor.
who had leaned over the bed with
utes. this time, Strengthened with a
sigh.
"Well," he said, sit looks like gor'
"You mean he's going to make it?"
John whispered.
The head on the pillow moved; the
eyes opened and looked up at them,
blinking.
"'Course, Johnny" Nat whispered
"Sure thing. :"
And then a boy could be free to
ease q distracted central, to sit in the
hospital office and converse In Har
rington's methodical way of CONVEX
sation.
81 guess the newspapers had 1t all,
them" he said, after he had listened
for long. SIN all right; Mats going
to live: we're all set here and guess
you've spent enough on tolls"
"Tollsl Wait until you see the toll
bill for a talk I've had with your ia
Their today!"
"what! You talked to- Is he
back?"
Back nothing! He's in Paris and
read the bulletin in the Heralds edi-
ton over there. He got me on the
wire and. luckily. the afternoon edi-
tions were coming off so | could give
him some details. He says. first. that
he's on his way home on the next