The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

But not Anne's.
To begin with, Anne and John had
chosen Green Nook cottage because
1t was in such a secluded position.
Anne wasn't afraid. There were no
tramps. Besides. there was the friend
ly collie puppy. And Green Nook cot
tage was the prettiest place Anne had
ever dreamed of owning. 1t was on a
little spur of cliff that reached out into
the ocean. The winds were so tenn
pered that trees grew protectingly
around the little house. And trees
and ocean were combined to make
really beautiful outlook.
OF course, If you turned the other
way, you saw the road. And you
knew that. a mile along that road.
there was quite a little settlement of
cottages.
John and Anne settled for their first
summer of marriage at Green Nook
cottage. After they had been at the
cottage for a few weeks, Johns older
sister Prudence, wrote that she would
like to come visit them.
"Never mind, Anne" John had said
"Pru isn't so bad as she sounds. OF
course she's rich. And she's had so
much money for so long that she for
gets it isn't convenient for other peo-
pie, perhaps, to drop everything and
entertain her whenever she wants.
But she's not so bad"
So Prudence was coming to visit.
With her husband. and two sons of
fourteen or fifteen. And Anne had
spent a busy day getting ready for
them.
The two rooms for Pru and her fam.
lily were all in order-eXcepting that
the pillows needed pillow slips. The
living room was in perfect order-ex-
cepting that the dust mop and dust
pan leaned against the chimney. for
last run-around after dust. The din
ing room table was set-but Anne's
Italian lace and linen napkins were
even now piled on the ironing board
in the kitchen, where the electric iron
was heating, to be pressed into
under way. Floating out the kitchen
windows came tantalizing odors, even
now, of this and that cooking on the
stove and in the oven.
And now Anne was locked out. To
get through the rest of the matter
quickly, Anne had suddenly discov-
cred that the cream was not as fresh
as it should be and had decided to
run down to the nearest village for
more. She had given a quick mental
look around and realized that every
thing was good for twenty minutes.
Then she had rushed out the front
door-and the door had slammed.
perverse gust of wind had done the
trick.
The windows were all screened,
with screens that hooked in on the
inside. Anne decided she would go
for the cream and think of way to
get in on her trip. If she couldn't
think of a way, she'd get help. But
when she reached her car, she real
lied that her keys were in her hand
bag. And that's where the dog came
in. She had left her handbag on the
porch, but the dog had dragged it with
in doors. He liked to chew leather
handbags.
Anne walked around and around
the house, peeking in the windows.
taking stock of things. The collie
pup chew contentedly on her hand
bag in the living room, and each time
she circled past the kitchen door the
pots and pans steamed little more
tantalizingly the fact that soon one
of them might go dry. Everything
seemed to mock at Anne.
Minutes had passed-perhaps half
an hour.
Finally Anne started to walk for
help. She didn't know just what sort
of help she was going for. Perhaps
just a strong knife to cut out hole
in one of the screens. Perhaps lock-
smith with master key-only of
course there wouldn't be one within
miles. But anyway Anne, still dressed
in pink Bingham house frock, started
to walk for help.
An then the hayward breeze, that
had so unobligingly closed her front
door, played her a pleasant trick.
Turning, it suddenly brought her the
sound of an approaching automobile.
And Johns automobile. at that. None
but his could make such a chuckling,
coughing sound and still progress
Johns automobile had seen better DAYS.
But 1t went, and with Anne's for her
use and their use together, it did quite
well enough until the cottage was
paid for.
The breeze shifted again, and waited
for several minutes before she had
further news of John. Then she saw
his car round a bend in the road not
far away. In a few more minutes,
they were back at the cottage door,
Anne's troubles explained.
She bounded from the car the min
ute it stopped you dash back to the
village for some cream, John. And
just give me fifteen minutes-just fif-
teen minutes-and everything will be
perfect. Hurry and open this door.
can smell something almost boiling
dryl"
Anne put her hand on the knob
Of the front door in her impatience.
1t turned.
She looked sheepishly at John hurry
ing after her with his key.
1.-THE latch was off," she said. "Well
just give me twelve minutes, and
I'll have this place readyI"
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