The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-03-17

eff 1 were girl who wore diamonds
to the breakfast table," she told her
reflection, there might have been
some excuse for his gauche conduct.
One moment he had proposed and the
next he was withdrawing the proposal.
I wouldn't have accepted him on
bet, nice as he is and comfortable as
he is to have around, but he might
have given me an opportunity to say
so! He was terrible! He gave me
the impression that, in one revealing
moment, he had seen something in me
that revolted him-and I'm not re-
voting, I'm not. I'm not"
Once more she gave way to tears.
but not for long. She dried her eyes
and applied the powder rag. And
then the real reason for her charm
the reason men adored her and made
love to her-presented itself. Ro-
berta was a good sport-none better,
and hated gutter with all the
strength of her vital, intelligent soul.
She made little grimace at herself.
swell, Bobby Antrim, you took
man's-size beating, didn't you? That
Hackett imbecile isn't dull, at any
rate. And did start to say something
banal-all about never having sus-
pected his attachment! | see it all
very clearly now. Right there little
Bobby went blah! Yes, that was a
sour note-and he has an ear for
music. That man-animal has some
pride-and / had thought they all
had ego!"
She sat down in a low rocker to
think it over very carefully. AS usual,
her resentment and rage were disap-
pearing at the double; she was only
sensible now of feeling of humilia-
ton, not so much because of what
Glenn Hackett had said and done as
because she had failed so miserably
| in feminine adroitness to meet an ex-
| traordinary situation. In way of
speaking he had demolished her. Par
alyzed her powers of initiative and in
ventiveness and left her helpless to
defend herself! ground her to a pulp |!
He had proved to her what monu-
mental failure she had turned out to
| be in an art where, to quote Crooked
Bill, she was supposed to be $50 per
| cent perfect
Suddenly Roberta began to laugh.
thinks he's won a great victory" she
decided. "Well, like John Paul Jones,
have not yet begun to fight. I'll
| bring that unusual man to his knees
and when l have him there Fll-well.
I'll not do anything so unladylike as
| to put my foot in his face, but I'll
laugh at bimi swear will. I'll laugh
| out loud -
/ There is always feeling of COM
| fort when one has come to decision
| after wrestling with a knotty prob
| lem. Roberta had her poise back
| again; she felt again that she was
ready to conquer new worlds and
make them like it. She went down
stairs and found Glenn Hackett and
Crooked Bill in the library enjoying
cocktails.
"Have one, honeyT her guardian
asked coaxingly. "a tiny oner'
"No, thank you, Uncle Bill. Give
my share to Mr.. Hackett. He's going
to need it to give him courage to face
the future"
"Bahl' Mr.. Hackett replied rudely
he caught a wildly approving wink
from Crooked Bill and decided to leap
in over his head. "Sour grapes" be
added-a bit viperishly. Roberta
thought.
Roberta smiled with exceeding po
likeness. but there was GOODNESS in the
smile. Crooked Bill noticed her CHR
had gone up about a quarter of ar
inch. Lets be good friends, Glenn
she said in her most ingratiating and
fascinating manner. "You are so In
telligent one can't help being attracted
to you, and usually you're very nice
Really, IL your bank account SHOULD
ever be brought to the scar and vel
low leaf you should set up as q for
tune-teller and mind-reader."