The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1934-06-29
LOVE is LIKE
THAT
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By M. A. SWAN
G. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.

UOIn III mere las ulSul. liz
Des Molnes bus was leavin'
Wha' IA say her name Isl" The voice
rose shrill and thin to a nasal whine
but the porter's memory refused to be
prodded.
Louise plunked down her nickel.
"SOme Of Atlas and Florence's audi
ence," grinned Tim, with nod toward
the argumentative fellow. Pretty
raw"
Dumb" agreed Louise.
She had hurried, for this was to be
a gala evening.
Phil was coming at six-thirty, there
would be dinner at the country club
and dancing.
DR.. Phil Plumber - brilliant-eyed,
casually charming. with plenty OF
savoir-faire.
She must have been born lucky.
Dance rhythms leased her feet.
Phil could dance!
Almost she wished the boys wouldn't
cut In so much.
But that cutting in kept her stock
high with Phil.
He might grumble about it, but he
was proud of her popularity.
1t was just one year since he had
finished his interneship at Iowa City
and he already had good practise.
Professional duties had more than
once held up their dates an hour, or
two, or three, and more than once
there hadn't been any date at all.
1t was good thing he was not as
careless Of his patients; she didn't
suppose he charmed them back to life
and health, though 1t was her private
opinion he could do just that.
There was gossip about town that
young Doctor Plummer had learned
bit too much about stimulants, but
the townspeople liked their young
ones high-spirited.
At six-thirty Louise was immacu-
lately and fragilely attired in wood
brown linen, a perfect complement to
her tawny eyes and hair.
She didn't expect Phil on time-he
never had been-doctors never were.
Calmly she began story.
1t was seven-thirty when she went
to the porch and looked up and down
the street.
Eight o'clock.
The magazine arched high and
struck chair across the room.
No Phil. No car. No phone call.
Her conscious calm was wearing
thin and she was getting hungry.
Eight-thirty.
Now she was holding fast to her
calmness.
The phone bell shrilled.
Louise, dear, can you forgive me?"
Phils voice was warm, pulsingly alive.
"Out of town case, honey. Have to
dress now. And, Louise, I'm starved.
Let's eat at the Dragon. I'll make it
over there by nine"
fright" said Louise, warm and alive
again. ''It must have been twins, or
d. It's. Hurry!"
AT . :OO fnn appeared.
Sweet" he breathed, arms about
her, lips brushing her hair. His eyes
deep, unquiet pools of black-stirred
her.
The hours she had waited were for
gotten. ......
The Golden Dragon afforded excel
lent food, and an equally excellent
place to raise hi.
But it was too early for the latter
and Louise and Phil spent a delicious
ly companionable hour over their
"Shall we dance here, or go to the
club?" Phil asked.
Louise wanted to go to the club,
but
"You say, Phil. I don't care"
"Then we stay, and I won't have to
share you"
That settled that.
AS they danced her thoughts blurred
into the theme of the music-"so gor-
geOus, so divine, and you were mine"
"Warmish," suggested Phil as they
walked to their table.
"Have a drink?'
They drank gin rickeys.
INN. feel cool as an icicle,"
she smiled.
THAT won't do. That will not do"
ne emphasized with the domineering
look she loved on his face. "We're
leaving right now"
The car nosed slowly off the road
and stopped just short of fence.
Their kisses were GREATNESS, por-
.entous like the night.
1t frightened Louise, she was glad
when he released her and mentioned
thinks.
She felt the need of conversation.
"Now that prohibitions over" she
do you suppose they'll
rink as much at State? The needles
certainly have had a reputation down
here, haven't they?"
Phil put away the liquor.
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