The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1934-11-09
Peter Finds a Way
By MARY MERRIcK
G. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
WNU Service

job. no money to get back home,
stuck in Florida with only one friend
in the whole darned state. and that's
lifel Being Agnes. she gave mental
flip of her skirts to the whole foolish
proceeding, and turned the cars nose
south toward the cabbage. palm DESC
lated island where that one friend had
tiny cottage; where she knew she
could get shelter. food, sympathy and
good cussing out.
Oh, yes. she'd been a fool to stay In
Florida after having that fight with
Peter. and giving him back his ring
and refusing the marriage license.
Might have known jobs didn't last for.
ever-not even good jobs. Peter was
the wise boy. He'd gone home and
was now rolling In the sugar-coated
luxury provided by that wealthy, silly
mother who had been the cause of
their disagreement. She hated that
mother She hated Peteri
She swept on at fifty miles an hour.
She should have telephoned Lillian. but
Lillian had no telephone. And wire
would get there in the morning-Agnes
herself In two hours.
It was we'll after dark when Agnes
reached the narrow bridge connecting
the mainland with the island. And as
she had thought possible, Lilian's
house was dark But she parked the
car out on the road. She found, also
as she had expected, that the door was
unlocked.
She switched on light and looked
about The room had that upset air
of having been lately left. Lillian, In
all probability, was somewhere play
ing bridge, or down at the beach TAX
ing a moonlight swim.
Lilian's bed was broad and looked
comfortable. Lillian may be surprised,
I hope not unpleasantly," she MUIR
INJURED to herself. and took off her
frock.
The light was scarcely out when
Agnes. being Agnes. troubles and all,
was sound asleep. She woke with a
certain feeling of vagueness. The
overhead light was shining brightly in
her eyes. Oh, yes of course, Lillian.
She turned over and locked
at a tall, brown-skinned, burnt blond
young man with ironically smiling
eyes.
Mammals darling boy just dropped
from his nice new shiny airplane as
little midnight surprise" Agnes man.
aged to drawl.
"And doth the burnt bride returneth
to the. bridegroom" returned Peter
pleasantly.
"Cloying. as usual" Agnes came
back smoothly. "But you'd better find
your airplane and go back to mamma.
I'm sure Lillian will be annoyed She
doesn't like midnight visitors-unan
nounced."
"Oh, as long as it's you," said Peter,
Unexpectedly, "Pm sure she wouldn't
mind. but you see, she's gone to the
east coast with some friends for the
weekend :"
"Oooh," breathed Agnes. her aplomb
noticeably shaken.
"And she turned the shack over to
me-for the sunshine and all. You
see before you the wreck Of pneu-
monia victim-recuperatin
But Agnes, now thoroughly awake
and herself. which meant poised to the
point of pugnacity. sat upright In bed
and spoke firmly.
"Peter Bennett, you get right out OF
this room II you don't, Pm getting up
anyway, and I'm dressing and leaving
here Immediately. What do you mean
by putting me In a position like this?"
splendid. Agnes. great! I'll leave.
Of course. but I'll wait for you in the
living room"
Peter went out. and Agnes dressed.
The sap, she thought, not speck Of
fight in him. Mammals boy! Oh. she'd
like to wiring his neck.
He was waiting for her In the living
room. "Tm sorry you won't reconsider
and stay" he said. "Td take blanket
and sleep on the beach. We could talk
It over in the morning"
"Oh, you spat Agnes. II
wouldn't stay within a mile of you.
You're spineless weak-brained. spoiled.
told you so before. You
still are"
She flung herself out of the door.
She heard Peter laugh. "Good-by,"
he called.
She stepped on the starter. An an
CRY growl was her only answer. The
sweet purr of the motor remained
dead. She stamped harder. She kicked.
But all to no avail. The car wouldn't
start.
She opened the door to get out. Pc
ter was standing there, still smiling, in
the moonlight.
ST didn't think you could get it start
ed. DEAR" he said. "You see, opened
the tank and your gas has all run
away"
For a moment they stood staring at
each other. Then. suddenly, they were
in each others arms.
But, Peter, dear, we can't stay here.
all night, together"
"Why not, dear? There's minister
living In the cottage down the beach
and I've still got that marriage license
What say?"
"We may be fools, but I'm camel"
whispered Agnes. as her arms slipped
once more about his neck.
Surely Some One Else