The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1934-03-02


al Simply Won't Do It, smiffy.
Won't Be Accused of Chasing
After a Title"
would have amazed her mother. "And
now" she went on, "Pm expected to
go to England and be taught how to
manage my court train. how to curtsy
to royalty, how to get out of q room
backward, how to address the nobility
and gentry. simply won't do IT,
Smiffy. / won't be accused Of chasing
after title"
"NO one would ac--"
Eyes, they would" She caught the
words out Of Smif's mouth impatient
ly. "Once l went over, 1t couldn't
be escaped. If married there, they'd
say I'd made my catch. If didn't,
they'd make fun of me because I'd
tried and failed. Either way II would
be abominable. I'm not lion hunter.
The most authentic British lion is safe
from pursuit by me. I've at least
made up my mind to that much, and
If you'll break the fact to mother It
will be help"
Smif regarded the girl contempla-
lively for long moment.
"Very WE'LL then. although I don't
promise Wyoming, I'm virtually GER,
tain that Susan would discern regu-
lar he-man from the great open spaces
lurking there, no matter what you or
| could say to the contrary. But I'm
disappointed. | took particular notice
of one large British lion that | thought
was destined to make splendid Amer
lean door-mat.""
PANS silence was good-tempered but
absolute. At what cost to herself no
one would ever know, she had decided
to dismiss that subject for ever.
There's a lady waiting for you.
ma'am. An eee-normous lady, not so
tall but awful wide" Buttons was
standing in the outer lobby near the
elevator and there was more than q
hint of excitement In his voice. Gee.
| betcha fluffy Dorlan1l say I'm liar
when | tell him how big she Is. !
betcha any coicus'd be glad to pay
her pile of money-an' If she'd on'y
get herself tattooed-" For moment
he went into a trance, words failing
him at thought of the vast canvas
awaiting an artist.
slave there been any cancellations
or telephone messages, Buttons?" Smif
had been surprised that no further
protests had followed Laura's visit.
"No cancellations, Madame. Two
telephone calls. On your desk.
Madame"
every good" said Smif. 81 will ring
when want you."
She found an urgent message from
Louise. Could she meet her for
luncheon? Anywhere at all that she
might suggest and any hour. Sniff
chuckled, remembering that she had
a previous engagement to take lunch
with a man whose very name she did
not know.
The second call asked her to ring up
a number that was not among those
noted in her telephone register. No
hurry about that She dressed and
at length rang the number indiffer-
emily. The first words spoken made
her sit stiffly erect.
"It's Madame Saitou. isn't It? Rec
ognized your voice at once. I've sent
you a client. Be an angel and con-
vince her that I'm worse luck for her
than seeing one crow on a Friday
morning. Don't forget I'll be with you
for lunch. I'm saving my appetite
Always had passion for sandwiches
He hung up without giving her a
chance for inquiry or reply. She. too.
however, had recognized voice and
it did not take great acuteness to fore
see that the large lady who had so ex-
cited Buttons would prove to be the
Mercy of the merciless pursuit.
Sniff was now eager to look the
monster over for herself. She rang
for Buttons.
Tell the strange lady that | can't
possibly see her for at least three
quarters of an hour" she instructed
him. 81 will fit her In If she will wait
Otherwise it will be two days before
can arrange for her. Saturday at ten
is the only vacant time"
"Yes, Madame" Buttons made his
military salute, at once descending
from the official heights and low
ering his voice confidentially: "Betcha
she STAYS Retcha she does She's
crazy to get a-hold of you"
His prophecy proved true. When
the latest client was ushered out. the
stranger was still patiently sitting In
one of the little private rooms. AT
once Sniff told Buttons to escort her
to the lounge.
"Jus' wait till you clap eyes on
her!" Buttons tone was important. a.
If he took personal pride in this ex-
hibit. "She's corker. I'll say !
never saw her equal"