The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-08-27
CHAPTER VII
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Rodney BraddOn returned to Chi
cagO from Rochester early on Sun
day morning just eight days before
the date set, on the calendar Of the
criminal courts, for the trial of Myr'
tie LOrrie for murder of her husband.
Rod was ignorant of that date, and
his arrival was without reference TO
the trial. He had come back to see
his brother-and Agnes-before leav-
ing for Germany. He had remained
at Rochester much longer than he had
planned.
He had been almost happy there.
That is, he had found more TO absorb
him, to interest and excite him in his
work, than ever he had before. Hap
piness for Rod did not depend upon
sensual satisfactions; he consciously
sought none of them, except music,
sometimes. His sole excitement was
in his work and study, which occu-
pied him hour after hour; then he
would go off on long, swinging walks
alone. He kept his spare, splendid
body in vigorous condition with SWIM
ming, when near water, or with tennis.
Rod played, in fact, TO tire himself
out, when he needed it to beat down
the longings within him and his
loneliness.
Sometimes he could ward off the
spells by exhaustion; at other times,
they surprised him unprepared. Rod
would come home" to his dreary no.
tel room bringing with him new medi-
cal reports upon which he expected
TO pass the evening, and he would
never return"on the light, but sit mis-
erably and uselessly idle in the dark.
He missed his brother. To be sure,
when they had been in the same city,
days passed without Rodney's seeing
Jud; but he was there, and on such
occasions, Rod could go TO him instead
of seeking his own lonely room And
recently, he had been able TO go, with
Jud or alone, TO the Gleneiths'. But
now that was lost.
Rod had made friends among the
doctors at Rochester. Not many
friends, to be sure, for Rod was no
mixer; but he had found a few con-
genial men whom he liked and re-
spected, and whose lives served the
same purposes as misunderstanding
OF disease. But he could not feel
like seeking them when his spirit
dropped low. They were too like him.
self. His brother-and Agnes-were
utterly different.
He had expected-and half feared
half hoped it-that he would have de,
stroyed his power TO retain Agnes in
his day-dreams. Losing her, he had
supposed he must lose the delight OF
his dream of her; but this had proved
not so. When his loneliness assaulted
him, and he sat in the dark, he longed
for her-her. Separate as he had kept
himself from her, he had never beer
so close to another girl. Now she
was his brothers he believed. So he
must imagine her his own no longer
But it had been futile to forbid this
TO himself. And here he was again iT
Chicago.
Rod had not wired his brother; an
so, while dressing as the train entered
the city, he weighed probabilities Of
Jud's whereabouts.
1t was 4 warm, steamy June morn
ing - so it was probable that JuC
would be up early for a long day OF
the water.
Having no rooms in Chicago, Ro'
checked his bag at the station ant
phOned his brothers apartment. No
body answered, so Rod took taxi an,
told the driver to hurry TO the harbor
His brothers familiar boat was no
in sight, but when Rod inquired, /;
boy in a launch said yes, Mr.. Brad
don's yacht was at anchor. That wa:
it, there.
Rod stared at a new motor-cruiseI
three or four times as large as thu