The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-11-19
FRIDAY-Continued
They danced.


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They danced.
When the music stopped, Ace
brought her back to my side. He
bowed low before he left. THANK
you, senorita!" he said.
did you enjoy the dance,
lamb?" 1 asked Sylvia.
''Oh, Aunt Mary"
"Sh-sh-sh," I hushed her with a
conscious touch of melodrama.
Don't speak my name"
"Oh, won't do it again." Sylvia
whispered, looking hastily about
her, her eyes dancing with i'm
portance. He tried and he tried
and he tried to find out who I was, +"
she went on Importantly. "But I
would not tell him. He asked me
II | was Mrs. Broome" Sylvia S
sparkles burst through the inn
portance which had quieted her
look.
Nina Broome was the tallest
woman in Satuit-a little over six
feet.
Il told him 1 wasn't" Sylvia
went on. "And at first he wouldn't
believe me. Then he asked me-"
Here Sylvia burst into a series of
sllvery giggles. eff l was Ellie
Dent"
Ellie Dent was the latest woman
In Satuit-three hundred pounds the
conservative among US had
guessed.
Il told him l wasn't Ellie Dent!
And at first he wouldn't believe
me. And then he asked me-"
again she burst into giggles. "-if
/ was Tom Boylan." .
Tom Boylan was the town drunk
an old man of an exaggerated
tallness and thinness.
Entrance music interrupted this
conversation.
There appeared in the frame of
the doorway the loveliest figure
that had yet entered the room. A
tall, 1.-the creature, young! Yes
with that aliveness she must have
been young; dressed as-mental-
ly I dubbed her-Snow Queen. She
wore a gown of frail silvery lace
trimmed with broad bands of
white fur.
Quick as flash came Sylvia's
Identifying whisper. Molly
Eames!" And there she was, at
once revealed to me, my precious
Molly.
"She looks like a Snow Queen!"
! said.
Almost Immediately on Molly's
entrance appeared another notice
able fgure-a man in armol. OBJ
viously young, obviously athletic,
he was in his medieval way, almost
as striking as Ace in his Roman
way. l am no authority on armor,
although l suppose I have seen
hundreds of specimens in the gal
leries of Europe.
l hadn't the remotest idea who
he was. He was superb, though!
Yet the combination of black mail
and black mask made him a little
sinister. Even Sylvia did not at
first identify him. He fascinated
her, however, as he fascinated me.
We both watched him. And then
suddenly, with a little ecstatic
start of recognition, Sylvia whis-
pered, "Oh / know now who it is!
It's Walter Treadwayl"
My first sensation was of thrill,
romantic thrill, delighted thrill. But
when saw him making at once in
the direction of the Snow Queen,
swing off into dance with her, be-
came conscious-I don't even now
know why exactly-of sense of
unease. Molly and Walter had not,
l believed, spoken, had not seen
each other, since they broke their
engagement. Did they recognize
each other now?
/ whispered close to Sylvia's ear,
Remember. darling, that you are
not to tell anybody but me who
these people are"
"Oh of coursep Sylvia declared
with emphasis, 81 won't tell any,
body. / wouldn't like anybody to
tell who was. don't believe any,
body will guess who l am"
/ treasured her on this point.
continued to watch Molly Eames
and Walter Treadway. How beau
tifully they danced together! And
what a contrast they made-Molly,
a-sparkle and almost a-melt in her
silvery lace and crystals; Walter
as one carved out of jet in his
black cape and his shining chain
mail. Walter danced continuously
with Molly-except for two dances
she gave Ace BlaiKie. / continued
to watch them and with varying
emotions. Molly Eames-with all
her golden gayety-was not
person of whom you asked person.
al questions. There was one ques-
ton that all Satuit would have liked