The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-11-12
FRIDAY-Continued


have guessed instantly that Sylvia,
was the possessor of a great Sc
cret. Her eyes sparkled with glee.
Of course Ace, who has the intui-
ton of the Called" or the insane,
must have guessed at once.
II wish you were going, Sylvia"
he continued artfully. st would
make my evening for me. And if
you were going, should make you
tell me what your costume was be-
cause of course I would never guess
which was you
81 wouldn't tell you, Doctor Ace"
Sylvia asserted firmly, ''for don't
you see it would be very naughty
indeed"
"You wouldn't tell mel" Ace re-
peated in mock despair.
NO." Sylvia declared, sit
wouldn't be right. 1t would spoil
everything"
''Then, I'm very glad you're not
going" Ace said with convincing
appearance of being hurt. YOU'D
spoil my whole evening for me-"
At this Sylvia's suppressed Sc
cret almost burst its way out.
Anyway, Sylvia" Ace conclud-
ed, "as long as you're not going
to the masquerade, will you prom
Use to save me the very first dance
of the very first dance you do go
to?"
"I'll give you all the dances you
want" Sylvia vowed generously.
Molly jumped to her feet. 81
must be getting home," she de-
clared abruptly, impatiently, al
most rudely.
81 ought to be going too" Caro-
announced gracefully, although it
is difficult to leave"
81 don't suppose we'll see you
tonight, Mr.. Hexson," I said as
I shook hands with him.
ooh, it seems as though tonight
would never come, Aunt Mary!"
Sylvia declared the instant they
were out of ear-shot.
cts almost here" I comforted
her. "We're going to have an ear
ly dinner. Then after a while
you're going to take a bath and
lie down to see if you can catch
a little nap. And then We'll get
dressed"
was as hungry as usual, but
of course it was all I could do to
get Sylvia to eat. Presently we
went upstairs. / undresSed and
bathed her and put her to bed. BY
some miracle she slept for an hour.
At about eight o'clock, I heard her
leap out of her bed. She came pat
tering in her nightgown and bed
room slippers into my room, where
I lay on the chaise Tongue. AS
though Sylvia's footsteps had been
signal, Sarah Immediately joined
us from downstairs. She insisted
on dressing me first. Getting you
out of the way, Mrs. Avery
and with a conscious humor-was
the way she phrased it.
Mine was a Spanish costume. The
Spanish lady as translated by
Satuit-had always seemed little
conventional in type although her
shawls-some actually purchased
in Madrid-have been extremely
colorful. I had determined to do
something original-there was no
touch of color in the whole effect.
The gown was of black lace, a high
comb for the hair-as black a tor:
toise-shen as / could find. And in
stead of the usual mantilla, wore
a big square of black maline close
ly dotted with rhinestones.
am tall woman. Once I was
slim, but perhaps 1 had better say
now that I am thin. My hair is Jet
black. 1t has always been abun-
dant and as I have never cut it,
I still have a great deal. My eyes
are gray. / am forty-six years old.
And that, fancy, is all that is nee
essary to say about me. However,
myself felt that my costume was
becoming and Sarah was en-
thusiastic.
Sylvia is little, even for her eight
years; frail and honey-haired;
pearly and freckled. Sarah loosed
her hair from its two tight pig
tails; combed out its waves: :
mounded it on her head. Then she
drew on the white lace dress. It
was so long that it dragged on the
floor. I cannot tell you how charm
ing Sylvia looked.
I think shall never forget what
an amusing picture we made as we
stood before the long mirror in my