The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-08-13
CHAPTER VI-Continued

The playing OF the Fidelio overture
was an occasion, for reasons only
known TO themselves; and so was the
performance of Cesar Franck's D Mi
nor symphony.
A few months after their marriage,
when Bob was yet boy and Beatrice
younger than either Of their daughters
today, she had come to town at noon
to make a visit to a certain specialist;
and he had said, yes, there was no
doubt that she was going to have a
baby.
So Bob and she had lunched togeth-
er. Under the tablecloth, he caught
her hand and held it with a new awed
tenderness. He defed usual discre-
ton and played hooky from the office
for the afternoon, and went with her
to the concert, where they heard the
Fidelio and that solemn, exulting tri-
umphal Of the soul over the flesh
which was the d Minor Symphony.
It told how two would be bound to-
gether, though they died, and they
whispered to each other that night;
and through the years afterward,
Beatrice watched the orchestra pro-
grams so that, on the special day, she
would have her husband instead of
one Of her daughters or a friend IN
the seat beside her.
Today the orchestra was playing
both the Fidelio and Cesar Franck's
sublime defiance of the flesh. 1t
seemed TO mean something; so
Beatrice Gleneith, forty seven years
old. ventured TO her husbands Office to
ask him to play hooky with her once
more.
BOb's door was shut; and when she
opened it, she saw the office empty !;
but Miss Oliver Immediately entered
from her room on the other side. Miss
Oliver knew her, and fastened for
ward in a welcome which betrayed
no small surprise.
"Why. Mrs. Gleneith! Mr. Gleneith
went out an hour ago, and I'm not ex-
pecting him back for perhaps another
hour. Was he expecting your?
mo" said Beatrice. DO you mind
II ! wait here?'
"Of. course not" And the two wom-
en- looked at each other.
The girl somewhat uneasily with
drew and left Mrs. Gleneith alone in
her husbands office.
Tricie-he could not give up cali
ing her that-sat almost still for long
time looking about the room and gaz-
ing out the windows.
Beatrice arose and stood at her hus-
bands desk, whereOn lay letters op-
ened and spread out; and one large,
bulky envelope which had been left
sealed. 1t was from BOS's bank, and
since today was the first, il undoubt-
edly contained his Cancelled checks of
last month-his personal account.
His wife first weighed it in her
hand; then, almost before she thought
what she was doing, she slit the en-
velope with his paper knife.
His checks were to various names
and for various amounts, none of
them alike except two-one thousand
dollars to Cash-one thousand dollars
TO Cash. Here were two more to Cash.
HC1C I"O o41hC-uNc nun
dred dollars drawn to Cash-to Cash.
five hundred dollars.
She looked ar the dates. They had
been drawn and cashed, to Cash, al
most exactly a week apart; the two
for a thousand each correspondent with
his visit in New York; the five hun.
dreds with his stay in Chicago.
What had Bob done with this cash
in addition to all these other checks
drawn TO names for many amounts?
Beatrice dropped into his chair and
sat there a few moments, shaking.
Tricie, who had come with the wild
delusion that If he sat with her again
through Fidelio and the D Minor Sym.
phony, she could regain him-Tricie
sat back in his chair. Finally she
gathered up his checks and replaced
them in the envelope which she had
slit. She took his pen and wrote or
a sheet of his personal paper:
st opened this"
She did not sign her name; she
could not He would know her writ