The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-07-23

son, and turn about and idealiZe the
next. In this best damn lawyer in
town abode little boy who had been
reared by Winnie on ancient fairy and
folk-tales never intrusted to aught by
tongue, never learned or taught from
a page, but recited with all the mystic
phrase and credence of oral tradition.
SO Cathal became stepped in the lore
of heroes (and had not his grandfather
proved himself one?) and of dragons,
and of fair and utterly loyal ladies
whatever guise he came and through
whatever ordeal, until life's end.
OF course long ago these had thinned
to symbols, but they had endured with
in him; and their delightful relics led
him to constant emotional contradic-
perienceS.
So now Cathal drove, denying him.
self illusions as to the greater nature
of the men who dwelt in these splendid
places; he knew that, save for their
possessions, they were as all men; yet
as to the ladies, held so aloof from him,
he was letting his fancies run. One
he had met; and she was as none other
out of all his encounters with women.
When he reached the house, Cathal
discerned that instructions had been
left concerning him. He asked for Miss
Gleneith; but the man-it was Cravath
replied that he would tell Mrs. Glen
eth that he was here.
Two girls (as Cathal first supposedly
appeared Oh the stairs; the light
haired one was Agnes Gleneith, and
the dark one he took for her sister
until they were almost downstairs, and
he saw that she was older.
He was familiar, in his profession,
with women who kept into middle age,
and through 1t, slender and youthful
looking figures and faces which denied,
more or less successfully, the last dec
ade Of their years-women once great
ly desired, who now desperately were
holding" their men, or striving to
hold them against younger women.
Cathal Martin O'Mara, attorney-at-
had learned to read the signs Of sue
cess, or Of failure, in their struggle.
Here, he knew at least, one was going
on.
you are the lawyer?" the mother
asked him coldly.
"Yes," said Cathal.
She did not Immediately proceed;
and he was aware how she regarded
him. His visit, and himself, composed
for her an unavoidable. disagreeable in
cident. Her daughter for a moment
had stepped out Of the affairs of her
own life, and intruded upon a tragic
event in anOther's which had nothing
whatever to do with her. Since they
were unable to escape some further
participation in the consequences of
the intrusion, she must make it as for
NAL and impersonal as possible. That
was the mothers feeling.
1t was not, even here, the daughters.
Cathal warmed, gratefully, as he
glanced at her and she gave him her
hand, which firmly pressed his for the
instant; but her mother did not relax
her feeling Of offense at him.
You approve of what your client
did," she demanded.
"Approve" Cathal repeated; and
this charge he had met before. ITO
represent an accused person is not to
approve of her." he replied.
"Then what is it?"
"MOther!" said Agnes.
81 asked him, what Is it?" She
turned again to CathaI. "You are try
| ing to prevent that woman from be.
ing punished, are you notF And you
are here because you imagine my
daughter will help you'll"
"Yes," said Cathal; he knew there
was no arguing with her now.
Il understand" Beatrice Gleneith
said, less hostilely at his Jack of CD.
| position, you have certain rights ia
| question her."
Agnes stepped forward from beside
her mother, and she took his hat
'Cravath," she called, before her
mother could interfere, take Mr..
OMara's coat" minute later she
led him, and her mother, into the
| drawing-room.
| Cathal looked about. He had never
been received in such a house before,
and he made no attempt to conceal
his interest in, nor his unfamiliarity
with, such big room.
His eyes went back to Mrs. Glen,
eth, and he better understood her,
| With no more effort of her own than
was involved in marriage to a man
who made money, she had come to
this; but though she had it, she must
| starve herself slender,-and she had
done So,-and she must keep herself
| over-young. And that she was endeav.
| oring to do.
'Sit down now, won't you please?"
said Agnes. the warmth within her
| spreading to her skin.
He waited until they both were seat.
| ed separately and a little opposite
| each other, as they had come to be
| in their feelings. He dropped into q
| soft stuffed chair, facing them.
ITO BE CONTINUED