The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1938-07-14
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BY RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL
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The plain cousin sighed. 'Wen,
at any rate, she's got Sarah Lynn
back again"
"Ah, but has she? Geographical
ly, yes; psychologically, no! Some
things happened to the child, Mary.
A sea change-no, air! Mary, I'm
telling you'll The last of the queer,
dark Dana girls has found her ele-
ment."
"You mean she'll actually be a
flier? Have her own plane?" She
shook her head. "Cousin Adelaide
won't listen to the idea, and can you
imagine Ed Dana going against
herr"
"Ah, but reinforcements are rap
idly galloping to the rescue, headed
by Great-granny, tailed by the
dashing and heroic figure now be-
fore YOU"
Lynn! You're going to finance
herr"
He nodded. "Yes. But not a
word to anyone"
Gunnar Thorwald came to meet
Sarah Lynn. He spoke at once,
without greeting or prelude. II ask
you to pardon"
Sarah Lynn stood still, staring at
him.
He took off his helmet and abb
surdly she recalled Kitty Medill's
high, sweet voice in the dim-lit lob
by of the Hotel Californian at Fres-
no-"You tell your big Swede I
don't like his fireman'S hail" His
hair was the guileless yellow of un-
sailed butter, and he had a lean,
stern, young face and ice-blue eyes.
Their grave gaze was steady upon
her. He said again, 81 ask you to
pardon. I know now the truth. I
have shame of my rough words"
She bent her head. THANK you,"
she said unevenly.
He put his quaint head-gear on
again and continued to regard her
seriously. "You like to fy?"
Color came flooding back into her
face. ooh, better than anything
else in the world"
'Now? You will Gomez"
Heiwas asking her to fly with him.
Gunnar Thorwald, Norwegian ace,
who never flew women, who had
scorned and despised her, was ask
ing her to 60 up in his plane. She
heard herself making vague sound
and she saw that it must have
seemed like acceptance because the
tall youth nodded.
$50! We go to tell them" He
turned into the little dooryard with
it's cinnamon pinks and candytuft
and China asterS and stood aside
for her to precede him through the
narrow door, up the precipitous
stair. Gunnar Thorwald in the first
little old Dana house with the matri-
arch and the man in the wheel
chair, and stranger, and Jens
serving tea with heavy care, his
huge shoes creaking as always.
She sat silent in her dress and
cloak and beret the color of ancient
brick and Lynn Dana's eyes were
warm upon her.
The Norseman put down his cup
and rose. "We fly" he stated
briefly.
The stranger, who was Conrad
Jordan, stood up, too. "I'n drive
you out to the field" he said.
"Tn telephone your mother, Sar-
ah Lynn" her uncle said.
"Oh, but not until after I've
gonel" she cried out in panic.
The nonagenarian gave her shrill
cackle. ''You just up'n put out,
Sairy Lynn, quick's ever you can, )"
she chuckled. eff there's any to-
do about it, you tell 'em your gre.
grammer said you could"
Sarah Lynn sat beside Conrad
Jordan in the small, swift car, and
the Norwegian ace doubled up his
length in the rumble-seat. They had
telephoned from Danavale and the
Hermod was being warmed up when
they arrived, and she saw Gunnar
Thorwald walk round it once, twice,
and again, in eagle-eyed inspection,
before he took his place.
ITO BE CONTINUED