The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1938-08-11
"Did YOU read it?"
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Did you read 1t!
at matters not how strait the
gate"
eyes. I have thought, But of
course! 1t must be straight. How
shall gate be crooked?'"
"It's a different kind of straight,
Gunnar! This means narrow. You
know, in the Bible? the strait way
A girl made that for Uncle Lynn,
just after he knew he would sit still
in chair all his life, and he's kept
it there all these years although he's
not a sentimental person at all, and
it looks so pathetic among his etch-
ings and his beautiful books. He
must have loved her, l think. That
sort of poetry is terribly out of style,
now:
cit matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments
the scroll,
am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my SOUL"
Like hoop-skirts or bustles and
bangs. People don't read"
"That I like" Gunnar interrupt
ed. Captain of my soul. 1t is
good"
eyes. But the thing I'm thinking
of is the strait gate Gunnar. That
comes first, you see. And before
I can think of Norway, and us, l
must tell my mother and that will
be the straitest gate in my life"
He laughed. "You Jump over it'll
And I wait for you on the other
side"
But Sarah Lynn shook her head.
''No; you don't jump over strait
gates. You crawl through"
Danavale was difficult for Sarah
Lynn in those days. 1t was joy
full escape to have Conrad Jordan
invite them to a house-party at his
Lake Tahoe lodge. He was staging
an air tour to demonstrate the prac-
ticability of an airport at an eleva-
ton of over 5000 feet in the High
Sierras, and Gunnar Thorwald, Nor
wegian ace, making the fifteenth
plane in the meet, gave interna-
tional Importance to the event.
Sarah Lynn rode with him in the
Hermod, flying over the Santa Clara
valley and the Sacramento. It was
perfect flying weather, clear, bright,
calm, with boundless visibility.
~'This is the way our life is going
to be-" the girl told herself. In just
a little space of time the trials and
the tears would be over-beneath
them, behind them.
Gunnar Thorwald was thrilled
and stimulated; she had never seen
him so alert and eager.
''This also I like!"
He brought the Herrnod, swift
messenger of the gods, smoothly
and silkily to the earth and Conrad
Jordan came hurrying to meet
them, elated with the triumph of
his project-15 shining ships of the
air on the line at Rabies field.
Conrad Jordan got to his feet and
moved restlessly about the beauti-
full big room with its dark wood
and mellow leather and hearty Nav
ajos. It was evening.
"Play, please" Gunnar said from
the hearth.
Conrad Jordan sat down at the
piano and hunted through a pile of
music.
The youth lifted himself on an ell
bow. emo! The music you have
yourself made"
His host nodded. He had found
the shabby notebook he was look
ing for and took out some clippings.
Here's a thing l found in paper
The Feeling of Stars Random
lines; fellow jotted down bits of his
favorites here and there. I've been
meaning to work out something
he smoothed out the printed slip
and read aloud: 81 am in love with
high, far-seeing places this
Space, and the twelve clean winds
of heaven" He began to play,
feeling his way among the notes, the
chords.
ITO BE CONTINUED