The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1938-06-23

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dent it, so there'n be reprisals. She
claims he's coming here tonight.
Can you feature that?"
Hes in Jim Allison's hands," her
young cousin defended him.
Duncan Van Doren and Ardine
danced past their table, swung
about, and stopped beside them.
Hello, darling!" the hostess
greeted Mary Webster. "Nice to
see you here! But-why aren't you
drinking?"
"Why aren't you eating?" the con-
nection by marriage countered.
'Let's dance!" Duncan pulled
Sarah Lynn to her feet. They
danced slowly with the other slow
moving couples and in silence. AS
they passed side door they saw
Ardine greeting Doc Reedley, con-
vivial young man with a side-line of
medical studies.
"Well?" she demanded quickly.
"You know me-" he boosted.
"DarlingI In ten minutes-in the
Office"
Sarah Lynn wanted to return to
Mary Webster but her sutton steered
her to a large and noisy group and
sulked when she wouldn't drink.
Ardine championed her. "Let her
alone! She's going to have her GIN
ger-ale or matted milk or cambria
tea or anything else she wants. But
that doesn't cramp your STYLE" She
poured him lavish highball.
"All right, but wait-I want
sandwich first. I have my sys-"
The chatelaine of the Stewed
Prune laid a glowing cheek against
his. Cousin Adelaide's been asleep
for hours. Just break down and
be yourself, darling. The Girl Re-
serves can always drive you home."
She nodded to Sarah Lynn. 'I'u get
your liz OF drink myself, baby!"
She went away and returned with
a cold-beaded bottle of ginger-ale
and tall glass of deep amber, and
opened and poured it out herself for
Sarah Lynn. A noisy youth leaned
over with a flask, but she Tended
him off. Behave, Benjy!" She put
a protective arm about the girls
thin shoulders. Drink it down, ba-
by, before some comedian pollutes
Sarah Lynn obeyed, grateful for
the long, cool, singing drink which
seemed for an instant to freshen
the stale air.
Sarah Lynn watched Duncan with
apprehension. If he gave over his
usual caution he would insist on
staying late, and she was so tired
and so bored. She tried to march
her mind away from the immediate
scene and think of her travelling
Cousin Sally Ann, of the tall young
Norseman who had stood framed in
Aunt Helena's doorway. Why-if
he was what he looked to be-did
he run about with Jim Allison? But
Jim was a brilliant fier who had
met him abroad; Gunnar Thorwald
could not know that Ardine and the
Stewed Prune went with him. She
hoped he wouldn't come here to-
night. She didn't want them MAX
ing game of him, and if Mary Web
ster was right and they were plan
ming to make him the object of one
of their high-keyed, hectic, ribald
jokes-she would warn him.
Mary Webster took Sarah Lynn
back to her table. "It'n soon be
the last roundup for old Neddy.
Shan't we drive you homer"
"Oh, thanks, I'd love it, but Dun
can-Mother'd be annoyed if she
was interrupted by rending yawn.
oh, excuse me, pleased"
"Poor lamb dead for sleep,
aren't your"
She sat down. perhaps another
ginger-ale would wake me up" she
said duly.
''It will, darling! I'll get it." Ar
dine had followed them.
Ned Webster, a large and very
solid citizen, came up YEARLY, mop
ping a heated brow. "Gosh, Ma
ry! He says he isn't leaving till
sun-up!"
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