The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1938-07-28
CHAPTER VIII-Continued

AND she was free! Her own plane,
her own life!
$50, now" he was saying gravely,
'tyou will fly"
''Now I will fly"
''That is good"
They met the car from Danavale
and Sarah Lynn jumped out and
ran to explain. "Oh, you've brought
Lightning!"
''We had to-" Lynn Dana told her.
'tShe was having refined Mysteries.
Better take her along. I'll telephone
your mother" They waited, watch
ing contentedly, until the fliers were
out of sight.
Lightning crouched at Sarah
Lynn's feet, making small sounds.
Mountains I like; large trees /
Ike" Gunnar said, coming out OF
one silence and going into another.
She nodded without speaking, and
the companionable stiffness held,
mile on mounting mile.
Redwoods were outlined against
the hearty blue sky.
$50, now you fly" Gunnar said
again, seriously. $50, now, also, we
are friends?"
They were now friends, she told
him with a gravity matching his
own, and comfortable cloaks of ST.
lence enveloped them again.
But a sound of pure establishment
escaped him at sight of the first for
est giant.
Butt have never believed it
could be sol"
''Wait!" she pledged him happily.
'That is only the prelude to the
great ones"
He settled back in his seat with
a long, relaxing sigh of content
ment. Large trees 1 like" he said,
"and mountains and the sea, and
songs and books; most I like the sky.
Also I like friend" ..
Sarah Lynn leaned over Light
ming and gave her hug. "You have
one good American friend already.
My Uncle Lynn says Conrad Jordan
is the best possible person in this
country for you to know. He says
he's everything-a fine fiier, schol-
ar, a sportsman"
"Also, he makes god music"
"Oh? l didn't know that"
"But yes. At his lodge on the
Lake of Tahoe, many nights I have
sat by the fire, wind and rain sound
ing, to listen to his deep thoughts
from the piano." He gave generous
gangway to a truck. 'You shall
hear. I will bring you there one
day"
She did not answer, unless, in
deed, he heard the humping beat
of her heart. She thought he must.
It was a relief to reach the park and
get out of the car, and to watch his
face as they went walking into the
presence of the Big Trees.
The effect upon him was satisfy
ing. He would never be ecstatic or
explosive, she knew, but all the APP
preciation and emotion which others
expelled went into the quality of his
looking, his silence. He stepped soft
", as if he found himself in a ca
thedral, and his face, under the
thatch of unsalted butter colored
hair, might have been the earnest
countenance of Boy Scout bent
upon good deeds.
Gunnar was looking only at the
trees, so Sarah Lynn was able to
look at him. He seemed younger
someway; his austerity was giving
way to little-boy-like wonder, with
an interlining of usefulness.
$50, now, you fly" he began as
before. $50, now, we are friends"
t'Yes," she told him contentedly.
Friends" he repeated, but there
was clearly more on his mind. eli
ers," he stated with authority,
''shan not marry"
''No?"
'tNo."
''No," she agreed docilely.
Then they walked on, and he was
quite evidently relieved at having
settled an important matter swiftly
and finally. She would be fier,
and they would be friends, and fiji
ers did not marry.
Newspaper publicity broke out
like a rash.
Miss Ethelinda Pennington proved
to be putty in the hands of bright
young reporters and bland feature
writers from San Jose and San
Francisco papers. Quickly and pain
lessly they extracted vivid picture
of Sarah Lynn's odd childhood with
many quaint details as to the morn
ings in the meadow and her pre-
occupation with ladybugs, and de-
parted jubilantly for their typewrit-
ers before she was well out of the
ether.
Ladybug was a rich theme and
they rang endless changes upon it.
Many pages went from the
wheeled-chair to Sally Ann in Corn
wall.
'There was an epic battle be-
tween Cousin Adelaide, big and
beautiful and lyrically maternal,
and the little old matriarch, small
and mighty and mad. I'm sorry
for you, Addie,' she said, but you
better make up your mind to it.
You're worse off than the hen that
Matched ducks; you got an eagle,
and I guess maybe it's harder to
watch 'em fly than swim!
90 sWa hoI1pht her that f1vin o-n a.