The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1938-06-30
CHAPTER IV-Continued

''The customer is always right"
his helpmate reminded him.
"Say, I'd rather lose the &C
count" he moaned.
Ardine came back with the cool
bottle and the tall amber glass.
Here, babyl This will brush out
the cobwebs." Then she looked at
her sharply. Listen, darling-did
you have a couple of drinks be-
fore you got here?"
Sarah Lynn said: mol" explo-
sively.
''You know she never touches"
Mary Webster began Indignantly.
''Of course that's why I'm Won
dering. I've never seen her this way.
] thought maybe Duncan had a
flask, and that while they were driv-
ing around-Oh, weI-never mind"
She looked at Ned Webster. "The
rising realtor pretty low?"
His wife nodded.
''Well, look" the hostess said
quickly, why don't you take him
home and We'll deliver the Gus
toner at your door in the rosy
dawn" .
Mr.. Webster made sounds of faint
pleasure.
more people are coming, and he
has so large a displacement, I'd
rather have him do his sleeping in
his own bed, if you don't mind"
"All right, soldier the pardon has
come" his wife prodded him.
''Thanks million, Ardine."
Sarah Lynn, watching their exit,
yawned widely again. 81 can't mag
me what makes me so sleepy" she
apologized, drinking thirstily.
The other regarded her shrewdly.
''Well, if you really haven't had
anything" Sarah Lynn was shak-
ing her head violently-"it must be
Just this foul air. Shut your eyes
and doze, baby. Duncan's very,
very busy proving he isn't afraid of
his nearly mother-in-law." She gave
her pat and went away.
Sarah Lynn was thankful to be
left alone. Except that she must
stay awake to warn Gunnar Thor
wald she would be thankful for this
drowsiness.
''But I won't go to sleep" she
told herself. 'I'm going to sit up
straight and watch for Gunnar Thor
wald and warn him away. 1t would
be too horrible . one of their
silly tricks :"
Suddenly, silently, the fiier stood
on the threshold, looking into the
Stewed Prune. He was very tall,
and he wore an odd foreign aviator's
suit of creamy leather and a stern
helmet which gave to his lean young
countenance an austere and classic
expression.
He was angry. Jim Allison had
missed connections with him in
some way, and it was long past the
hour set for the start of their night
flight to Los Angeles.
He saw Ardine Dana across the
damned, smoke-blurred room. She
would know. He took a forward
step and halted at queer, choked
cry.
Not far away, alone at a small
table, he saw the thin, dark girl
he had noticed at the fine old coun-
try home where Allison had taken
him early that evening to see the
writing woman whom he had met
In Vienna. She had not seemed, on
that first impression, the sort to be
found here; but after the metamor-
phosis of Jim Allison he would never
be surprised again at these Ameri-
cans.
She was staring at him. She made
the low, strangled cry again, and
got unsteadily to her feet. There
were scarlet patches on her cheek
bones and her eyes were those of
a sleep-walker. She pointed thin
finger at him, holding to the edge
of the table with her other hand.
$50 away!" she said thickly.
"Don't come in here!"
The face of the young Norwegian,
returning her scrutiny, seemed
bleakly composed of narrowed eyes
and compressed lips.
ely away!" Sarah Lynn exhort-
ed him. ely away in the night"
Then her face contracted swiftly in
to a wistful semblance of nursery
glee. She chanted: 'Ladybug, lady
bug, fly away home!"