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jf- 1 'f 1 4- 'v By 1 Candlelight CHAPTER I. He had finished his luncheon and. the others filled their pipes foi comfortable smoke before the cage ahould carry them back down the shaft, he drew a book from bis miner's coat and prepared to use the few moments of upper daylight left him. The book was covered with a newsjMiper which had taken on the preIftraUling iron-ore color and was just shade of his hat and his shoes. far as he had toiled through the twok, the red hematite had left its dark and now only a few unopened (pages kept their pristine whiteness.

Harry was a young man of Cornish As soon as they would take film in the mines he wat set to up ore and helping his father load the tram cars. Soon, he began to work tor himself, and his sturdy strength, Ills bright mind and his ever kindly flroy won him a place among the men. There were Swede and Finns and Cornishmen in the mines. Ail were good workmen, but many of them dull me the tram cars that did their duty truthfully on the tracks, but were Wireless without the guiding rails. Even as a young boy Harry discovered that he was quicker than most of fee men, that he kept better record of the tramming and knew always how he and those who worked near Slim earned.

When he recognized this difference his great ambition was to fee put in charge of a gang of men. As a child he had been to school, oould read in a halting way from simple books, could write a little and enough to keep track of the But in this boy was born the spirit unrest. On Sundays he would lay his miner's clothes and in a suit of upper-air dress wander town. Occasionally he met itbe principal of the high school. He 4id not envy him his white hands, life of teeming ease, but he saw ILJ5? lit the teacher's face a look that be was different from that of the Gainer's.

In a vague way he realized that the young man looked into the that was closed to him. He Pondered what It was and longed for Pi' U-bt' glimpse of it. The young engineer at the office also him. He realized that understood the teacher's world, he also knew the mines. Even jrhen he put on miner's clothes and 'Tbame down the shaft there was no iptfstaking him for a common miner, tfeftnew all about the ore he had a of an seven levels of the mine ifln his head, and whether he rowed (the lake or walked through the or sat at the hotel table, be eould tell just what part of each level under him.

But he knew other things, and Harry understood that he did. 1 9 One day he had been sent to the office and on Jackson's desk, in a clear crystal vase, were some rpses, the. sight of which touched Harry with a feeling new and mysterious. A book J' "was lyiiug there with rough edges And a soft leather cover the color of bis ore-dusted coat, and a magazine 1 with a silver paper knife between its leaves. Harry knew it was all different that it touched him and awoke in hima vague longing could not tave told you what.

He was but a crying in the dark. Finally he went to the school teacher and abruptly said: "I want to- learn to read." The teacher happened to be the Tight sort. He may not have understood the situation didn't to, but be saw a bright-eyed young miner with ambitions for better things, and he was willing to help, Harry studied mornings and even8ngs and caught the few precious movnents at noon. His progress was trapid and he soon learned to read. "Writing was harder, for his fingers were stiff from work, and odd moon eats could not be so readily utilized.

But his horizon widened and soon visions of better things. Somehow Jackson heard what he doing and became interested. He Vent him books and explained things Jn the mines that the others did not about and could not understand. Three years of such work had done tlor him what a high school course uoes for the average boy. Only ia tew more pages of Caesar and he "will be ready to try the examinations or the School of Mines.

If he passes, 'v. the money he has saved, with work In mines during the summer, will him through. When that is Jackson has promised to help 8dm to a position. The bell rings and Harry, pocketing feils book, moves to the shaft with the re8t- Ab the descends, he lights bis: candle, hooks it into his hat as he steps off at the third level and is only A a miner with an afternoon's hard' milt before him 5 tlie middle of the afternoon he 'went to the shaft with a tram car. "rsanfl the cage up empty," came Jackvoles above, and Harry Ttnew that meant visitors.

When the cage came down two people got off the young engineer. down here for a moment until you set ased to the darkness," said Jackson, as he led the smaller one of the party to a plank at one side. The miners gathered around, greatly interested in the visitors. "Harry, you may go with said Jacksbn, as they were ready to start. "Be careful, Joe," said the elder gentleman.

"You know you get so interested in things that you forget where you are going." "Here," said Jackson, "let me light your candle this extra one goes into your coat pocket." Soon they came along a high open space where the miners were working far up at the side drilling into the ore. Five or six miners were clinging to the rock and working a steam drill that plunged into the wall with spiteful fury. Below was a tram car into which the men were loading the loosened ore. The elder gentleman was asking all sorts of scientific questions which Jackson was answering with the wisdom of a skilled engineer. Joe was eagerly watching the workmen, following every motion with bright, upturned face.

"The boy wishes he was up there, too, don't asked an old miner. Joe did not at first understand then, casting a quick glance at the rest of the party, replied: "Yes, it would be great fun." "Fire! Fire!" came the cry from a short distance away. "They are going to blast," said Jackson. "It is better to get close againsf the wall away from the danger of falling rocks. Come this way." And he led to a shelter, spot.

Joe followed in silence, and Harry, feeling that Joe dreaded the explosion and at the same time despising a boy that was afraid of a little noise, stepped nearer with the instinct to protect. Jackson explained that the blast was but a small one and that there was no danger. Then the explosion came. Joe instinctively turned to Harry's great strength and seized his arm with both hands. He reached out a protecting hand and it fell upon a soft and tiny one, and then he knew that the jeweled rings beneath his roughened fingers were not upon a boy's hand.

His heart stood still. Instead of the dim candlelight he saw glittering stars and knew that for a moment he had floated into the world of Jackson's soft-covered book and crystal vase of roses. Then the darkness shut down around him and the rocks of the mines seemed to lock him in forever. "All right! All right!" caitoe the assuring call out of the darkness. "Were you frightened, Joe?" asked her uncle.

"I think I was startled, but I was bound not to scream." "You behaved very well," said Jackson. "But your candle is out. Here, Harry, let me light it by yours." Harry obediently took the candlestick from his hat. "Oh, what a pretty one!" said Joe. "It is different from ours." "Yes, it has a cross back of the candle and is more carefully wrought than these common ones.

Harry got it from some Canadian Catholic mine. They are all rather graceful, I think. Perhaps you would like one to remind you of your day's adventure?" Thank you, I should," and Harry watched the flash of the diamond and opal ring on the hand that went up woman-like to the candle in her hat. When they had turned toward the east shaft Harry was jealous of every step of the way. When the cage rose it seemed as though Jackson's world had floated away from him forever.

She went without a word. What'was there to say? And his only comfort was that she nodded a kindly "goodbye" to him as the cage glided upward. When he left the mine hat night lie sought out Jackson at the office and laid a small parcel on his desk. "I thought, Mr. Jackson, that if the young lady cared for a candlestick to keep, she might like mine, for she thought it prettier than the regular ones.

I can get another like it." Jackson took the package and Harry passed out into the darkness. CHAPTER II. Josephine Lenton stood casting a final critical eye over the dinner table which was set for eight people. Now Bhe moved a spoon into perfect line with the other silver at the plate, straightened a napkin, gave a caressing touch to the nasturtiums in the old English bluebowt and laid the matches ready for the candles. "How nice it is, mother, to oome back to your pretty table after the German pension.

Simple as our home Is, I love its order, its pretty china and silver, its books and pictures and flowers and, best of all, the people that come here." "Then the year with your wealthy cousins has not made you discontented with the quiet life of our little university "Indeed not! I believe there are no such people in the world and no such talk elswhere." "Several new people have come in since you went away. Of course, most of them are young men, some with charming wives and some unmarried. There is the bell." Josephine followed her mother into the parlor. The guests came nearly together, and Professor and Mrs. Patton had just made their entrance when the benign president and his ever gracious lady appeared.

Close behind them came a stranger. He was of medium height, broad shouldered, with a sturdy figure finely set off by faultless evening dress. He wore neither beard nor mustache. His lips had no need to shut tightly to prove his strength of character, for his strong chin told, that. Me wore rijplew glMqps that added much to his really distinguished appearance.

When Mrs. Denton presented him to Josephine she said: "Mr. Eastman is one of our new people. You may explain yourself, Mr. Eastman." "Yes," said Josephine, "everybody here has to be labeled snd put into his proper pigeon hole.

Are you medic, law or lit?" "As assistant to Professor Coolidge, I am labeled engineering." "Oh, then you are the new mining engineer? I consider myself something of a mining expert, for I was down in a mine once." "That ought to give you full claim to the title," he replied with a smile "At least it is a distinction, for few ladles are ever allowed that privilege." "So I learned after I came up." Just then dinner was announced. At the table Mr. Eastman was seated opposite Josephine and for the first time was far enough away really to see her. She wore a filmy dress of seafoam green, round at the neck and with sleeves that fell away from the arm at the elbow. The dark gray of her eyes held a glint of green.

Her lips were red and slightly drooping at the corners. Her hair svas a yellow brown, curling softly about the face and heavy on the head so that the shell combs with difficulty held it in place. Josephine laid her napkin in her lap, looked around at the people that she cared so much for and then her hand went up to her head with a characteristic motion to see if all was secure. For an instant Mr. Eastman's heart stood still.

The table, the guests, the beautiful women all remained but the white hand with the opal ring, and that, instead of touching the tawny hair, was reaching for a blown-out candle in a miner's reddened He could not be mistaken in the hand that for the past five years had unconsciously guided him from the lowest levfel.of the mine to this land of books and flowers and interesting people. It had been to him almost a spectral hand," to be sura, but who Joe was or where in the wide world she might be were questions that held no hope of an anwser. But that beautiful hand with iis warn grasp which he had felt for an instant had been his guide to this ideal life which was 'fast becoming a reality. The teacher had trained his Jackson had set the standard for a strong and refined manhood, but Joe's hand had brought the human touch of the upper world. Then the dinner and the people came back to him and he tried to listen to the president, who was telling a story in his own charming way.

At last the dinner was over and as the older people gathered at one end of the parlor he found it easy to have Josephine to himself far from the Others. "What kind of a mine did you go into?" he asked 'It was a hard ore mine at Ishpeming. If you are from Columbia you probably don't know our local geography." "I have heard of Ishpeming," he answered. "Why, yes, now I remember there were a lot of mining students there from Columbia that same summer. I wonder if you were with them?" 'No, I never went there with the students." "That expedition to the mine made a great impression upon me.

It was very weird and strange." "How far down did you go?" "To the third level only," After a moment's silence, "Two or three pictures remain vividly in my mind." "Tell me about them." "I remember how frightened I was when we stepped out of that cage and before I came accustomed to the semi-darkness. I don't know why I was frightened, but I was until Mr. Jackson, the young engineer who went down with us, called one of the miners to come with us. After that I felt safe." 'I wonder "I don't know exactly, but he seemed so strong and I shall never forget his eyes. They were different from those of the other miners.

Theirs were sharp and keen as though strained to peer into the darkness, but his were soft and gentle." Mr. Eastman adjusted his glasses more firmly. "Then, when they blasted, he seemed to understand that I would not like it." "How do you know that? What did he say?" "I don't think he spoke a word all the time we were there, but when the explosion came, somehow our hands touched and I knew then that he realized that I was half afraid. I think he knew, too, that I was a woman. Yon know I had to wear men's clothes and the miners took me for a boy." "Yes, I know but some of the miners have sensitive feelings." "I am sure this one had.

I admired the candle-stick that he wore. It was different from the common ones, and that night when he came out of the mines he left It with the engineer for me. It is one of my treasures, and has been my constant companion. When I am at home it hangs at the head of my' bed where I can easily see it. I took it abraod and always hooked It up nights within easy reach until J.

somehow began to feel that it had some peculiar power of protection. That sounds both, sentimental and superstitious, doesn't it?" laughed Josephine. "But you must have heard enough of my miner. I wonder why 7 have told you of him?" "I wonder, too." Then they were drawn into the general conversation and the evening soon wore away. CHAPTER III.

Society in a university town resembles a great family. A young professor, if is at all the right sort, is made much of and all doors swing freely for him. Harry Eastman was at once recognized as the right kind and allowed to "belong." As a result he was invited everywhere and could usually be depended upon to appear. Josephine was also a part of this same great family, and she and Harry were constantly thrown together. With the summer days, outdoor life became general.

There were drives, excursions on the river, picnics and endless golf. Josephine could swing a club well, could get her right elbow up, and "follow through," so she was at least an interesting opponent. She could make a fairly long drive which allowed a swinging walk over the lair green with pleasant talk or silent companionship. And then there were tlie long walks home in the dusk of the summer evening. In such a life these two people had grown nearer and nearer to each other.

When college closed, the town went to sleep, formalities were laid aside and a "peace that passeth understanding," unless one had experienced it, settled over all. The July sun was at its hottest. Not a breath' stirred the leaves in the great oak trees. The very shadows on the grass looked hot. Josephine had tried to read, but the dry ail and the white page had burned her eyes so she had thrown herself upon the willow couch on the porch and with a handful of nuts and a counterfeit of their own call had beguiled the squirrels from their trees to her lap and shoulders.

She had fed them until she was tired and then had driven them back to the oaks. They ran away chattering and scolding and she dropped back upon the pillows and fell asleep. Brit one squirrel was not satisfied with his dismissal. He glided along the wall at the head of the couch and started over her shoulder to the pile of nuts in her lap. On his way his tail brushed her cheek and she opened her eyes to see Harry standing before her.

There was no surprise, tor ne was much in her mind and his actual presence seemed only natural. "Is it too hot for golf? It's "too hot for anything else," he said. "It always is cooler playing. Shall we go?" "Are you willing to take the chance of a storm? This stillness is ominous." "I don't mind rain. It will only mean putting me through the lauudry." And so they started.

There were only a few enthusiasts In sight when they reached the little red clubhouse, and these few were strolling leisurely over the links. Mr. Eastman soon appeared in a loose shirt open at the throat and a broad straw hat which he had unconsciously pushed straight up from the forehead as he used to wear his miner's hat. Josephine was rolling her blouse sleeve above her elbow, but as she caught sight of him she stqpped with her right arm extended and her thumb in the roll. "What's the matter? Have you seen a ghost?" "You don't look quite like and they moved to the teeing ground.

Harry drove first and his ball went like a bird through the air, singing the song that all golfers love and lighting far up the hill towards the green. Josephine's ball went with a clear lift over the little brook and its valley, catching the edge of the bank on the other side. Then they leisurely followed their balls. The heat continued and the stillness grew intense. Not a breath of air swerved the balls and Josephine and Harry moved slowly over the hills from hole to hole, stopping to rest beneath all the on the way.

They were almost the only players on the links, so they could take their time without fear of losing their position. Harry kept the score and Josephine played on without thought of the result, although she took each stroke carefully. When they had holed out on the seventh green they sat down in the shade of a great oak tree. With the instinct of a golfer Harry added the score to that point. "Josephine, if you do as well on the next two holes as you have done thus far you will lower the women's record on the links." "But I shall go all to pieces on the ninth hole.

I never can drive over that marsh, especially wihen I am very anxious to." "Well, the eighth hole has to be made first and those clouds are piling up pretty rapidly In the western sky and we may have to hurry to get They started off in the sunshine, but by the time they reached the eighth green the sun had vanished behind black clouds and an occasional drop of rain touched their faces. "There you did it in four!" said Harry as he held the target while Josephine, with a long put, dropped the ball into the cup. "It certainly is going to rain. Do you suppose we shall get soaking wet If we play the last hole? I do so want to lower my record." "What if we do? You said you were warranted to wash, and you know a man never thinks of bis cothes, especially golfing 4 rthunder companion, AS SMALL A SUM AS $100 HAS OFTEN SAVED A MAN FROM GETTING INTO SERIOUS DIFFICULTY. IF SO SMALL A SUM CAN BE OF SUCH GREAT IMPORTANCE AND RENDER SO VALUABLE A SERVICE, WHY NOT START A SAVINGS ACCOUNT WITH US? FIRST NATIONAL BANK WEBSTER CITY.

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It was only a good iron shot across the marsh on to the green, but the fact that the marsh was there caused many a foozle and countless last balls He teed her ball for her, she raised her mid-iron and set her teeth with a determiuation to get under the ball and send tt fairly over the marsh on to the green. Her mind was entirely centered upon the little white ball. She had forgotten the coming storm, her Corner and everything else. Just as her mid-iron struck the ball there came a blinding flash of lightning, followed by a terrific clap oi thunder. Her club flew out at hei hand.

Harry's arms were about her and when she came to herself she was looking into his eyes, from which hie glasses had fallen. In aa instant the scene changed. Instead of the trees and the clouds, behind them was the solid rock. The beat of the rain was the drip of water through the roof of the mine, and the thunder was the rendering of rocks. Questionlngly she looked Into his face.

"All right! All he called, just as she heard the call siunmera before. "And you are my she "Yes, Josephine are disappointed? I know you have come to care tor me as Mr. Eastman, instructor in the university, but I have not dared speak of my own love because it is the love of the miner." "But I cared for the miner before I knew the professor. The light of candle has illumined my way all these years. Don't you remember my candlestick?" And then they discovered that the rain was over and the sun struggling through the clouds just as it was sinking below the horizon.

They were dripping wet, but what cared they for wind or weather? Just then someone came out of the clubhouse and they remembered their golf. "Where Is my ball, I wonder?" "On the green within three Inches of the hole." They walked around marsh to the putting green, where Josephine struck her ball In and had the hole in two. Harry forgot that he had not "Well, you are two enthusiasts to take such a drenching!" called a man from the clubhouse door. "What's your score?" "Miss Dentou has lowered the women's record and 1 have made the score of my life! Miller. Secure Many Jewels.

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