CHAPTER XIX

“Fer the love of Mike, don’t come ter the mine ter-day.” It seemed to Julie that she had been staring down at the words for hours when her aunt picked up the thread of conversation where she had dropped it to present the note. “Stay here and dress, Julie, I will send Carlotta for your clothes and we’ll ’phone Jim——” “No, oh _no_!” That protest of hers was in danger of becoming chronic, Julie thought, even as she determined to ignore Small’s message and keep on to the mine. Something exceptionally queer must be on t…