The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1894-08-18
IN A KODAK.

ASuA WALL 4uplulCs AAC AOSS VI NAAAo
pure young girl was his forever, and
the realization of the truth was hap
piness supreme. He drew her closer
to his heart. and his dark head was
bent, while his soulful eyes gazed into
hers.
Louise! his voice trcmbled. do you
m~arriage:"
Her eyes fell from before his inn
passioned gaze.
II do not know" she murmured. II
will tell you the truth, Charlie. l fear
opposition. Papa has set his heart upon
my marrying Mr.. Day-Mr. Davenport
Day, and I-I-hate him!"
Her eyes flashing, her breath coming
swiftly, two small hands clencled in
voluntarily.
But, surely, darling" the young
man interposed, hopefully, your father
will consent when he sees that your
happiness is at stake?"
She shook her head.
You do not know my father," she
sighed. HE is very stern and set in
his ways. And you do not know Dav-
export Day. By the way-you have
never met him, Charlie!"
mo! and I do not care to. Louise,
that man shall never take you from me
Il swear it,"
Then, after a brief pause, during
which the lovers were perfectly happy,
he went On:
$50! our pleasant sojourn at the Hot
Springs is nearly v I am ordered
South for my health, and you-Wiu re-
main here until"
Until papa decides to move on"
she interpreted, smilingly. "You know,
he and 1 are birds of passage, this
spring. Why, we may even reach New
Orleans, yet-your objective point!!'
II wish you would" exclaimed the
young man, enthusiastically. Fancy
the happiness of meeting you there,
Louise! And sc u happy time here
Is over. Our drives and walks, and
the delicious times we have had with
the kodaks. I believe we have taken
every pretty scene in and around Hot
Springs"
"Oh, yes, and, by the way, Charlie,
I have taken Davenport Days photo
graph!"
"Yes?"
The young man did not look ever
pleased.
you see, dear" Louise went on,
persuasively, 'he left the day you ar
rived here; and I took a snapshot at
MIN while he stood at the depot. wait
ing for his train. He will he back
soon: and oh, how I dread it! Papa
thinks there is no one like him, and he
ls rich and influential, and he seems
80 certain that 1 will be his wife. I
fairly hate him"
"yVhere is his picture" demanded
Miller, a little savagely. He was ac-
.ustomed to having his own way; and
the thought of a rival was Calling to
him.
Charlie Miller was q young banker
from Chicago, and a noble, upright
man. He loved Louise Stewart dearly,
and the thought of this man, who
stood in his way, was not agreeable.
She smiled.
"Ah. dear! I have never taken the
trouble to develop it," she cried. '1n
tell you, Charlie, since you are going
away tomorrow, I will develop the
photograph, and forward it to YOU, so
that you may see the face OF your
,ival-ahem" throwing her arms about
ais neck with a pretty little gesture,
which plainly told the young banker
that he had nothing to fear from Dav-
"All right!w returned Charlie. Send
the picture, also your letters. to the
st. Charles hotel, New Orleans. l
shall stop there, and all mail will be
safe"
Then followed a tender farewell, for
Charley was TO leave on he carly
morning train. and Louise would not
be able to see him again. So they part
ed with the understanding that as soon
as Charles health was recovered
which the Southern trip seemed to as
sure-he would see MI. Stewart, and
ask for his daughters hand in mar
riage.
The lovers had hardly left the Sc
cluded corner Of the. veranda, when,
from the shadows just below. a tall,
dark figure crept forth. A man with
a red face, dark eyes and hair n mus
tache; the general aspect Of a stage
villain-Davenport Day. His face was
darkened with anger, and he shook his
fist in. the direction. which the young
people had taken.
"Sow he muttered harshly, that is
nv rival! The young ma from Chica-
20 had better beware, for. Davenport
Day is not an easy one to battle. And
nv pretty Louise believes me to be
wealthy; and thinks that is why her
father approves Of me as a suitor for
her; but the little witch does not know
nor her wise father either-that my
fortune went long ago, at Monte Carlo
and Baden Baden; and I have come
aome to. America to recoup. I must
marry that girl! Her father is worth q
couple Of millions, and 1 need them.
All, my fine Chicago boy, you had bet
ter look out. for your little game is not
yet-not much! He must be put
out Of the way. 1t will not be impossi-
BILE. He has never seen me, and he
must not see my photograph. Confound
that kodak! 1t has caused mi trouble
enough; but I will conquer yeti"
And as he skunk away through the
darkness, the look upon his dark face
would have frightened Louise Stewart,
had she seen 1t.
It was on a fair April morning, when
a cab rolled up to the st. Charles hotel,
IN the quaint old city Of New Orleans.
and q young man alighted. Entering
the hotel" he registered his name:
Charles F. Miller, Chicago, Ill. A
pleasant room was assigned him, and
after q bath and r~efreshment, our
friend Charlie sailed forth into the
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