The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1894-08-18
IN A KODAK.

you will wait for me until 7 return
Will you MT, my darling? Surely
Sour father will give his consent to
our marriage when he realizes how
desrly you love me-
charlie Miller's voice was full of
e~arnestness. He was standing in 8
81 citde corner of the veranda of the
HOtel Eastman, ut the famous Hot
springs OF Arkansas, with the girl he
loved ut his side. She lifted her dark
eyes to his handsome face, and in heir
true depths he read the sweet secret
of her love. The knowledge filled his
neart with rapture. The love of this
pure young girl was his forever, and
the realization of the truth was hap
plness supreme. He drew her closer
to his heart, and his dark head was
Dent, while his soulful eyes gazed into
hers.
Louise! his voice trembled, do YOU
think your father will consent to our
marriage:"
Her eyes fell from before his i'm
FASHIONED gaze.
Il do not KNOW" she murmured. Il
will tell you the truth, Charlie. I 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 clenched 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 DAY.
export Day. By the way-you have
never met him, Charlie!"
"No! 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! III pleasant sojourn at the Hot
Springs is nearly over. I am ordered
South for my health, and you-will 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 so our happy time here
Is over. Our drives and walks, and
the delicious times we have had with
the kodaks. 1 believe we have taken
every pretty scene in and around Hot
Springs!"
"Oh, yes, and, by the way, Charlie,
( have taken Davenport Days photo
graph"
"Yes?"
The young man did not look over
pleased.
"You see, dear" Louise went on,
persuasively, 'he left the day you ar
rived here; and I took q snapshot at
nim while he stood at the depot, wait
ing for his train. He will lie back
soon; and oh, how I dread it! Papa
thinks there is no one like him, and he
Is rich and influential, and he seems
80 certain that I will be his wife. I
fairly hate himw
"Where Is his pictureY' demanded
Miller, a little savagely. He was ac-
customed to having his W way; and
the thought of a rival was CALLING to
him.
Charlie Miller was a 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. I'll
tell you, Charlie, since you are going
away tomorrow, 1 will develop the
photograph, and forward it to you, so
that YOU may see the face Of your
iyal-ahemv' throwing her arms about
ais neck with a pretty little gesture,
which plainly told the young banker
that he had nothing to fear from DAY.
/ EXPORT Day.
IAN right" returned Charlie. "Send
the picture, also your letters, to the
st. Charles hotel, New Orleans. I
| shall stop there, and all mail will be
safe"
Then followed a tender farewell. for
| Charley was to leave on the carry
morning train, and Louise would MOI
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 Mr.. Stewart, and
ask for his daughters hand In mar
rage.
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 and mus
tache; the general aspect OF a stage
villain-Davenport Day. His face was
darkened with anger, and he shook his
ist in the direction which the young
people had taken.
$50" he muttered harshly, that is
my rival! The young man from Chica-
60 had better beware, for Davenport
Day is not an easy m to battle. And
my pretty Louise believes me to be
wealthy; and thinks that Is why her
father approves of me a. a cuitor for
tier; but the little witch does not know
nor her wise father either-that my
fortune went long ago, at Monte Carlo
md Baden Baden; and I have come
come to America to recOup. l NUS
marry that girl! Her father is worth q
couple of millions, and l need them.
All, my fine Chicago boy, you had bet
ter look out, for your little game Is not
won 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 me trouble
enough; but I will conquer yet"
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
q cab rolled up to the st. Charles hotel,