Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1898-02-10

guilty feeling that every one who
passed knew that his engagement with
Gladys Lawton was broken, and that
there reposed in his left-hand pocket,
to be returned to their owner, one
dozen little notes on heavy white pa
per, monogram G. L., and in his right
hand pocket diamond scarf pin and
six dainty handkerchiefs, with fully
borders, especially designed to tickle
a lady-like little nose. Why Philip
defied custom in returning these ar
ticles in person the little god OF love
alone knows.
A far more imposing array OF gifts
and love tokens was being collected at
the other end Of the line, for Phil was
a generous soul, and his ladylove most
chary of her favors. Letter writing
she detested, and Phil at an early stage
in their engagement had been en-
ployed as secretary. The answers to
his daily notes were, to his disgust,
usually given by telephone. AS to the
handkerchiefs-ther hangs tale,
for Gladys was one of those unfortun-
ate beings-a girl without pocket
and could be traced by the trail of
pretty mouchoirs she left behind her.
Phil's hand involuntarily frightened
over the packet which aroused such
bitter sweet remembrances. One lit
tie square Of linen, with wide ruft1es of
lace, he pilfered the day they became
engaged, and was sacred in Phil's sight,
for it had wiped away two happy tears
from Gladys big eyes. Another had
been put in his pocket for safe keeping
one evening as they were going to see
famous tragedian. Keep it for me,
Phil, for I know I shall cry" said
Gladys, fully conscious of her weak
ness. 1t was not needed, for the play
proved more glad than sad, and Philip
added the bit C cambria to his rapidly
growing collection.
Gladys had pretty habit Of wearing
a fluffy handkerchief tucked coquet-
tishly up her sleeve, and another Of
Phil's souvenirs had been used one
happy night to bandage finger he had
bruised in raising window.
He smiled to himself as he remem-
bered how many times he had heard
her agonized whisper, please lend me
your handkerchief, Phil, 1 can't think
what has become of NINE" This COM
mon occurrence had caused Phil, in
making his toilet, to invariably add
an extra one for Gladys and her emer-
gencies.
Phil heaved a sigh that would have
been a credit to the stagiest lover, and
his honest heart thumped hard as he
walked up the steps of Mrs. Lawton's
house. 'Ah, well. Gladys is the only
girl in the world for me; but our first
quarrel is to be our last, for she does
not care for me, that's evident, fool
that l was" And he pui;ed the bell
so savagely that Polly, the maid, fairly
flew to the door. Phil's eyes dropped
as he met the beaming gaze of Polly,
the maid, Folly, who had opened the
door so sympathizingly through all the
stages of his courtship-she, at least,
would be sorry there was to be no we'd
ding, and Phils voice faltered trife
as he asked for Miss Lawson.
"She is in the library, SIR" Polly
said in her usual encouraging tones.
Phil hesitated. The library was the
private sanctrm where Gladys received
only her intimate friends. Waring felt
that it would be hard matter to end
his engagement in that room.
II think will wait in here" he said,
going toward the drawing room. ooh,