Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-09-25
BY RITA ROGUE,

copyrighted. 1900, Daily Story Pub.
Co.)-Marion Evan had known Elizabeth
Stanton but slightly at school and had
moreover considered her most unattrac-
tive. On meeting her in the city where
she had come for a few days shopping,
she was most surprised to find her Look
ing positively pretty. The cause she
learned at once; Elizabeth was happy,
and happiness, Marion had read, is a
great beaetifier. Elizabeth was to be
married in a few days and she did hope
THAI Marion would be in town long
enough to go to her wedding. Wouldn't
she come to the breakfast? Only a few
intimate friends and relatives? AS Marion
thanked her she smiled inwardly at the
absurdity of even considering the invita-
ton. Hadn't she always been bored by
receptions and teas? Truly a wedding
breakfast was somewhat different, but
when everyone would be a perfect
stranger what possible pleasure could
there be in it? Another present" she
thought. IF many more of my friends
become so rash, l shall soon be a bank
rupt."
Two days later, when she had donned
one of her new gowns, for which she had
come to the city. and was receiving the
congratulations of her mother and sister
In regard to it's becoming qualities, a
longing to display it overcame her, SO she
decided to keep 1T on and go to the we'd
ding. When her cab reached the church
door, streams of people were pouring out.
Very well then" thought Marion.
There is the breakfast, l am not too
late for that" and her cab straight
way proceeded to the house.
: For the first time in her life she felt
a trifle shy as she mingled with so
many strangers in the d~ressing-room,
where the ladies were removing wraps,
and exclaiming in most intimate tones,
Didn't the bride look sweet?" How
we'll she carried herself?" II can't i'm
agine why Jessie Jones was the maid
of honor Elizabeth and Eleanor have
always been much more intimate" But"
explained an eager whisperer from a re-
mote corner of the room, she was once
devoted to Eleanor and she, it seems,
loved him not" ooh! that explains it,"
exclaimed the others with a sigh of re-
lief. Hush, here comes Eleanor's
mother!'
Marion went downstairs with the first
arrivals. greeted the lonE line which
composed the wedding party, and was
wondering what was to become of her
among SO many strangers, when one of
the bridesmaids introduced her to a
young man. Marion, quick in forming
likes and dislikes, decided at once that
she liked him. He was broad-shouldered,
erect. of Medium height, with dark hair
and deep gray eyes, which looked as if
they could enjoy the humorous as we'll
as appreciate the sad side of life. 1t was
not long before they had established a
bond of sympathy from the fact that they
We're both strangers in the city, and they
also discovered many mutual ~acquaint-
ances at Yale. where the young man had
graduated a few years before.
They went out into the dining-room
together. and in the course of the con-
versation, Marion learned that the young
ma had been born in India, his family
lived in Competent, and he at present
was located in a small tow in Iowa,
the home of the groom. All this was told
with many interesting anecdotes, not to
mention expressive glances, for Marion
was a pretty girl. He interested her
greatly. She wished to know more about
the young man. She even hoped that she
might met him again, somewhere, some
how. And if you were born in India,
yohr family live in the east. what are
you doing in a small town in Iowa?" she
queried..
II will give you three guesses,' he
said, looking down at her, gratified that
she should want to talk about him
IT am hot a good guesser," exclaimed
Marion.
well, try anyway"
OIL guess you run a gambling house."
she said irrelevantly.
"No."
'Well, perhaps you keep a bootblack-
ing establishment. / am sure that people
in Iowa are most careful about keeping
their shoes shined. r noticed the groom
particularly as he came down the aisle.
His shoes had a most beautiful finish"
you were at the ceremony then? I
rather imagined from your remarks that
you were not"
why from my remarks?" questioned
Marion. II didn't know that I had men,
toned the church or the wedding. ANY,
way you haven't told me whether you do
keep Iowa's shoes we'll polished" -,
mo, 4 haven't that honor" he said
.c,,,iIir,o of hAr nuiZZicalV.
well, here is my last guess-perhaps
you're a minister"
perhaps I am; what them"
"oh, but I know that you are not"
st am, though"
Eyes, of course, but please don't guy
me, and tell me what you really do in
That small town."
I'D? I do just what most ministers
do. I look after my parishioners and
l.
eff you can't stop fooling," interrupt
ed the girl, 1--WE will talk of other
things"
"If your are as fond of golf as you
claim to be- said the young man alb
ruptly, changing the subject, "and ever
pass through my present abiding place,
I can show the finest links on which you
have ever played.
:. st suppose when you are not preach
ing you play golf?" i~nterrogated the
young woman sarcastically.
That is just about It,, at least l take
1t for recreation and
"Who is that distinguished looking old
MANI interrupted Marion.
s'That," said her friend. with a faint
suspicion of a smile, "Oh, that is Mr.. Mil
Ter, minister of one the largest Unitarian
churches in the city,"
Is there any man in this asSemblage
who isn't a Minister"
Why yes, none of the other men
present save Mr.. Miller and myself. I
assisted him in the ceremony this morn
ing. You said that o were at the
church I believe"
mo I wasn't" answered Marion, be-
coming somewhat convinced. and speak
ing somewhat %defiantly. IT arrived at
the church too late, SO I came directly
here.' She was about to question him
further when shouts Of goodbye" re-
sounded. n rice was thrown to speed
the newly welded couple. In the rush,
Marion took naina- To Sanarata herself