Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-10-01

copyrighted, 1900: Daily Story Pub. Coz
Il say, boys, there's more than one
way of getting married nowadays. Listen
to this" exclaimed Laurence Meredith
from the coy corner of the club smoker,
where his tall, graceful form and hand
some blonde head were almost lost from
view under the numerous sheets of o
Sunday morning paper and the smoke
from his cigar.
"A young man, 80 years of age, of ex-
enplary habits. desires acquaintance OF
young lady about %, good looking,
educated, refined; object matrimony. Adj
dress X, $780, -
Doesn't it beat all what fools some
men are?'
Yes, and women, too; for I'll bet some
~antiquated female will answer that per-
sonal before night" declared Charlie
Norris.
oh, I don't believe it, returned
Laurence. mo woman would sell her.
self that cheap"
Il don know about that" remarked
Tom Keith, a quiet, observing sort of
fellow, women do som mighty queer
things in these so-called progressive
days"
I'm altogether right" declared that
young gentleman; don't l know tbs"
sex?" "Oh, come, now, Dolly" ex-
claimed Laurence, calling the dandy by
his somewhat effeminate nickname, Just
because you've got the han6somest pair
of legs of any man in. town, and a rich
uncle. so that all the women make an
ass of you, don't think, my dear boy, you
are competent to judge in a case like
this; your ideas are altogether too
biased"
What do you want to bet I'm not
right?" cried Charlie. a little nettled by
Laurence's p~atronizing tone.
Bet? What's the use OF that? There
&c NO nrnVinu who iS ri orhf y, rat,rrno1 his
contestant.
Yes, there is!' chimed in a plain,
humorous looking nan who sat near the
window, and as yet had been but a silent
I'M Of the quartet. Let Laurence
write a personal, the answer to be ad-
dressed to the club, and we four will
read it."
by Jove, john" exclaimed Charlie,
"let me examine your head; you must
have had an excellent nights sleep to
render you so unusually brilliant at this
early hour of the morning, or have you
just had a cocktail?"
Neither. my dear fellow. I think it is
but a faint reflection of the brilliant In
tellects about me-"
Charlie Joined good naturally in the
general laugh at his expense, then, turn
ing to Laurence, said inquiringly, ''What
do you think of that scheme, old boy, is
it a go?"
How much do you want to bet?" in
ollS "a clCc.
well. You write the personal to be
addressed to yourself (some fictitious
name, of %course), at the Club, and you
agree to show the answer to the rest of
US, so that we can be sure it's no bogus
billet doux: and I'll bet an even hundred
side of two days"
It's a go. Now come and help me out
wit the personal. 1t AXE a fellow feel
like a fool to try and write a description
of HIMSELF"
How would this suit you?" asked
Charlie. A young, rich, handsome, in
tel!sent, interesting, a~ffectionate and
loving young gentleman, desires ac-
quaintance of a lovely young girl; sylph-
like type preferred; object
Ring off, you cad!" cried Laurence
angrily. what do you take me for@'
why, it's a perfect photograph of
yourself, and the other is just the kind
of a girl 0 like" said Charlie with a
sly look at the others.
Il have it!' cried Charlie. "A young
man with a glass eye, cork leg, and tin
ear wishes to make the acquaintance OF
a. young lady likewise endowed; no i'm
position; even trade; object, matri-
mony. +"
Now, Charlie, shut up. Laurence,
listen to this and John Strong read
of his book: "A young, honest, inteli-
gent man desires acquaintance of young
lady possessing similar attributes: OBJ
ject, friendship. possibly matrimony.
Address L. 425 Nipcsink Club You see
that qualifying opens to you an honor
able road for retreat; will that do?'
Just the ticket said Laurence.
Heavens, Jack, but you're a deep
one" said Charlie.
"He uses his head to think with as
well as to eat and drink and ak with;
you'd do we'll to cultivate him, my boy"
put in Laurence, glad to give Charlie a
hit for his too accurate description of a
girl he admired.
"Well, boys, I must be moving" de-
clared Charlie, ignoring L~aurence's shot,
thinking it well to retire before he got
another. and he was off, to be followed
soon after by his companions.
In a girls dainty blue and silver room
were GATHERED a knot of Southern de-
butantes to talk over the details of the
next ball., the experience of the last one,
and to become more Intimately ac-
quainted with Margaret Deland's gay
young cousin, a pretty brown-eyed,
brown-haired girl from the North, who,
with her alert, vivacious and Independent.
ways, formed quite a contrast to her
quiet, demure and more conservative
sisters of the South.
Kate Irving was but IS, and this visit
to her Southern cousin witnessed not
only the first flight from the home nest,
u ISI SHlI Iilo III SUtldl
whirl as well; and, to her it seemed a
veritable peep into %fairyland. Yet she
carried herself we'll, and her head was
not turned by the many fattering at
t~entions she received from the Southern
gtallants whom she met.
In a momentary lull of the details OF
Maude Clare's recpetion gown, Margaret
put the question, who do you think
called last night"
lit couldn't AVE been John strong?''
inGuired Millicent Dean, a girl whose
baby ace and innocent blue eyes almost
belied the meaning look she CAV the
Others as she asked the question.
Margaret flushed, and replied: "He
was here, but Charlie Norris came with
him and, girls, he was so infatuated with
Kate he hardly addressed three words tc
me during the entire evening. What will,
we do with this Northerner, if she comes
among lis and carries off the handSnmaSi