Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1901-04-11

there begun to be Earring notes. He
discovered that Marian was provincial
ly prejrciced against things of which
she knew nothing, and that in many
ways she was intOlerant and bigOted.
Her own life had been so removed
from all temptation she had no SYM
pathy, as wiser people have, with
those who have been sore pressed, and
have failed.
Finally they quarreled about some
question about woman whom Jack
defended, and the girl had given him
back his ring, quoting self righteously
something about being unequally
yoked with an unbeliever.
1t takes a saint to be unforgiving.
Jack, who loved the girl with all his
great soul, would have kissed, and
made up, but Marion refused to see
him the next day, and after making
various fruitless efforts he buried him
self and his troubles in the depths of
winter hunting camp.
After he left evil days fell on the
came i'll, and nurses and doctors ate
up Marion's little bank account, and
her cheek grew wan and thin trying to
make one dollar do the work of three.
1t had always been her custom to go
on Sunday afternoons to the hospital
to sing to the patients, and it CHANGED,
at this time. there was a little lad
there in whom she took a great inter-
est. He was jockey who had been
Yrt tn 1,,rI rryI,N
was slowly recovering from his in
juries. To him, Marian with her pref
ty face and glorious voice was the one
bright spot in the dreary days of con-
valescence, and he literally lived upon
her visits.
One afternoon just as things were at
their worst with her, when she had only
ten dollars left and the numberless i'm
portunities of the home and sick room
were calling for it she went to see him,
and he greeted her with shining eyes.
Say MISS" he said, Ben, he's me
side partner, he was here yesterday, an
he give me dead straight tip. an I'll
put yer next. Anita's just got walk
over"
Anita, who's she?" inquired Marian
vaguely.
The boy gasped. "Youse oon't know
Anita? By gee, she's race mare an
say, de talent amt on to her. Say,
it's goin' to be hundred to one shot.
Gee, don't wish l was out of dis" and
he moved impatiently.
Hundred to one shot, repeated
Marian, whats that?"
''Shucks," he cried, and then talking
very slowly as if explaining things to
child: "Youse puts up one dollar,
an de boo~ies pays you one hundred
eff youse win OUT
"A bet" Marian exclaimed, "but
doesn't somebody lose?"
de bookies dis time, sure" replied
the boy with conviction, but deys
dead lousy wild Doodle. an it's charity
to relieve 'em. Say, gimme a ten, an
let Ben put it up for you. Dis amt no
graft. It's a lead pipe cinch."
In the end Marian did. On the way
home she told herself that it was be-
cause the money was to use for others.
but in her soul she knew she had been
tempted. and had fallen. just like
every other sinner. but all her miser-
able self-righteousness was swept |
away. and she understood, and pitied.
and loved, as she had never done be-
fore, all the great SHINING, struggling.
suffering brotherhood of mankind. |
AS the boy had predicted Anita
won, and the next time she went to
the hospital he put in her hands a
great roll of bills. but for answer she
only gathered him in her arms.
"Ob. Tom. Tom." she cried. II am