Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1901-11-20
unexpectedly fshed from his chest

hair done up in beads and fish oil would
have soothed our eyesight. Imagine
the effect this ravishing vision produced
upon our esthetic sensibilities, as we
tackled her up on the wall and wor-
SHIPPED. The golden calf of the Israel.
ties was nothing by comparison.
Dear me! All this masculine
splutter over mere picture?" And
such is the divine perversity of the sex
that she seemed vaguely disappointed
Sure. But such picture! 1t grew
upon us as Botticelli Madonna is said
to permeate your very being if you
only look at it long enough. At least
that was the way l came to feel"
"Yes?" Miss Lamar's lip curled; fol-
little as she professed to care for man
In the abstract it did not seem right
that man as an individual should wa ste
his alteration on a picture, while the
real article abounded in other parts of
the globe.
Yes" he blandly continued. "I was
the seventh man, you know. That is
came into our mess as number seven,
which, being considered a lucky nu-
neral say!" he suddenly sat bolt
upright. Are you at all supersti-
tious?"
"Of course, 1 am She shuddered
alphabetically. eff you had been
No. 10 now"
think l should have given up
right there; but being the seventh
man, l said to myself: 1 will find
the original of this picture some fine
day"
| "Aha!' with a chilling accent, as IS
to show that her interest in the
Belle of Bear City would relapse in.
to Indifference if that aggravating
creature pushed herself beyond the
Photogravure stage of existence.
Il kept on saying it all winter
continued Sterling, abstractedly.
Later on, when we struck it rich
and the others forgot, 1 would go up
to her ladyship, after a wash and
brush-up, and repeat my VOW. Then
the boys would satirically intimate
that our belle had made at least one
permanent mash"
AS Sterling enthused himself over
his words, Miss Lamar became iron
ically skeptical.
This is good enough for a play.
We must consult Fitch" Fitch was
her manager. "But when luck
evinced itself in a more solid way by
making you suddenly rich, I suppose
her ladyship had to take a gallery
seat"
"On the contrary, she became nv
bright particular more than ever
| | had III
Bellies, No. T. How the bows did
laugh. But when I began to sluice
out ten dollars to the pan, they said
No. was all right, and that the
Belle was no 1irt-''
Here Sterling, with a side glance
at the actress, meditatively added:
Il have often wondered if thew
were right"
Il suppose you found that out long
ago, if there was an original to that
photo-or was it newspaper? They
print anyone's picture nowadays;
literally anyone's. It is rather a dis
tinction to be let alone. Mine, you
ask? Look on the news stands.
Such caricatures!"
"Such divinities." he INTERRUPTED
eagerly. 81 loved your picture long
before l saw you over the footlights.
Then l made myself known"
by prosecuting poor Fitch until
he had to do something to rid him
self of you"
"And now-am 7 not your slave?
Dear Gertrude, if 1 may call you so;
have you not guessed my riddle (?
Where are your intuitions? You
know I love you deeply, devotedly-''
ALAS! Poor Belle of Bear City,"
She raised her arms in a mock trag-
ic gesture. HAS the magic seven
failed her, who brought luck to you?
Oh, faithless swami"
He saw that she was not dis
pleased, though it seemed likely that
she had guessed but half his riddle.
Rising, he made sudden dash
through the open window of a room
near where they sat on the summer
hotel piazza, but returning almost
instantly, holding out a battered
looking newspaper print, framed in
costly ebony, with an inscription. in
Sterling's script beneath, on which
Miss Lamar studiously fixed her
eyes, while the faint rose tint on her
cheeks deepened into a delicate
| glow.
"The Original Belle of Bear City"
she read aloud. GOD bless her!
Where shall I find her?'
When their eyes met again, Ster-
ling realized that she had guessed
the other half of his riddle
where shall 1 find her?" he
echoed. "I want to tell her am not
faithless, but faithful-always."
Here" said Miss Lamar, adding
to her blush an even more convinc-
ing smile, as she resigned both
hands to his eager clasp.
Foolish boy! You might have
told me weeks ago"
''Old Omar Khayyam understood INV
feelings" returned Sterling. Listen
to the Persian sage:
p" Those whom with love we worship
| In love we also fear"
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| Now in the Eao